Msst Orbit

[Crimsonred]

" that food was terrible, it tasted like burnt poo" crimson snarled

" and yes i do plant to hurt you but not kill you seeing as how your bounty is for you to too be alive."

grabbing a whip off of his belt, forcing it through the air hitting James in the side knocking him to the ground.

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[Fleet Admiral James Cook]

Cook fell to the ground, stunned. Melee struggled against his cuffs, trying to get to his fallen Admiral.

Cook scowled. "There are things worse than physical pain, Crimson."

[Crimsonred]

placing the whip back on his belt he then pulled out his light saber.

" o this is going to be fun!!!"

[Fleet Admiral James Cook]

"You wish to duel someone incapable?" Cook stated. "Where's the logic in that?"

[Crimsonred]

Crimson then cut the handcuffs off of melee

" i can see that you hate this pain that i have brought apon you"

[Fleet Admiral James Cook]

"Don't you dare harm him." Cook snarled, his voice dripping with deadly threat.

[Crimsonred]

with a blink of an eye crimson hit cook across the face with the holster of his light saber. knocking him out cold.

" how dare talk to me like that"

turning towards melee

" help him up, or your next"

[Fleet Admiral James Cook]

Melee bent down to help Cook up, when Cook whispered something in Melee's ear.

"Duck down," he mouthed.

Melee barely nodded, and aided him to his feet.

Cook turned to look at his attacker. "You will regret this, Crimson."

[Crimsonred]

" o ya what are you going to o about it, last i checked no one knew where you were"

crimson but his light saber back in his jacket and with in an instant the room was full of intoxicating smoke.

' id like to see you survive this"

then crimson charged the air with electricity, stunning both Cook and melee. when they awoke crimson was gone and a crimson colored feather was where he once stood.

[Fleet Admiral James Cook]

"He's gone." Melee said to Cook.

"The bloody coward." Cook stood up with Melee. "Com the bridge. Alert them I will be coming momentarily."

[Crimsonred]

crimsons stealthx fighter left the shadow's hangar bay, streaking toward the planet's surface at blistering speed

[Fleet Admiral James Cook]

"Sir, the StealthX fighter he arrived in is heading planetward."

"Good. See to it that it is captured upon arrival." Cook said.

Just then he collapsed to the floor, where Melee barely had any time to catch him before he hit. Melee helped him to his command chair, where he sat, regaining his energy.

"Get me something to eat, please. Anything will do."

"Alright, sir."

[Fleet Admiral James Cook]

Cook finished eating and stood up. He felt weak in his present state, and nearly toppled over again, but Melee gripped him firmly by the shoulder and held him steady.

Cook felt a strong surge of anger at the mercenary. He was suddenly aware of the power rising inside of him, and emanating from his presense.

Then he noticed Melee wasn't gripping his shoulder anymore.

Melee had relinquished his hand and withdrew a few feet to look at Cook, almost as though something indeed was emanating from him.

Cook quickly turned and limped straight to his quarters, not speaking to a single soul on the way.

[Crimsonred]

"these fools have no idea whats is in store for them." crimson though to him self.

holstering his light saber he prepared him self for what was to come.

[Fleet Admiral James Cook]

Melee looked out the viewport, gazing at the asteroid shield around Msst. Somehow, he always found solace from looking into space.

The bridge was silent, every crewman was working diligently to their respective tasks.

A sound reached his ears. A beautiful sound, flowing with emotion. It almost sounded like a harmonica.

A harmonica? he thought.

As the sound penetrated throughout the ship, everyone stopped what they were doing. The music wafted to every nook and cranny on the Shadow.

Melee heard the notes, perfectly executed, and loaded with feeling. He listened and felt sadness, then loss, then defeat, then loneliness. Finally the music took a turn.

The sound of victory.

The sound of pride and accomplishment.

His eyes welled up, and as he gazed around, so did the crew's. As he listened, the sound changed. It spoke of a hard time to come, the difficulties to pass, but the immense satisfaction of a victory. The first victory.

He smiled as the music faded away into nothingness.