"Surrender ? You pitiful excuse of space pirates. Filthy mongrels, Do you have any idea of WHO I AM ?
I am no mere merchantman, nor a scared shepard of a colonist armada, or a poor outnumbered, outgunned, escort corvette.
I am a dragon, a beast of legend born to fly accross the skies of a thousand worlds, the apex predator and the righteous ruler of the infinite frozen expanses of the Void ! If my claws won't gut you or my jaw rip your sorry throats, I will down you with enough canons and missiles to shatter the very sky, AND WITH MY OWN MIND !
I am the Dread Wyrm-Admiral Abraxas, at the helm of the magnificient Battleship [Name to be chosen yet].
In fealty of the Hunter's Guild and by the grace of the Moltavia Government, I hereby sign the Death Warrant of your entire Fleet, and condamn you to oblivion. May the Gods have pity on your souls, for I will have none.
ON MY MARK, UNLEASH HELL !"
Lord Wyrm-Admiral Abraxas retort to the Black skull armada ultimatum, battle of the Heptagonic Nebula.
Even in times of peace, travelling through Space is a dangerous task. Uncharted phenomenas, solar flares, space pirates, strange beasts roaming the void, mutineers.
For this reason - as well as cheaply transporting their Hunter where they are needed-, the Hunter's Guild has always kept a small military navy. Escort duty, search and rescue missions, counter-piracy, exploring the unknown and face tremendous dangers alone with just a starship, it is the job of quite colorful dangerously adrenalin-addicted men and women.
And amongst them, the Dread Wyrm-Admiral Abraxas -as he likes to be known off- is perhaps the strangest, if successfull, of all.
The first fact that should be known about him is that is not really a dragon like he claims to on almost every occasion, as any scholar can confirm : he undoubtedly is a pseudo-dragon, a little wyrm-like winged lizard, hardly bigger than a housecat. Delusions of Grandeur are usual among their kind, as well as inflated egos, though it tends to reduce the older they grew. Abraxas is a bit small among his kind, and is more obnoxious about his identity than many younglings, even though he is in his fifties.
The second fact is : you better agrees with him about his draconic nature, unless you want a tiny house-cat sized flying lizard with planet-sized ego issues to murder you with his mind.
For years, the young Abraxas has tried to breathe fire or something, to proove once and for all that he was a true dragon indeed. Somehow, even if he failed in this regards, he managed to find a way to manifest some kind of weapon from his very soul, and soon after, to throw them with the strengh of laser bolts. From that day onward, Abraxas was convinced to be a True Dragon, and one of the most powerful ever : after all, he did not thing more than a thought to kill, unless his "lesser" kind. So, he wandered among the growing deserts of his homeworld, to create his own very lair, as a proper Dragon should do. For months he has searched, rushing himself forward in the unknown, throwing himself in troubles bigger than hmself and always managing to pull it off.
And then, one day, he found the right place.
A nice cavern, inside a very large mountain range, perfect for a glorious dragon like him.
And when he explored his future lair, he found her.
A stranded battleship, who has been there for years, forgotten from all, a remnant from the time when the world was once colonised and terra-formed, her gilded hull covered by an almost-concrete like sheet of dust.
THIS was far better than any lair.
Years passed. Patiently, Abraxas learned how to use his new toy, gathered untold riches and a crew -including a marching band always playing on the bridge-.
One day, a battleship soared again in the sky, taking off in a cloud of dust and the echos of many avalanches she triggered in her awakening, her drive roaring once more. And soon, the Dread Wyrm-Admiral 's legend grew among the stars.
Physical description :
Imagine a dragon, with gleaming deep purple scales and a butter-teinted belly. Now, downsize him at the size of a cat.
Then, dress him up in a custom made embroidered white and gold uniform, a purple silk sash covered with medals in precious metals - some of them truly earned-, an officer saber at his side too large for him, and cover his muzzle under a ginormous, cocard-and-plumet bearing, bicorn. Add a monocle and the smuggest, cockiest, overconfident smile ever seen on a lizard.
Here, you have him.
As for his character, he is an obnoxious large ham, a cocksure braggart full of bravado and always ready to buckle some swash, to increase the size of his treasure vault and the riches of his starship with an other prize. He is not an idiot nor a fop : in fact, he is very perceptive, and has some sharp wit and good charms to back up his boastings. He can be inconspicuous if he thinks it will help him, but he does not like this.
So, here he is, the largest ham this side of Orion !
I'm still looking for a good name for the Ship. I'm tempted between GÖTTERDÄMMERUNG, HIC SUNT DRACONES & ULTIMA RATIO.
I've taken the Floating Palace feat even though I don't have a use for it, just to have a gilded floating palace as a starship.
Expect him, as soon as possible, to become with the true dragon in our Team
And yes, I'm bloody serious about the marching band.
Global note : I know frickin' nothing about mechas, mecha shows and whatever. So don't be surprized if I don't catch references or ask stupid questions.