Project Dragoon/Project 42

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The shire sidled it's way towards the MacDuff, the mooring arm extending on the side, ready to clamp on. It touched onto the MacDuff airlock silently, the only noise a slight hiss as the lock pressurised. As the doors slid open, a few Bowex employees filed through, pushing hovercarts loaded with equipment of all sorts. Moving it into the bay area, and offloading it to set up, they where already attracting quite a crowd. Then, they noticed the man in the wheelchair, a grubby, greasy rag and wrench hanging from his belt. Max rolled through the air lock in his wheelchair, still preferring this relic of the past rather than a hover-chair or mechanical supports on his legs. He rolled towards the growing crowd

A'ight, a'ight. Nothen te see 'ere. Would one o' yeh kind lads go get Admiral.. Bloom was it? He should be expectin oos.

Max placed an ID chip in the officers hand

There's a good lad

He turned back to his employees

Alright, lets get this together before high an' migh'y gets down here. We don' want no problems, even if this is a prototype...

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