Destiny

[jammi]

After a few moments there was a bone jarring shudder as the transport lifted off, and a slight sense of disorientation as it angled upwards to lock onto the docking ring. I was further knocked off balance when the artificial gravitational fields were enabled, which appeared to be calibrated to Manhattan gravity. The effect was to give me an unsettled feeling as I became slightly heavier than the moment before.

The floor was now steady, probably because it had now entered space proper. I pushed out of my cabin and craned my neck up and down the corridor. Dim lights flashed at either end, casting twisting and warping shadows along its length. I was glad I was off the planet. Once I reached Freeport One I could also put the second portion of my plan into motion. The corridor was cold. Colder than Cambridge. I had always been analytical, so I placed a guess on the temperature. Pulling my blast coat closer around me I stepped out.

The cargo bay was also empty. The sullen deckhand from earlier had disappeared. A number of large grey crates had replaced him. I looked closer. The lids were held down by a small lock controlled by a bio-sensor. I guessed they would be programmed to the recipient who would open them on arrival. My scientific curiosity got the better of me, and my intimate knowledge of technology took over.

Popping the electric control cover open, I rearranged a few wires and pressed various buttons. Hydraulic locks hissed as the crate slid open. Looking inside rows of shiny SDSG firearms gleamed at me. I believe they are produced by a Bounty Hunter group, the Search/Destroy Agency? At any rate they could be useful. Interesting, perhaps. I scooped one out of its packing and sealed the crate again. Id work on breaking the bio-IDs while I travelled.

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