The docking bay.

[Darkflight]

as he landed his shiny new werewolf heavy fighter craft, Dreadblade sighed. there goes the rest of his holiday. back to the drudgery of being a rogue.

then he smirked.
'naaw... it ain't so bad.. most of the time we are doin get rich quick schemes that involves shootin cargo holds and trade lanes. rest of the time we are just plain havin fun!' he wondered how many other veteran rogues had were still around. Sure... a few of em could be on missions, a few others on holiday, but, he had to know.

he walked towards the mess hall. then he saw sparks.
'hmm... could it be mort.'....'it is! still workin on that ol rustbucket of yours, i see. well... good luck. well. see ya. im off to the mess hall for sum grub then im goin flyin.

'hey, dreadblade.... looks like your craft needs a little touchng up.'
'i dont trust anyone else with it. ill deal with it later.'

*crash*
Dreadblade ran towards the crashing sound. it was in the mess hall.
he opened the door and peered in.
'Ashes. typical you. what did you do this time. spin on your chair and trip on a lamp?'

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