Fan Fiction ❯ Ressurection of Ragnarok ❯ Chapter 1
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By: drogan_niteflier 
Return of the great Death of Worlds.
(setup for other Ragnarok stories.)
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Sci-fi / Action | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 738 | Visits: 554 | Status: Completed
Return of the great Death of Worlds.
(setup for other Ragnarok stories.)
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Sci-fi / Action | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 10.11.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 738 | Visits: 554 | Status: Completed
Resurrection of Ragnarok
Chronicled by Dro'gan, called NiteFlier
Through the clustered rocks of the asteroid field, the cruiser ran, pursued by two smaller, but no less powerful destroyers. The cruiser, Caer Dynlan, know that damaged as it was, it would not survive a fair fight with eh two followers, but also know that running would not allow permanent escape.
Of the two ships chasing, Bloody Hand, and Manifest Death, their captains knew that it was only a matter of time before the wounded Republic ship was brought to bay. Artag, the captain of the Manifest Death, was keeping a wary eye out, for stories of disappearing ships plagued this sector, and this star system in particular. The Elerium that could be had fro the system's dead planets convinced no few captains that the rumors of a mysterious monster were but fairy tales. Some made it in and out, and some disappeared without a trace. Roec, the captain of the Bloody Hand, was only worried about their prey ship, and the profit that could be made from its carcass.
Captain Arrisa, of the Republic Cruiser Caer Dynlan, focused on using the asteroids to out maneuver the more versatile destroyers on her tail, sparing only a few thoughts to the disappearances in this system.
As the three ships raced through the masses of metal and earth, they traded fire and missiles, seeking to injure each other enough to cease the chase.
Captain Arrisa was startled when her she saw missiles coming in, not from the ships hounding her, but from a different vector. Roec swore and directed his crew to counter the barrage. Artag looked back along the missile's trail and found a wandering rock, like so many others here.
Three missiles struck the Bloody Hand, four the Manifest Death, and six Caer Dynlan. At the same time the cruiser was his by plasma torpedoes, traveling at nearly the speed of light, coming along the same path as the kinetic warheads.
The crew on the bridge of the Manifest Death gasped in shock as they saw a shadow launch itself from the rock and intercept the cruiser, but the larger ship cut off their view of the beast.
In the quiet of the bridge, someone whispered, "The Space Dragon..."
Captain Arrisa could only star in shock, as the monstrous claws ripped into her bow, the fiend itself dragging its body into her hull. Explosions shook the ship, as the creature cleaved its way through the cruiser.
Artag watched in shock as his prey ship burst apart in a fiery corona, as the creature reached the engines, having sliced its way through the entirety of the ship. Fragments of shrapnel, dozens of meters long, plunged past the Manifest Death, coming close, but not touching the ship.
The Bloody Hand was not so lucky, as it was in front of its companion, and was shredded by the shrapnel of the larger ship. Artag watched his friend and his ship died as well.
The last remaining captain looked out over the field of twisted metal, rent by a mythological beast. He watched in awe as a piece of hull from the cruiser, nearly two kilometers long, flew past. It was with a sinking feeling in his heart that he ordered the visual switched to the rear, showing the reverse of the plate.
Metal scales and silver claws shown in the dying light from the deaths of the two ships. Its blue head looked up at him, its silver eyes watching him with distain. As the distance between the two craft grew greater, the dragon stood on its hind legs, and the plate covering it's chest shifted open, showing the barrel of a huge cannon.
As the glow from the cannon reached it's peak, Artag whispered a small prayer for those who came after.
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Ragnarok watched as the light from his cannon died, the last of the intruders dealt with. No matter what kind of being sought him out, none would survive the encounter. None would destroy his reawakening sanity, for he was the Death of Worlds.
2+2=3.9999999999...
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Note: anyone who wishes to help me write more for Ragnarok, please contact me.
Chronicled by Dro'gan, called NiteFlier
Through the clustered rocks of the asteroid field, the cruiser ran, pursued by two smaller, but no less powerful destroyers. The cruiser, Caer Dynlan, know that damaged as it was, it would not survive a fair fight with eh two followers, but also know that running would not allow permanent escape.
Of the two ships chasing, Bloody Hand, and Manifest Death, their captains knew that it was only a matter of time before the wounded Republic ship was brought to bay. Artag, the captain of the Manifest Death, was keeping a wary eye out, for stories of disappearing ships plagued this sector, and this star system in particular. The Elerium that could be had fro the system's dead planets convinced no few captains that the rumors of a mysterious monster were but fairy tales. Some made it in and out, and some disappeared without a trace. Roec, the captain of the Bloody Hand, was only worried about their prey ship, and the profit that could be made from its carcass.
Captain Arrisa, of the Republic Cruiser Caer Dynlan, focused on using the asteroids to out maneuver the more versatile destroyers on her tail, sparing only a few thoughts to the disappearances in this system.
As the three ships raced through the masses of metal and earth, they traded fire and missiles, seeking to injure each other enough to cease the chase.
Captain Arrisa was startled when her she saw missiles coming in, not from the ships hounding her, but from a different vector. Roec swore and directed his crew to counter the barrage. Artag looked back along the missile's trail and found a wandering rock, like so many others here.
Three missiles struck the Bloody Hand, four the Manifest Death, and six Caer Dynlan. At the same time the cruiser was his by plasma torpedoes, traveling at nearly the speed of light, coming along the same path as the kinetic warheads.
The crew on the bridge of the Manifest Death gasped in shock as they saw a shadow launch itself from the rock and intercept the cruiser, but the larger ship cut off their view of the beast.
In the quiet of the bridge, someone whispered, "The Space Dragon..."
Captain Arrisa could only star in shock, as the monstrous claws ripped into her bow, the fiend itself dragging its body into her hull. Explosions shook the ship, as the creature cleaved its way through the cruiser.
Artag watched in shock as his prey ship burst apart in a fiery corona, as the creature reached the engines, having sliced its way through the entirety of the ship. Fragments of shrapnel, dozens of meters long, plunged past the Manifest Death, coming close, but not touching the ship.
The Bloody Hand was not so lucky, as it was in front of its companion, and was shredded by the shrapnel of the larger ship. Artag watched his friend and his ship died as well.
The last remaining captain looked out over the field of twisted metal, rent by a mythological beast. He watched in awe as a piece of hull from the cruiser, nearly two kilometers long, flew past. It was with a sinking feeling in his heart that he ordered the visual switched to the rear, showing the reverse of the plate.
Metal scales and silver claws shown in the dying light from the deaths of the two ships. Its blue head looked up at him, its silver eyes watching him with distain. As the distance between the two craft grew greater, the dragon stood on its hind legs, and the plate covering it's chest shifted open, showing the barrel of a huge cannon.
As the glow from the cannon reached it's peak, Artag whispered a small prayer for those who came after.
----------
Ragnarok watched as the light from his cannon died, the last of the intruders dealt with. No matter what kind of being sought him out, none would survive the encounter. None would destroy his reawakening sanity, for he was the Death of Worlds.
2+2=3.9999999999...
**********
Note: anyone who wishes to help me write more for Ragnarok, please contact me.