Meeting the Knight

[G. Graves]

There was a certain elegance to the ship that came into view, Graves found. Only a bit more than two decades ago, it would have been suicidal to bring it here, into an asteroid belt, because people hadn't been able to figure out back then how to create a shield bubble big enough to envelop more than a snubcraft-sized vessel. It had been one of these situations where, in hindsight, people with the savoir-faire necessary would laugh about how they had been able to overlook the flaw in their thinking. Or at least, Graves liked to imagine that, since the basic working of physics behind a ship shield were so simple, even a child would be able to understand it if explained with enough vigour.

Shaking off the admittedly pretty self-indulgent thoughts, Graves transmitted the docking protocols to the Harmony, allowing the ship access to his Vindicator's docking procedure, which allowed him to take his hands off the console. Folding them on his belly, he watched through the front window as the lumbering behemoth of Liberty's ever increasing lust for firepower came closer, opening a door of massive steel to admit them entrance. He idly thought that he should've opted for a tweed suit, because the colour would've gone really well with the ship's interior. There wasn't too much time for thought, however, since the ship passed the hangar doors and touched down, only the slow movement of the hangar doors closing speaking of how loud the sound of metal grating over metal would be if there had been an atmosphere in the hangar right now to support the travel of sound.