Destiny

[jammi]

This is just a bulletin, yall. Nothing to be worried about. Weve just jumped into Omega 7, so well be hitting Url Borderstation for customs and immigration in bout, 30 minuets give or take. Thats captain out. I pulled up a mental map of where we were - sitting in front of a tradelane south of Freistadt Base, more than likely.

I felt the now familiar tug, as the ship rapidly accelerated. That would mean we had initiated the lane sequence. I mooched off down the corridor, peering into empty cabins as I passed them. From the look of things the Dauntless was specialised for moving passengers. In that case they were obviously peasants that had no standards if the accommodation could be used as a judge of the client. From the crew I had seen, and the lack of passengers, we were operating on a skeleton crew with trace amounts of cargo.

Suddenly the deck lurched as if it had been hit by a torpedo. I landed awkwardly on my wrist and screamed at hearing something click, a red pain welling in my wrist. Suddenly sirens were wailing all around me, claxons blaring. The deck lurched again, sliding me down towards a bulkhead. The hull began to vibrate and a terrible screeching shuddered through the straining metal. It sounded like someone was dragging their nails down a blackboard.

In a welter of sparks, a molten wedge of panelling slumped inwards further down the corridor. I winced expecting to feel the fatal bite of vacuum, but instead there was a dull clink as a small canister was thrown through the jagged hole. I winced and covered my eyes with my arm, expecting a grenade. Instead smoke burst out, so I rolled over and started to crawl away round a corner. As the smoke consumed me, I rolled back over and withdrew the SDSG.

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