It's a short story about a ship and her crew, not even close to finished but I am done with the intro. Tell me what you think!
Darkness surrounded the Tortuga with only the distant suns casting a muddied reflection on the armour plating of her raven
black hull. The hull was blemished with signs of combat, dents and various damages had roughed the Tortuga. Despite her name, the corvette-class ship
had a predator demeanor; long and elegant lines formed a beaklike point below the bridge. Covering the area where one would
otherwise have windows or other transparent materials, thick, ribbed blast shields lay fixed, protecting her crew and captain.
The bridge area was merged with the main part of the hull, which was of moderate size while still keeping a fairly slim appearance and had a downward arch.
Her wings, spanning a third of the Tortugas size, were pointed slightly downward from the hull, similar to a hawk hunting its prey in fast descent.
The wings formed a crescent moon shape with a faint hint of curving around their sharp edges. Her rear part was less elegant, as if comparing
the hilt of a sword with its blade. It was much larger than any part of the Tortuga and on its backside, two ion drive engines sat and powered her propulsion.
Normally they would fire up in a vibrant cyan colour emitting a spear of light, but now they remained silent and dark, like sleeping beasts in their caves.
Mounting her belly was a single ion cannon half her size. The weapon was composed of two parts, a muzzle resembling the shape of a double-edged sword
and an energy condenser where the devastating force was first accumulated. A pair of particle-accelerator turrets with symmetrical design were installed on
top of both wings, designed to fend against smaller vessels and fighters. Their effectivity was, however, not only limited to smaller crafts, they were very
well capable of punching big holes into most hulls. Now, she lay adrift in the vast space, seemingly derelict. The truth however, couldnt be farther from the apparent.