Haar's eyes were dark. He stared at Arik.
"Hehehehe...when he wakes, tell him that I never was rehabilitated. That 'oughta get him. And if it doesn't? Hehehehehe..." For the first time, there was a glimpse of madness in Haar's eyes. But of course, not even SilverDragon himself knew all of Haar's past.
A man who had killed half a dozen of his fellow students at schools for lesser insults, a man who had ripped out the voice box of his elder brother for wittering at him, a man who had assassinated one of his teachers at the academy and then killed the police officers who came to investigate. A man who was finally caught up with, and put in prison.
A man who had broke out of the prison, killing three more guards, hijacked an Igadzra Arada, and gone off during the major Azdgari-Igadzra encounters to turn an unholy amount of Azdgari vessels into slag.
Haar's ship had been disabled, but one of his greatest feats, destroying an Azdgari Warship and raiding fleet singlehandedly, had been recognised by SilverDragon, commander of a squadron, and Haar had joined the squadron in it's adventures.
If the Igadzra knew just who Haar was, he would have been long dead. However, no-one knew the fully story, no-one.
Haar was looking forward to his fight with the Rarkyl. The Rarkyl was a born killer, and so was Haar.
"...like fighting my brother all over again..." he muttered.
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The I.S.S Templar was now only a week away, just being touched up on. A test run had shown that the engine was not routed correctly, almost resulting in the ship's destruction, but the problem had been fixed. Very soon now, the first Igazrada would be functional.
As for the turbophase project, that was beginning to move along more swiftly, and would be done two weeks after the Igazrada, easily.
This week and last, ten Igazras had been built. There was great discussion whether another Igazrada would follow the last, or whether more attentionld be paid to increasing the number of Igazras in the Igadzra Union fleet.
Meanwhile, Igadzra ships had dispersed to take up patrols around their space, and the Azdgari battlefleet had been sent home, for now, with many thanks. Request for supplies had been sent to the Azdgari, Miranu and Zidagar to compensate for the losses.
SilverDragon grinned. With ten new Igazras, and more being constructed at every moment, his forces would soon recover.
He just hoped that they would be ready again before the Akrahd were.
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-From SilverDragon, personally-
-To the Akrahd Empire-
Know thee, Akrahd. You have made a mortal enemy with us, and we shall continue to fight thee until not a single Akrahd life exists in this galaxy.
Fear, Akrahd, for now you shall truly see the might of the Igadzra.
Emperor SilverDragon
Bane of the Akrahd
-End message-
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Metaphorically speaking, I'm metabolically challenged.