Art by Artimis look-alike
The Maraud was a marvel of modern technology; the master of the ship could have travelled the galaxy, seen everything. People spoke in whispers of Captain Demetrin Muerto, how he chose to orbit Earth, waiting for something.
The white-haired individual stared at the view-screen in front of him. He wasn’t old, barely an adult. Piercing black eyes stared up at the screen.
‘Computer?’ he asked. ‘Improve quality and enlarge.’ The computer performed its job silently; he hadn’t installed artificial intelligence. A waste of time and money.
Demetrin touched the screen with a finger. ‘Allendale. Is that...?’ He didn’t finish the question.
Conrad Allendale grimaced. Demetrin could see it in his face – he was surprised at his Captain. This small display of emotion was unusual. But the 1st Lieutenant replied smartly, ‘Yessir. Ohjin Beach Heavy Patrol Ship, sir.’
Demetrin glanced at the switchboards. ‘Well, then.’ He smiled grimly. Puma. She had died.
‘It would be rude not to send a greeting.’
‘Storm cannons, sir?’
‘Yes, Allendale. We’ve been through this.’ He hit three keys, and the weapons fired. For a moment, Demetrin almost felt guilty, uncertainty in his black eyes. He was just a boy, twenty-one. He should be finishing an Advanced Aerochemistry degree, but...Puma
. His eyes hardened. The unsuspecting crew of that ship deserved everything he sent.
He watched impassively as the missiles flew from the cannons.