The Tenixir Revenant’s CR70 pushed its way through the Doran star system. Soon it would arrive at Dondoran and thrust into a battle no one thought they could win. The Principate fleet had already been spotted setting up a blockade around the neural Hutt world. The Retributionists were outgunned and outnumbered, and they knew it.
The dour mood saturated the bridge as Rasha entered. She looked around at the scared faces and saw death. If they went into battle like this, it would be a short engagement indeed.
“What’s with the long faces? Soon we will have the opportunity to take the fight to the enemy. What we do here today matters. It matters more than you could possibly realize.” Rasha’s speech did little to raise their spirits. But she wasn’t done. She knew a defeated spirit was a defeated army. “For too long have we run. Too long has the Severian Principate enslaved the galaxy. It’s time to stand and fight! It’s time we freed ourselves of tyranny!”
“What do we do with a Principate soldier?”
she queried. “Hmm? Anyone?” She paused…”We kill that tyrant!”
She began to sing a shanty that had been heard around their base over the last few months. Soon everyone had joined in and spirits began to lift and pirates manned their battle stations with gusto!
“What will we do with a Principate soldier?
What will we do with a Principate soldier?
What will we do with a Principate soldier?
When e’er you see them!
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
When e’er you see them!
Stick’em in the belly with a vibrodagger.
Stick’em in the belly with a vibrodagger.
Stick’em in the belly with a vibrodagger.
When e’er you see them!
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
When e’er you see them!
Put them in a airlock, flush’em out.
Put them in a airlock, flush’em out.
Put them in a airlock, flush’em out.
When e’er you see them!
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
When e’er you see them!
Stick’em in a shuttle with a horny Wookie.
Stick’em in a shuttle with a horny Wookie.
Stick’em in a shuttle with a horny Wookie.
When e’er you see them!
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
When e’er you see them!
Put him in a cage with an angry rancor.
Put him in a cage with an angry rancor.
Put him in a cage with an angry rancor.
When e’er you see them!
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
When e’er you see them!
What will we do with a Principate soldier?
What will we do with a Principate soldier?
What will we do with a Principate soldier?
When e’er you see them!
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
When e’er you see them!
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
Way hay kill that tyrant.
When e’er you see them!”
Rasha nodded her approval as they spotted the enemy ships. “ONCE MORE INTO THE BREACH”
((Shanty to the tune of “Drunken Sailor”))
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