The birth of a Titan

[Leo]

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Some distance away from the mammoth Zoner shipyard, space distorted and out from the distortion appeared a Zoner Fearless-class cruiser. Small nodes appeared out from the hull following it's successful jump, releasing the heat generated from the many onboard systems which needed cooled in absolute zero. These nodes slowly retracted back into the hull shortly there after as if they were never there.

This Fearless-class ship was different from the others of it's ilk. The weapons of war, which normally interrupted the smooth lines of the ship, were missing. In their place were large sensor arrays which was where the power for the weapons systems had been redirected. Hull distinctly darker than it's other Fearless cousins and the ship projected a sense of wonder and awe. This was the Darkhorse the first of it's kind: the Curiosity-class Cruiser.

The ship angled it's forward trajectory towards the nebula that shielded the Zoner installation from the rest of the chaotic nature of Omicron Kappa. As it's cruise engines flared to life and propelled the ship through the black, it's captain looked out the forward viewport in anticipation.

"All ahead full, sir. Enroute to Livadia." remarked a man sitting at a forward console. Just as all the others on the bridge, he wore interesting powered armor with various sensors and gadgets appended to it.

"Copy that. All ahead full. Enroute to Livadia. You're relieved, crewman. Report to mooring control and prepare the others for systems shutdown in preparation for mooring." Dante, the captain of the ship, replied.

The man rose from his seat, nodded briefly, and departed the bridge. Dante took his place as the ship entered the radioactive nebula which shielded the shipyards. As they broke through into the interior of said nebula, Livadia emerged from the darkness. He never got tired of seeing the station and quietly ruminated to himself that he easily could have been a member of Phoenix instead of SLRC had things only been a little different.

"Livadia Shipyards, this is Pathfinder-1, captain of the Darkhorse, we are here to see Mr. Donagan for our scheduled meeting. Standing by for clearance and docking assignment."

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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.
Roleplay is dead. Long live Powertraders and PvP I guess.