Kellan’s ship darted and rolled around the frigate like some blood-maddened insect, peppering the vessel’s turbolaser batteries with his remaining store of missiles. A short distance away, The Powerslave was peeling apart at its seams. Even as he watched, a flurry of projectiles streaked towards the stricken Trandoshan ship, puncturing its center mass and sending it twisting slowly away.
A sickening realization dawned on him that such efforts were largely in vain. The Powerslave was in all likelihood lost. Kellan felt his temper flash hot enough to flush his cheeks. As he banked out of his run alongside The Vengeance’s flank, a series of escape pods jettisoned free of the dying craft like so many spores.
“Cowardly scum!” he roared and pulled hard on the controls. The fighter responded deftly and in the span of a breath, Solari was bearing down on a number of the helpless capsules. The targeting system chimed happily and the Imperial opened fire.
He had not joined the fight for fortune or glory. There was no glory in war after all. Only those willing to act as the vanguards against the natural disarray of the universe. Rogues such as these pirates had long ago brushed aside peace and civility, betraying the very tenets of civilization for such base desires as credits. If they deserved any quarter whatsoever, it wouldn’t be Kellan Solari who’d give it to them.
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