The Path of The Ravager

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[font=Century Gothic]The old man arrived at the landing pad, sighing at the familiar sight he saw so many times, but one which never got old.
He paid the land vehicle's driver some credits for the ride, and headed for the transport.
He got his liftoff license from the men in the control tower, who he contacted with his communicator.

He signed the routine papers, and got inside the rusty transport along with the two crewmen who usually flew with him on these hauls.

"Control tower this is the Orange.Galley, ready for liftoff." - he said confidently.

[color=#FFFFFF]"Roger that Orange.Galley, you are cleared for launch.
Good luck out there." - responded the landing pad computer in an automaton-like voice.

The transport launched lazily, and slowly got out of the orbit.
They cleared the docking ring successfully, and after heading out 5 K away from the ring, the ship entered cruise and headed out.

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