RIPE & DRAGGERS

CHAPTER 26

Pedro is primed for battle.

In the past period he has gathered a large army, an impressive fleet, grade-a tech, and overall a massive power to win a war. However, he has also lost an important ally, his genetic grand-dad, Dualen. A mentor and a friend aside from the genetic attributions; the man was dear to him. Not a role model or an idol, but an accomplice, a confidant.

A synergy.

And revenge will not be sweet this time, but necessary.

Never in all his years of being a back-dragger did he wanted to use his powers so badly that he can destroy an entire planet in his own blinded estimate. Rage is the proper term, and he hides it gracefully by leading his forward fleet to the off-jump coordinates in dead-shot accuracy that even his fleet commander, Wondro, was extremely impressed.

When they reached off-jump point, a massive cluster of Quant defensive satellites immediately appeared in their forward view.

Much like the speed of a dragger, the hundreds of giant spherical glass balls came popping out like lightning in storm clouds. Each having an equal bearing distance from each other that you can instantly guess artificial programming control for the splendid accuracy.

And Pedro could not assess for sure wether sheer luck or remarkable intuition would place a battleship or a command ship right in the middle of the array.

Much like his position now.

Right in front of him is a seemingly small forward command battleship that boasts its stature in the middle of the defense satellites and sort of saying 'I am in command'.

Pedro's chest gets warmer at viewing his opponent for the first time; and if he were a dragon, we would have breathed out fire.

These fuckers will die. He told himself.

About hundreds of battleships and defense satellites facing each other and the silence is uncanny.

"Point forward camera on the the center ship and magnify."

The helmsman concurred and the large forward screen showed an odd looking battleship. It is not Quant made but rather older in appearance. It looked ancient like a Gloshon ship, where on it's right wing is a graffiti painting that spells 'the Jungle'.

On the bottom hatch of the ship appeared a smaller figure or figures of some sort that eventually became more visible. Four individuals in armor and battle boots.

The four continued to float forward towards their front flank and Pedro slowly recognized the dragger Euclid with three Quant looking guys at her sides.

Pedro sneered at the sight of what seems to be a Brahman war standard front line.

"Open the bridge front door." he said as the wide door behind the projecting screen started to open almost instantly in his command.

Pedro started to float and glided forward towards outside as his armor automatically activated his protection in sharp sequences.

Pedro will meet his enemy and he will kill them outright if necessary.

It took Euclid a few moments to see that her small party is being met by another, just in front of her. Several kilometers out front until her helmet magnifier started to zoom in on the opposer.

She gasped a bit at the sight of the Runkan.

"Gene, Bob, we were wrong on our presumption. Pedro is on this side of the planet. Not yours."