The Experiment

[Kane]

They were finnaly throught the tradelane and away from the mad-house. Patrick let the breath he didn't know he was holding out.
"Whew! That was a close call!"
Mathews walked up. "Tell me you still have all the data we need."
Patrick nodded. "Yeah. Everything is still stored up, locked away and safe."
"Good." Mathews looked at Silver. "I just hope it was worth it. If the Kusari Navy finds out..."
Patrick's face paled. "Let's hope they don't."
Hans walked up at that moment. "Deis ist nicht gut. Zee other stations should have gotten a message by now about us. Ve hav to hurry."
Patrick nodded, then poped open a hatch on the side of the bridge. In a flash he dove into the tangle of wires that gave life and direction to the ship.

Mary walked over to where Silver and the two other dragons were. She pulled a pack from her belt. "Here. It's a Med-Kit. Should help with the wounds. It's fairly basic, but it's better then nothing." She handed it off to one of the females. "I think we owe you guys our lives."

James came up to Romer. "Ey mate? Could we get a lift to Atka station? We're supposed to bring our stuff there after we got it... What the 'ell are you doing!?" He looked over at Patrick hip deep in the wires.
"Getting ready to give us a bit of a boost."
"An 'ow the bloody 'ell are you gonna do that?"
"Remove the safties on the reactor."
James almost had a heart attack. "That's bloody dangerous!"
"Yeah? Would you rather take a chance of getting a bit of rad-poisioning, or getting out of here alive?"
He stopped advancing towards his team-mate with the intention to kill. He paused then nodded. "Aww, f*ck it... But if i'm steril after this i'm going to bloody kill you, got it?"
Patrick rolled his eyes. "Whatever man. Yo! Pilot! When you need that boost just tell me! I'll nix the safties and you should have a little more thrust to play with! We can't do it for too long, or we won't need a night-light to take a midnight piss, if ya know what i'm saying!"

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