Yuri Moroketh
Oct 14th, 2002, 01:50:37 AM
The captain of Gabriel Hyde's flagship, the Kiavedd, was not human. He wasn't even Givin.
He was Yevethan.
But, unlike most of his race, Yuri Moroketh was not bent on the destruction of other species. In fact, Moroketh actively denounced the ways of his people, instead choosing to be calculating and patient, happy to live among those of the galaxy.
He'd grown up with Hyde, and the two were close friends, so when Hyde had asked him to command the first Capital ship Terrisz'Voss built, he accepted the offer gratefully. And it was a glorious ship.
The Kiavedd wasn't as large as a Star Destroyer; half the length at best, but what it lacked in size it made up for in sheer vicious beauty. A gracefull hull design, as went with the two Terrisz'Voss' Vico-class capital ships, gave the craft a smooth, streamlined look, with weapons ports wonderfully hidden within the hull. It was a work of art, and Moroketh loved every line in its metal body.
Sitting in his command chair, almost directly behind the two pilot's stations and seemingly dominated the bridge, the Yevethan watched the tunnel of hyperspace before him. One good eye half open in a lazy stare, his fingers curled expectantly around the armrests as he was careful to not allow his dewclaws to unsheath.
"How long until we reach Yag'Dhul?" he spoke up, in a deep rumbling bass of a voice.
"About 15 minutes, Sir," One of the pilots answered, not turning from his post.
"Good. Inform our guest that we'll be arriving shortly."
"Yes Sir."
It would be nice to set foot on Yag'Dhul once again, and Moroketh sat, continuing to watch the starlines as they stretched by.
He was Yevethan.
But, unlike most of his race, Yuri Moroketh was not bent on the destruction of other species. In fact, Moroketh actively denounced the ways of his people, instead choosing to be calculating and patient, happy to live among those of the galaxy.
He'd grown up with Hyde, and the two were close friends, so when Hyde had asked him to command the first Capital ship Terrisz'Voss built, he accepted the offer gratefully. And it was a glorious ship.
The Kiavedd wasn't as large as a Star Destroyer; half the length at best, but what it lacked in size it made up for in sheer vicious beauty. A gracefull hull design, as went with the two Terrisz'Voss' Vico-class capital ships, gave the craft a smooth, streamlined look, with weapons ports wonderfully hidden within the hull. It was a work of art, and Moroketh loved every line in its metal body.
Sitting in his command chair, almost directly behind the two pilot's stations and seemingly dominated the bridge, the Yevethan watched the tunnel of hyperspace before him. One good eye half open in a lazy stare, his fingers curled expectantly around the armrests as he was careful to not allow his dewclaws to unsheath.
"How long until we reach Yag'Dhul?" he spoke up, in a deep rumbling bass of a voice.
"About 15 minutes, Sir," One of the pilots answered, not turning from his post.
"Good. Inform our guest that we'll be arriving shortly."
"Yes Sir."
It would be nice to set foot on Yag'Dhul once again, and Moroketh sat, continuing to watch the starlines as they stretched by.