Post by Sporky on Feb 15, 2011 1:30:53 GMT -5
Bylgia rats, the lot of ye! Nothin' but filthy swaggerin' Bylgia rats, yarrrrrr.
Faction: Galactic Republic
Department: Navy
Rank: Captain
Name: Glorck
Race: Alzarian
Age: 47
Height: 5'8
Weight: 307 lbs
Birth place: Orellia City, Corulag
Appearance: Like the rest of his species, Glorck is round and green, and also possesses a small pair of horns. However, where most of his bretheren his noticeably protruding lower incisors, Glorck does not, a trait inherent to his mother's side of his family. Inherited from his father's side is a darker skin tone than standard, amounting to a pine green.
Apart from slight physical difference, what really sets Glorck apart from the average Alzarian is the dark blue navy officer's uniform that Glorck wears like a full body badge of honor. While not kept as clean as it would be if he had OCD, his uniform means a great deal to him, and he does his best to maintain its cleanliness.
And just as he thinks is neccessary for every self-respecting officer, Glorck's belt holds both his officer's sword (A vibrosword, not just a generic blade), and his sidearm, a customized antique blaster pistol given to him by Arley Ermey, his friend and former instructor.
Personality: To know Captain Glorck is to know two men: Glorck when off duty, and Glorck when in command.
Glorck when not in command of his ship or his men, is, as some put it, 'The guy you sit around and have a drink with, watch the big game, and debate whether or not the old Baragwin blasters still outclass modern day guns.' He enjoys his freedom as a Republic citizen as much as he can, and has been known to donate generously to charity on occasion. He jokes, he laughs, he smiles, and he knows how to have a good time.
However, when he's being a Captain, his love for his freedom turns into a fierce, teeth-grinding determination to see the war end with the Republic victorious. When he says he'll gladly lay down his life and the lives of his crew, he means it. A fire enters his eyes when he enters a battle, and he would never think twice to give the order to go down firing.
Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 3
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +4
Bio:
Glorck was born to Padunn and Plord, two middle-class citizens on Corulag. Padunn, his mother, had followed her childhood dream of being a professional dancer, and Plord, his father, was an office worker for a Rickettt's, a pharmaceutical company specializing in anti-depressants. Their meeting was nothing special, not full of magic and mystery like so many couples would boast. No, they simply met in a bar when they were both winding down from the week's work. They hit it off, began dating, and Padunn was soon with child.
Glorck was a wondrous, marvelous little addition to their lives, a giggling, roly poly little bundle of joy. His parents fawned over him, and touted every new thing their offspring did was a miracle in itself.
Even as a little toddler, Glorck was fascinated with space. He would often grab and coo at the glow in the dark stars his parents and put on the ceiling of his nursery, which made them chuckle with wonder at their son's antics. But he was also a mischievious little ball of green, forever knocking things over and breaking them in his exploration of the house. His parents had expected this from a small child, however, and had carefully hidden the truly valuable breakables away until he was a little older.
When Glorck first entered school, he was hit hard with the realization that he was not like other kids. Even though his classmates spanned the species range, with humans, Aqualish, Ithorians, and a Rodian here or there, Glorck was the only Alzarian. They teased him and prodded him about this, calling him a pea, or pea brain, or roly poly giant pea. Though he was too young to truly be depressed by this, it saddened Glorck that not everybody instantly liked him like his parents had. He did his best with his studies, but the constant teasing was a constant wear on him.
All throughout middle school it continued. Though he finally managed to get a small group of friends that really just saw him as another kid, the rest of his classmates continued to tease and bully him, especially about the little horn stubs that were starting to grow on his head. They were compared to 'real' horns, which only 'real' species could grow, like Devaronians. With his mind more mature now, Glorck could actually feel verry depressed, and if he hadn't had his small gaggle of friends, school would have much harder for him. So he really threw himself into his studies, and strived to become the best in his class. For the most part, he succeeded, always within the top five. This was probably the first time that Glorck realized that succeeding in life was simply about hard work and determination, probably a simple thing to realize, but he realized it all the same.
It was in high school that Glorck really 'filled out' physically. He was starting to get some muscle under his flab, and he wasn't just a round little chickpea anymore. While yes, he was still chubby, it was more spread out instead of just concentrated in his abdomen. The teasing slacked off as other kids grew into their own bodies, and the class really diversified in body structure. Glorck, for the first time in a long time, felt confidence in himself, for people weren't teasing and prodding him every day. While he still mostly kept to the same friends that had always been there, he started to expand and meet more people. Sadly, though, the fact that he was an Alzarian, a sight not seen too often on Corulag, greatly hindered his dating prospects. Now that they all knew how 'the Fosh and the Zyphters' really worked, no girl would date him, for fear of something not working right because he wasn't near human or the same species as them. It saddened him, but he understood, for he wouldn't wish death on anyone simply for being a different species. Again, he threw himself into his studies, and by the time graduation rolled around, he was in the top three in his class, though he didn't get valedictorian.
And through all those years, Glorck's fascination with the sky and space persisted. It was a rare night that Glorck didn't do his studying outside, where he could enjoy both the hustle and bustle of Corulag life, as well as just enjoy the expanse of stars, planets, and ships that dotted the night sky. In school, he naturally gravitated towards astronomy and math, though the former much more so than the former. Every datapad and holobook he read in the library was in some way related to space, ships, or interstellar travel. His teachers and friends noticed this, and repeatedly told him he was no doubt destined for some sort of career in the great void.
When high school ended, Glorck had the entire galaxy to find his fortune in. He could stay on Corulag and stake his own claim to the planet in some way. He could travel to Alzar, and raise his own family under the watchful eye of the monarchy. He could become a freighter pilot, smuggler, mercenary, anything he desired...but no. He knew his calling. He would serve the Republic in her Navy. Or, at least, he would try. He informed his parents of his decision, and after days of them trying to talk him out of it, they relented. Glorck was 18 when he joined the Naval academy on Agamar, and his life was never the same after that.
Having been bullied a great deal in his younger days, Glorck was probably a little more prepared than the other enlistees. He'd heard variations of what was yelled at him before; he was fat, he was short, he belonged in a pot of pea soup. But what really strengthened his resolve was that it wasn't just him being berated and insulted. They all were. Every single one of the new recruits had Arley Ermey, the grizzled old instructor jumping down their throats about how very worthless they were, and how they weren't fit to tighten the bolts on a landspeeder. This made Glorck really feel like just another one of the guys, just another enlistee being put through his paces. He flourished in this, in his own way, and survived the academy where so many of the enlistees failed.
Glorck had no doubt that many a neuron had fizzled out in the Ermey's brain during his years of service, but he still continued to bark at them, at recruits who towered over him simply because of their species. In fact...the tall, already muscular ones got it the worst. Boltrunians, Trandoshans, Epicanthix, Ermey was quick to hammer into them that just because they were big and strong didn't mean they were fit to serve.. Almost immediately after he stopped hating Ermey, Glorck started to respect the man immensely. He didn't see a bossy old man, still clinging to some semblance of power, like others did. No, Glorck saw a proud old man, committed to making each and every one of them the best the Republic had to offer. A fire was kindled in Glorck during his training, and it wasn't chronic indigestion. It was patriotism.
His first real posting aboard a military ship was aboard a destroyer, and Glorck was amazed by the experience. Yes, he'd been aboard various ships during training, but...this was different somehow. There was something about a ship this big..this powerful that appealed to Glorck. Even during training, he'd much preferred the larger ships to the smaller corvettes and frigates. Battleships, cruisers, destroyers, they were his fare.
As he progressed through the ranks, Glorck saw a myriad of skirmishes, battles, andonce or twice something that amounted to a small, localized war. Serious threats to the Republic were few, but there were pirates aplenty, no end to the pirate 'lords' who thought their little ragtag groups of thieves and rapists could stand up against the Republic's navy and win. ...Ha. Yeah, no. Sure, sometimes you'd get something that would require a battleship or a destroyer and a few frigates, but that kind of pirate alliance was few and far between.
...And then there was Norisu. Chyaku Norisu, a Corellian-born pirate who had been declared 'The don of all liars and cheats.' Glorck was pushing 40 when the Republic decided that Norisu was becoming a big enough nuisance to warrant a battleship and its escort sent out to neutralize him. Then-Commander Glorck witnessed the battle first-hand, quite possibly the single largest fleet of allied pirates, smugglers, and mercenaries he'd seen thus far in his life..he understood why the navy had justified sending a fully armed battleship. The battle was waged in the space above Corellia, and though the Republic fleet was actually outnumbered, they severely outgunned the pirate, whose largest ship was an assault frigate. The battleship proved itself worthy, and the Republic squashed another pirate, like Alderaan children squashed flies on a hot evening.
Throughout his days as an officer, Glorck stayed in contact with Ermey, and found himself speaking to a much different man than the one that had barked down his throat during training. Glorck was no longer a filthy boot stain cadet, so Ermey spoke to him eye to eye....as much as he could, since Glorck had topped out at 5' 8, and Ermey was around 5'11. They spoke as friends now, and Glorck, though a grown man, listened to Ermey's tales with a wonder that was almost childish. This old attack dog had seen many a skirmish, and battles a plenty. He told tales of holding the lines as the wounded and dead were evacuated, of defending tiny outposts against large waves of all manner of enemies. Pirates, terrorists, rebels, everything. There was a bravery about him, even in his old age. An aura that though he was old, he was as vicious as any soldier. It was during their time together as Ermey's days left inhabiting his mortal coil ticked away that Ermey presented Glorck with a gift; an antique blaster pistol that had originally been manufactured during the Mandalorian Wars that Ermey had tinkered and modified to be usable in the modern age. Not long after that gift, Ermey passed away peacefully in his sleep. Glorck was there at the funeral, and knew the real cause of his mentor's death: Without any real enemies to fight, and having trained a fine crop of officers, Ermey had no reason to hang around, and had gone on to a better place.Though the passing once again made Glorck feel the pangs of depression, with his 'new' sidearm in hand, he quickly manned up and dedicated himself to making Ermey's memory proud.
Glorck was 42 when he was made Captain, his first ship being an M'Bison class cruiser. He had hoped to captain a dreadnought, but he was deemed still not experienced enough to handle the biggest ships in the navy. That, and there simply weren't enough dreadnoughts around. It was relatively peaceful then, the scant handful of dreanoughts already in the navy were deemed to be enough for the time being.
When Glorck was 46, he was reassigned to a new ship..the biggest ship he had ever seen in his life. A dreadnought. An honest to the Force dreadnought. Finally, his ambitions were realized. Named the Yggdrasil, she was one of the newer Mirelurk class ships, recently developed by Sark Industries for the developing war against the Sith Empire. With a war coming and a shiny new dreadnought model to show off, the admiralty started reassigning captains from smaller cruisers and destroyers to some of the bigger boys. Having spent most of his time aboard said cruisers, as well as having 4 years as captain of one under his belt, Glorck was deemed fit to command a Mirelurk.
With a dreadnought as his war mount, Glorck felt the patriotic fire within him erupt into a raging flame. He was pushing close to 47, and he was a respected captain. Glorck was determined to make the the memory of Arley Ermey proud. He, Glorck, captain of the Yggdrasil was finally fit to call himself a soldier of the Galactic Republic Navy.
RP Sample:
This was not looking good.
"Captain, major damage to the rear starboard engines! We need to pull out now!"
Glorck scratched his chin, closing his eyes in deep contemplation. This was it. The moment of truth. This decision he was about to make would irrevocably change the way the rest of the galaxy viewed him as a captain, a Republic citizen, and as a man. He could pull back like the rest of the fleet was, or he could choose to stay and hold the enemies' attention, give the smaller frigates and cruisers a greater chance to escape unharmed, which would almost certainly doom him and his crew.
He had great faith and trust in these men and women. He knew that while they would not object to pulling out and living another day, if he chose to gow down fighting, they would back him up. He held their lives, as well as his, in his hands. It was his call..flee, or fight.
He opened his eyes.
"Shut down the engines and all maneuvering thrusters. Sound the emergency alarm, then activate the parasite guns. From there, direct power from the laser cannons to the turbolaser grid."
There was a moment of silence in the bridge as his decision truly sank in.
"Aye aye, Captain."
As the main lights dimmed and a loud claxon started going off through the ship, Glorck's expression hardened, and his belly swelled with a firey battle rage. He activated the ship-wide intercom and stood from his chair, putting on his war face and addressed the men and women who he had certainly doomed. This was it, his final speech. His final words in this life. Glorck, the Alzarian who had risen from the tubby little kid who had been teased and bullied throughout elementary school, to probably the oddest entry in Agamar's naval academy, to a respected captain of one of the most feared ship classes in the Republic Navy, was about to give his final battlecry.
"This is the end, for all of us. But do not despair, no! Take pride, feel courageous in knowing that you went down like a true soldier, fighting his enemy until the very bitter end! We were all born kicking and screaming, we shall all die kicking and screaming! We are true patriots, defending our glorious Republic against all that would dare to usurp it!"
Puffing and panting, he licked his lips, and prepared the final order. Summoning up all the booming, bellowing fury he could, he gave the command. "Fire! Until the very end!
Faction: Galactic Republic
Department: Navy
Rank: Captain
Name: Glorck
Race: Alzarian
Age: 47
Height: 5'8
Weight: 307 lbs
Birth place: Orellia City, Corulag
Appearance: Like the rest of his species, Glorck is round and green, and also possesses a small pair of horns. However, where most of his bretheren his noticeably protruding lower incisors, Glorck does not, a trait inherent to his mother's side of his family. Inherited from his father's side is a darker skin tone than standard, amounting to a pine green.
Apart from slight physical difference, what really sets Glorck apart from the average Alzarian is the dark blue navy officer's uniform that Glorck wears like a full body badge of honor. While not kept as clean as it would be if he had OCD, his uniform means a great deal to him, and he does his best to maintain its cleanliness.
And just as he thinks is neccessary for every self-respecting officer, Glorck's belt holds both his officer's sword (A vibrosword, not just a generic blade), and his sidearm, a customized antique blaster pistol given to him by Arley Ermey, his friend and former instructor.
Personality: To know Captain Glorck is to know two men: Glorck when off duty, and Glorck when in command.
Glorck when not in command of his ship or his men, is, as some put it, 'The guy you sit around and have a drink with, watch the big game, and debate whether or not the old Baragwin blasters still outclass modern day guns.' He enjoys his freedom as a Republic citizen as much as he can, and has been known to donate generously to charity on occasion. He jokes, he laughs, he smiles, and he knows how to have a good time.
However, when he's being a Captain, his love for his freedom turns into a fierce, teeth-grinding determination to see the war end with the Republic victorious. When he says he'll gladly lay down his life and the lives of his crew, he means it. A fire enters his eyes when he enters a battle, and he would never think twice to give the order to go down firing.
Skills:
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 5
Intelligence: 6
Speed: 3
Leadership: 6
Unarmed: 4
Melee Weapons: 4
Ranged Weapons: 5
Alignment: +4
Bio:
Glorck was born to Padunn and Plord, two middle-class citizens on Corulag. Padunn, his mother, had followed her childhood dream of being a professional dancer, and Plord, his father, was an office worker for a Rickettt's, a pharmaceutical company specializing in anti-depressants. Their meeting was nothing special, not full of magic and mystery like so many couples would boast. No, they simply met in a bar when they were both winding down from the week's work. They hit it off, began dating, and Padunn was soon with child.
Glorck was a wondrous, marvelous little addition to their lives, a giggling, roly poly little bundle of joy. His parents fawned over him, and touted every new thing their offspring did was a miracle in itself.
Even as a little toddler, Glorck was fascinated with space. He would often grab and coo at the glow in the dark stars his parents and put on the ceiling of his nursery, which made them chuckle with wonder at their son's antics. But he was also a mischievious little ball of green, forever knocking things over and breaking them in his exploration of the house. His parents had expected this from a small child, however, and had carefully hidden the truly valuable breakables away until he was a little older.
When Glorck first entered school, he was hit hard with the realization that he was not like other kids. Even though his classmates spanned the species range, with humans, Aqualish, Ithorians, and a Rodian here or there, Glorck was the only Alzarian. They teased him and prodded him about this, calling him a pea, or pea brain, or roly poly giant pea. Though he was too young to truly be depressed by this, it saddened Glorck that not everybody instantly liked him like his parents had. He did his best with his studies, but the constant teasing was a constant wear on him.
All throughout middle school it continued. Though he finally managed to get a small group of friends that really just saw him as another kid, the rest of his classmates continued to tease and bully him, especially about the little horn stubs that were starting to grow on his head. They were compared to 'real' horns, which only 'real' species could grow, like Devaronians. With his mind more mature now, Glorck could actually feel verry depressed, and if he hadn't had his small gaggle of friends, school would have much harder for him. So he really threw himself into his studies, and strived to become the best in his class. For the most part, he succeeded, always within the top five. This was probably the first time that Glorck realized that succeeding in life was simply about hard work and determination, probably a simple thing to realize, but he realized it all the same.
It was in high school that Glorck really 'filled out' physically. He was starting to get some muscle under his flab, and he wasn't just a round little chickpea anymore. While yes, he was still chubby, it was more spread out instead of just concentrated in his abdomen. The teasing slacked off as other kids grew into their own bodies, and the class really diversified in body structure. Glorck, for the first time in a long time, felt confidence in himself, for people weren't teasing and prodding him every day. While he still mostly kept to the same friends that had always been there, he started to expand and meet more people. Sadly, though, the fact that he was an Alzarian, a sight not seen too often on Corulag, greatly hindered his dating prospects. Now that they all knew how 'the Fosh and the Zyphters' really worked, no girl would date him, for fear of something not working right because he wasn't near human or the same species as them. It saddened him, but he understood, for he wouldn't wish death on anyone simply for being a different species. Again, he threw himself into his studies, and by the time graduation rolled around, he was in the top three in his class, though he didn't get valedictorian.
And through all those years, Glorck's fascination with the sky and space persisted. It was a rare night that Glorck didn't do his studying outside, where he could enjoy both the hustle and bustle of Corulag life, as well as just enjoy the expanse of stars, planets, and ships that dotted the night sky. In school, he naturally gravitated towards astronomy and math, though the former much more so than the former. Every datapad and holobook he read in the library was in some way related to space, ships, or interstellar travel. His teachers and friends noticed this, and repeatedly told him he was no doubt destined for some sort of career in the great void.
When high school ended, Glorck had the entire galaxy to find his fortune in. He could stay on Corulag and stake his own claim to the planet in some way. He could travel to Alzar, and raise his own family under the watchful eye of the monarchy. He could become a freighter pilot, smuggler, mercenary, anything he desired...but no. He knew his calling. He would serve the Republic in her Navy. Or, at least, he would try. He informed his parents of his decision, and after days of them trying to talk him out of it, they relented. Glorck was 18 when he joined the Naval academy on Agamar, and his life was never the same after that.
Having been bullied a great deal in his younger days, Glorck was probably a little more prepared than the other enlistees. He'd heard variations of what was yelled at him before; he was fat, he was short, he belonged in a pot of pea soup. But what really strengthened his resolve was that it wasn't just him being berated and insulted. They all were. Every single one of the new recruits had Arley Ermey, the grizzled old instructor jumping down their throats about how very worthless they were, and how they weren't fit to tighten the bolts on a landspeeder. This made Glorck really feel like just another one of the guys, just another enlistee being put through his paces. He flourished in this, in his own way, and survived the academy where so many of the enlistees failed.
Glorck had no doubt that many a neuron had fizzled out in the Ermey's brain during his years of service, but he still continued to bark at them, at recruits who towered over him simply because of their species. In fact...the tall, already muscular ones got it the worst. Boltrunians, Trandoshans, Epicanthix, Ermey was quick to hammer into them that just because they were big and strong didn't mean they were fit to serve.. Almost immediately after he stopped hating Ermey, Glorck started to respect the man immensely. He didn't see a bossy old man, still clinging to some semblance of power, like others did. No, Glorck saw a proud old man, committed to making each and every one of them the best the Republic had to offer. A fire was kindled in Glorck during his training, and it wasn't chronic indigestion. It was patriotism.
His first real posting aboard a military ship was aboard a destroyer, and Glorck was amazed by the experience. Yes, he'd been aboard various ships during training, but...this was different somehow. There was something about a ship this big..this powerful that appealed to Glorck. Even during training, he'd much preferred the larger ships to the smaller corvettes and frigates. Battleships, cruisers, destroyers, they were his fare.
As he progressed through the ranks, Glorck saw a myriad of skirmishes, battles, andonce or twice something that amounted to a small, localized war. Serious threats to the Republic were few, but there were pirates aplenty, no end to the pirate 'lords' who thought their little ragtag groups of thieves and rapists could stand up against the Republic's navy and win. ...Ha. Yeah, no. Sure, sometimes you'd get something that would require a battleship or a destroyer and a few frigates, but that kind of pirate alliance was few and far between.
...And then there was Norisu. Chyaku Norisu, a Corellian-born pirate who had been declared 'The don of all liars and cheats.' Glorck was pushing 40 when the Republic decided that Norisu was becoming a big enough nuisance to warrant a battleship and its escort sent out to neutralize him. Then-Commander Glorck witnessed the battle first-hand, quite possibly the single largest fleet of allied pirates, smugglers, and mercenaries he'd seen thus far in his life..he understood why the navy had justified sending a fully armed battleship. The battle was waged in the space above Corellia, and though the Republic fleet was actually outnumbered, they severely outgunned the pirate, whose largest ship was an assault frigate. The battleship proved itself worthy, and the Republic squashed another pirate, like Alderaan children squashed flies on a hot evening.
Throughout his days as an officer, Glorck stayed in contact with Ermey, and found himself speaking to a much different man than the one that had barked down his throat during training. Glorck was no longer a filthy boot stain cadet, so Ermey spoke to him eye to eye....as much as he could, since Glorck had topped out at 5' 8, and Ermey was around 5'11. They spoke as friends now, and Glorck, though a grown man, listened to Ermey's tales with a wonder that was almost childish. This old attack dog had seen many a skirmish, and battles a plenty. He told tales of holding the lines as the wounded and dead were evacuated, of defending tiny outposts against large waves of all manner of enemies. Pirates, terrorists, rebels, everything. There was a bravery about him, even in his old age. An aura that though he was old, he was as vicious as any soldier. It was during their time together as Ermey's days left inhabiting his mortal coil ticked away that Ermey presented Glorck with a gift; an antique blaster pistol that had originally been manufactured during the Mandalorian Wars that Ermey had tinkered and modified to be usable in the modern age. Not long after that gift, Ermey passed away peacefully in his sleep. Glorck was there at the funeral, and knew the real cause of his mentor's death: Without any real enemies to fight, and having trained a fine crop of officers, Ermey had no reason to hang around, and had gone on to a better place.Though the passing once again made Glorck feel the pangs of depression, with his 'new' sidearm in hand, he quickly manned up and dedicated himself to making Ermey's memory proud.
Glorck was 42 when he was made Captain, his first ship being an M'Bison class cruiser. He had hoped to captain a dreadnought, but he was deemed still not experienced enough to handle the biggest ships in the navy. That, and there simply weren't enough dreadnoughts around. It was relatively peaceful then, the scant handful of dreanoughts already in the navy were deemed to be enough for the time being.
When Glorck was 46, he was reassigned to a new ship..the biggest ship he had ever seen in his life. A dreadnought. An honest to the Force dreadnought. Finally, his ambitions were realized. Named the Yggdrasil, she was one of the newer Mirelurk class ships, recently developed by Sark Industries for the developing war against the Sith Empire. With a war coming and a shiny new dreadnought model to show off, the admiralty started reassigning captains from smaller cruisers and destroyers to some of the bigger boys. Having spent most of his time aboard said cruisers, as well as having 4 years as captain of one under his belt, Glorck was deemed fit to command a Mirelurk.
With a dreadnought as his war mount, Glorck felt the patriotic fire within him erupt into a raging flame. He was pushing close to 47, and he was a respected captain. Glorck was determined to make the the memory of Arley Ermey proud. He, Glorck, captain of the Yggdrasil was finally fit to call himself a soldier of the Galactic Republic Navy.
RP Sample:
This was not looking good.
"Captain, major damage to the rear starboard engines! We need to pull out now!"
Glorck scratched his chin, closing his eyes in deep contemplation. This was it. The moment of truth. This decision he was about to make would irrevocably change the way the rest of the galaxy viewed him as a captain, a Republic citizen, and as a man. He could pull back like the rest of the fleet was, or he could choose to stay and hold the enemies' attention, give the smaller frigates and cruisers a greater chance to escape unharmed, which would almost certainly doom him and his crew.
He had great faith and trust in these men and women. He knew that while they would not object to pulling out and living another day, if he chose to gow down fighting, they would back him up. He held their lives, as well as his, in his hands. It was his call..flee, or fight.
He opened his eyes.
"Shut down the engines and all maneuvering thrusters. Sound the emergency alarm, then activate the parasite guns. From there, direct power from the laser cannons to the turbolaser grid."
There was a moment of silence in the bridge as his decision truly sank in.
"Aye aye, Captain."
As the main lights dimmed and a loud claxon started going off through the ship, Glorck's expression hardened, and his belly swelled with a firey battle rage. He activated the ship-wide intercom and stood from his chair, putting on his war face and addressed the men and women who he had certainly doomed. This was it, his final speech. His final words in this life. Glorck, the Alzarian who had risen from the tubby little kid who had been teased and bullied throughout elementary school, to probably the oddest entry in Agamar's naval academy, to a respected captain of one of the most feared ship classes in the Republic Navy, was about to give his final battlecry.
"This is the end, for all of us. But do not despair, no! Take pride, feel courageous in knowing that you went down like a true soldier, fighting his enemy until the very bitter end! We were all born kicking and screaming, we shall all die kicking and screaming! We are true patriots, defending our glorious Republic against all that would dare to usurp it!"
Puffing and panting, he licked his lips, and prepared the final order. Summoning up all the booming, bellowing fury he could, he gave the command. "Fire! Until the very end!
