Khaine set the co-ordinates to ouray into the vessel and went to the back of the ship to find what other little gadgets where in this sweet little freebee.
everything was good i could see from the port window we where headed to the colorado jump gate so i got stuck into the loot aboard this little treasure chest, about 3 minuits passed by and the ship started to slow. Exelent wont be long now.
The comms sprang to life spewing forth fear and dismay into the vessel as a man began to speak
"This is Rochester we have received your docking request, confirming I.D."
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"Ah luitentant Mathews, your late. Proceed to dock 4, We will set up a confrence room"
What the hell is this, Thought khaine as he ran to the navigation screen.
Oh hell this stupid pile of junk was set to auto pilot. I HATE WINDOWS!
Im dead, they are never gonna let me live. not after discovering something going on between them an liberty.
The hawk vibrated as the reverse thrusters kicked in to soften the landing.
Ive got to do something quick!
Khaine promptly took seat glaring at the shutting blast doors of the station.
Thats it!
He braught up the tractor beam sub targeting system and locked onto a large floating peice of debrey.
God i hope this works.
A crimson beam blossomed forth from the hawk surounding the debrey in a sort of statis feild. a large grinnding noise echoed around the station before complete silence washed over the hawk.
The docking bay was jammed open, he had done it.
He quickly set the vessel to auto pilot, lining himself up with the forged escape hole.
Cruise engins engaging in 5...
...4
....3
.....2
......1
And with a ball of flame the hawk burst into the free embrase of sirus.
welcome to Windowss 9040 communication set up.
if you would like to try and connect a network, please try atleast 100 baseless methods and supersticious acts in a vain hope you can get this program to work. Then consult the user guide.
Then repeat. if you fail to connect we blame your ship.
