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Disclaimer Notice!!! All characters Copyright to Akirian Fox Drakenwolf [Andreiz M Banuelos]. Content is of An Adult nature so if your below the age of 18 please run away before your eyes are gouged out by the words in this story. If you are 18 or above then please enjoy. ******************************** 200 Years after the Galactic war between humans and the alien lifeforms known as furry's. The year was 2675 and what a chaotic year it was. Two halves of the galactic quadrants were always in war with one another. While one had advanced weaponry and enhanced battle cruises...the other had smaller faster ships that had week shielding but numerous weapon bays and engines. Speed and weapons Vs. Defense and power. Every war they were equally matched all ships coming home brutally damaged. Finally peace was discussed and the new Galactic Order was created. And in the Order a council lead by Drakenwolf. A Creature so unique yet extremely restless. This is were our story begins. but alas, not of the present..but 200 years before when our fine hero was still in command of the finest and strongest battleship. fighting for the furry resistance. Onto the bridge if the Famous intergalactic warship. Known as Kl'ath'erath (The Death Beyond Shadows). And what a beautiful but deadly ship it was. Being the largest of all Draxian warships it was Created with both prototype and enhanced technology. Over 852 Scarab cannons lined the sides of this ship followed by the 386 Draxian Laser turents. Along with the 2400 Shield emitters the ship was damn near close to untouchable. The bridge held stations for helm, Weapons, Tactical, and every other station that a Battle Cruiser needed. But the most crucial station of them all was the Ship masters seat. For every crew needed a leader to lead them to battle and back. This leader was Drakenwolf. The last Draxian to have survived the universal collapse 3,000 years ago. ***************************** "Trex'Shin!! Whats the status of the tactical array?!?" Drakenwolf yelled to his Lieutenant as he pulled himself back into his massive seat. His fours arms once more readjusting to the cusions as his claws begin to dance on the command control kholographic keypads. The ship had just literally rammed straight through the last enemy vessel in the sector gutting it like a Chek'rath. "Ship master With exception of a few minor areas on deck 26-A and 82 everything is in working condition!" Trex'shin had replied. He was an anthropic hybrid between a rapter and a hell dragon. He had gained his service on this ship through numerous recommendations from HQ. With black scales and cyan glowing markings he made for both a fine beast as well as an exception tactical officer. Drakenwolf would nod in approval while he turns to his second in command. With a low guttural grunt he stands up and stretches. "Elk'ath'ren. You have the bridge. Everyone who wishes to gain some rest find someone to take your place. Be back here in 12 hundred hours.. With that he turned around and headed through the doorway and teleported to the mess room. As he made his way through the numerous halls made to suit the height of his gargantuan form he took notice of the minor area on deck 26-a, a few corridors from the mess room, the entire room was ripped away from the ship leaving only special force shields to prevent loss in pressure, air, and anyone from falling into evac. "Hmph..minor repairs indeed, will need to fix that at HQ." he noted to himself before resuming his walk. The Mess hall doors parted with a silent soft hiss allowing passage to the giant Draxian only to close once more as he entered. Taking his seat in the side he gazed out the window and into the stars while his drink materialized at an unspoken thought. It was a curious drink..laced with Draxian wine and spices from three other worlds. Safe for his kind but lethal to any other. He began to wonder what if was hope for the galaxy, IF there was truly a reason for war or why his kind were wiped out. but whatever it was, whatever the reason it had been done..an irreversible action that had spiraled him into this life and he would\'t ask for it otherwise. Taking a sip from his drink he executed a command on his wrist gaunt notifying the helmsmen at the bridge to move them to HQ. It was going to be a long wait till they arrived but they needed the R&R. Laying his head back he fell asleep. What he didn't know was that when they arrived. They would immediately be refitted..upgraded one last time and shipped out to attend a war that would be the most rememberable for centuries. **************************** To Be Continued in [Chapter 1: Voyage To Hell] ***************************** [that is it for now..as the title claims its a prologue..but there will be more in the first chapter. I plan for this to be a long story series so keep waiting. More to come soon. ^,=,^]