L. O. K. I.

[Kane]

DarkStars ship floated in the black, hidden and for good reason. It was not uncommon for ships to have equipment failures, like engine malfunctions or the food storage units break. Alone, these were easy to deal with. When you got them together, you had a problem.
"I'm sorry sir, the Captian isn't on the bridge at the moment. I'll call him up in a moment sir, hang on."
The ensign walked over to the a panel and pressed a button. "Captian, your needed on the bridge."
"DAMNIT ENSIGN!!!! If it's something small I swear to every god there was, are, and will be, I will kill you!"
The ensign jumped back from the intercom as if it had come to life itself and barked at him.
It wasn't long before the door hissed open, and DarkStars voic could be heard. "Now, what's this burning emergancy that needs my attention?"
"There's someone on the comm..."
"THE COMM!?!? YOU CALLED ME UP BECAUSE SOMEONES PINGING US!?!? Didn't I say that you were to give them... Oh. Hello Virus."
DarkStar appeared on the comm, about to beat the living daylights out of the ensign, when he saw who was waiting.
"He said he had a present for you, sir." The ensign cowered, on the other side of the bridge.
"Thank you ensign. So, we finaly figured out what went wrong... Some idiot snuck abord our ship at Crete, trying to sabotoge our engines. He managed to get one of the access pannels off before we lifted and turned him into a carbonised film on our cowls. The engines esentially burnt through that part, and so they don't work anymore. That, we can replace. It's the coolent valves in our 'fridges that we can't. Those just got rusted stuck, and now our foods going bad. Once we get the engines back online we can fix that problem though.
"So, what did you bring us this time?"

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