Saving the Soul of a Ship

[Lionheart523]

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Franklin hit the button to disengage in the middle of the trade lane running towards the New York Jumpgate. His Arrow-Interceptor jolted to the right as he dropped out of the lane and the engines started kicking in again.
"So, where exactly was the Base again?" he muttered to himself as he set a Nav-Point manually. He then engaged his cruise engines and leaned back. He soon flew fast away from the normal traffic and into the nearby debris-field. Dodging huge metal parts and being rattled by tiny impacts along the shield, he made his way onward. Without a navigation beacon, he would have lost his way in seconds, since he always had to change course to evade the different man made remains. But suddenly the field opened up and he zipped past Beamount Base. And not far away he recognized some of the debris, forcing him to swallow hard.

He disengaged the cruise engines and let the ship drift closer. The headlights fell on the scorched hull of what has once been one of the most magnificient and well known liners of Orbital Spa and Cruise. The blackened and torn walls carried the testament of the fate of Seabournes ship. As the light fighter slowly scanned part for part its lightshaft briefly illuminated one of the markings:

"OS&C|Bre.zw..."

with the rest indistinguishable because of the damage.

Theobald swallowed his tears, as he silently made his way through Breezwoods wreck, numbing emotionally by the seconds. Finally he turned his ship around, flying back to Junker Base, requesting a docking clearance.
I just hope, there is a bar with at least some good vodka and whiskey, he thought, as his Light-Fighter was being pulled into the docking bay.

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