OOC: Ooh [img]smile.gif[/img] A traitor and a leader for our Alpha-squadron
Don't worry about making it all sound high-tech or whatever Regin. and as long as the guy's dead it doesn't matter how he died
One more thing, don't be afraid to invent anything at all either. Whether it is the name of the ship or a massive invasion fleet of spidery things, it's all fine.
We are on a mission, but that does not mean we have to succeed in order to have fun [img]smile.gif[/img]
IC: The low humming sound of the engines and the shaking of the ship lessened as soon as the ship rose from the ground. Building up speed, it finally managed to break free of the planet, closely followed by the freighter.
On board that ship was nothing so much as an entire ecosystem. Canasasti needed it for their survival.
Or more specifically, they needed Cyanide. The only way to get enough of that in space was to grow Tinininictal, a fungus normally only found on the backs of miniature giant space squirrels.
The ship housed the required trees for the squirrels to live in, for the Canasasti to harvest Tinininictal and make it into a salve. After applying it to the inside of their lungs, the creatures could thrive in an oxygen-rich environment just like most other beings. A disgusting process, as far as the sub-commander was concerned, but nessecary for now. The Pulsar had to be built on the spot.
As they shot past the Protoss vessles, he let out a breath he had not realised he was holding. The Sir returned to his rooms while his men and women and things would actually see to it they reached their destinaton.