FA+
Shop
410
Views
Views
7
Favorites
Favorites
Category
All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 760 x 1000
File Size 243.9 kB
Report this content
More from RRChaser617
This one has actually been in my head for a while, over a year probably but its onyl been recently that its come out.
This is based very loosely on some of the ideas from Treasure Planet. Mainly the idea of tall ships in space. Some of my areas of study have been the original age of sail and I loved the original Treasure Planet as well.
The art is done by the wonderful
zannah go and enjoy her gallery and commission her if you find something you like!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
RLS Challenger rode the aetherium current hard, her sublight engines giving her a comet's tail as they roared at the best thrust her solar sails could provide. The little space sloop dove down upon her chosen and rightful prey. A slim yacht laying alongside a fat merchanter. The only thing distinguishing the yacht from any other the harsh splash of read against her prow and the black flag at top her main solar sail snapping in the aetherium.
Pirates had infested this area and the Lysandian Navy intended to rid it of them completely.
"Mr. Troubuk!" a sharp voice called from the quarterdeck and the reptilian middie on deck looked up to his captain. The golden furred vixen stood on the space sloop's deck her piercing gray eyes intent on the yacht. "I want a shot from the 'lance into her main mast! I do not want these hull suckers getting their screen up and dashing away!
"Aye Captain!" the high voice of the young green scale hissed out. "You heard the Lady!" he shouted to the gun crew on the massive weapon mounted in the bow and there was choruses of orders from the gun captain to his crew as the big weapon swung about.. More powerful than the blast-ball cannons mounted in her broadside, the energy lance was the same sort of weapon used on much larger frigates and in their ultimate forms as main weapons aboard the great ships of the wall. Too large to mount in broadside, the energy lance was mounted on a armored pedestal in Challenger's bow. Able to smoothly traversed across the whole forward part of the ship, it was space sloop's most accurate and hardest hitting weapon.
Troubuk took advantage of that as the ship screamed down on the yacht. As the gun crew serviced their weapon the gun captain stepped aside letting Troubuk adjusting the sights delicately placing the target in the crosshairs. Satisfied, he jammed his smooth tail against the firing trigger.
There was a delay as the capacitors built up the required energy from the power core. Violet light seemed to crackle over the barrel before a lance of energy shot out. The lance was not a light speed weapon but at the range Challenger was firing at it was fast enough. The lance speared the yacht's mainmast and the energy transfer caused the durable material to explode violently at the point of impact.The mast went over the side taking most of the all important solar sail with it and the impact sprayed splinters of mast material across the deck. The yacht's engines seemed to flutter as the sail went over the side as she tried far too late to turn away from the merchanter. Her crew obviously forgot that her grapple lines still held her fast.
"Very good Mr. Troubuk!" the captain called out . "Mr. Hellic two degrees to starboard! Roll us five degrees port! Portside guns! Rake her from stem to stern!"
"Aye C'pan! Two starboard roll five port!" the helmsmen, a burly looking polar bear that manipulated the ship's controls deftly where he was strapped into the helmsman rig. The ship pivoted ever so slightly allowing the six port-side blast-ball cannon to bare on their gimbaled mounts. The gunners let out a roaring warcry in unison as they slammed their feet down on their firing triggers.
Challenger's portside came awash light and sound. The effects on the deck of the yacht were horrifying as impacts caused it to splinter, shrapnel scything down anyone on deck. A power line from the toppled mainmast that still had some charge in it ruptured and a geyser of fire erupted into the aether.
"All guns cease fire!" the vixen called out, a predatory gleam in her gray eyes. "Lieutenant Plemu!" she snapped out. A terrier in the red tunic and protective ablator jacket of a Lysandian Marine turned from where she waited, vibro sword in her left hand and the heel of her right resting on the holstered las-pistol. "My compliments and over the side with your Lads if you please. Secure that ship."
"Aye C'pan!" the Marine officer responded slapping her upper left shoulder in salute. She turned to the fifteen others that had gathered on deck, all armed with las-rifles and wearing red tunics ablator jackets and jump packs. "You heard the Captain you dogs! over the side with you!"
There was a guttural growl from the marines as they lept over the railing, triggering a burst from their packs to cross the diminishing gap between the two ships. The vixen on Challenger's quarterdeck smiled as she watched as the Marines swept the deck and within a few minutes the ensign of the Royal Lysandian Navy was hoisted from the shorter but only remaining mast at the rear of the yacht. The pirate was theirs now there was only one thing left to do as she saw some of Challenger's marines perform a jump to the stricken merchanter.
"Mr. Hellic! Lay us 'longside the merchant, boarding hands to station! Report to the master of arms and prepare to assist Marines!"
This is based very loosely on some of the ideas from Treasure Planet. Mainly the idea of tall ships in space. Some of my areas of study have been the original age of sail and I loved the original Treasure Planet as well.
The art is done by the wonderful
zannah go and enjoy her gallery and commission her if you find something you like!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
RLS Challenger rode the aetherium current hard, her sublight engines giving her a comet's tail as they roared at the best thrust her solar sails could provide. The little space sloop dove down upon her chosen and rightful prey. A slim yacht laying alongside a fat merchanter. The only thing distinguishing the yacht from any other the harsh splash of read against her prow and the black flag at top her main solar sail snapping in the aetherium.
Pirates had infested this area and the Lysandian Navy intended to rid it of them completely.
"Mr. Troubuk!" a sharp voice called from the quarterdeck and the reptilian middie on deck looked up to his captain. The golden furred vixen stood on the space sloop's deck her piercing gray eyes intent on the yacht. "I want a shot from the 'lance into her main mast! I do not want these hull suckers getting their screen up and dashing away!
"Aye Captain!" the high voice of the young green scale hissed out. "You heard the Lady!" he shouted to the gun crew on the massive weapon mounted in the bow and there was choruses of orders from the gun captain to his crew as the big weapon swung about.. More powerful than the blast-ball cannons mounted in her broadside, the energy lance was the same sort of weapon used on much larger frigates and in their ultimate forms as main weapons aboard the great ships of the wall. Too large to mount in broadside, the energy lance was mounted on a armored pedestal in Challenger's bow. Able to smoothly traversed across the whole forward part of the ship, it was space sloop's most accurate and hardest hitting weapon.
Troubuk took advantage of that as the ship screamed down on the yacht. As the gun crew serviced their weapon the gun captain stepped aside letting Troubuk adjusting the sights delicately placing the target in the crosshairs. Satisfied, he jammed his smooth tail against the firing trigger.
There was a delay as the capacitors built up the required energy from the power core. Violet light seemed to crackle over the barrel before a lance of energy shot out. The lance was not a light speed weapon but at the range Challenger was firing at it was fast enough. The lance speared the yacht's mainmast and the energy transfer caused the durable material to explode violently at the point of impact.The mast went over the side taking most of the all important solar sail with it and the impact sprayed splinters of mast material across the deck. The yacht's engines seemed to flutter as the sail went over the side as she tried far too late to turn away from the merchanter. Her crew obviously forgot that her grapple lines still held her fast.
"Very good Mr. Troubuk!" the captain called out . "Mr. Hellic two degrees to starboard! Roll us five degrees port! Portside guns! Rake her from stem to stern!"
"Aye C'pan! Two starboard roll five port!" the helmsmen, a burly looking polar bear that manipulated the ship's controls deftly where he was strapped into the helmsman rig. The ship pivoted ever so slightly allowing the six port-side blast-ball cannon to bare on their gimbaled mounts. The gunners let out a roaring warcry in unison as they slammed their feet down on their firing triggers.
Challenger's portside came awash light and sound. The effects on the deck of the yacht were horrifying as impacts caused it to splinter, shrapnel scything down anyone on deck. A power line from the toppled mainmast that still had some charge in it ruptured and a geyser of fire erupted into the aether.
"All guns cease fire!" the vixen called out, a predatory gleam in her gray eyes. "Lieutenant Plemu!" she snapped out. A terrier in the red tunic and protective ablator jacket of a Lysandian Marine turned from where she waited, vibro sword in her left hand and the heel of her right resting on the holstered las-pistol. "My compliments and over the side with your Lads if you please. Secure that ship."
"Aye C'pan!" the Marine officer responded slapping her upper left shoulder in salute. She turned to the fifteen others that had gathered on deck, all armed with las-rifles and wearing red tunics ablator jackets and jump packs. "You heard the Captain you dogs! over the side with you!"
There was a guttural growl from the marines as they lept over the railing, triggering a burst from their packs to cross the diminishing gap between the two ships. The vixen on Challenger's quarterdeck smiled as she watched as the Marines swept the deck and within a few minutes the ensign of the Royal Lysandian Navy was hoisted from the shorter but only remaining mast at the rear of the yacht. The pirate was theirs now there was only one thing left to do as she saw some of Challenger's marines perform a jump to the stricken merchanter.
"Mr. Hellic! Lay us 'longside the merchant, boarding hands to station! Report to the master of arms and prepare to assist Marines!"
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 760 x 1000px
File Size 243.9 kB
Comments