STS Intruder

[DarthBindo]

The Barghest slowly pulled into the docking bay, the first time it's hull had touched dock in a long bit.
None of it's three person crew were on speaking terms.
The battleworn hull shew as docking lights flooded over it, and the structural integrity took a big test when the weight settled down to the deck, groaning for a split second as the scramjets slowed and supported less and less weight before finally conking out.
The young and newly minted engine technician threw a poisonous look at the captain before storming out and down the still lowering access ramp, her red hair flurrying briefly in the last gasp of the engines.
Ian sighed and looked over to his weapons engineer.
Michael steadfastly refused to return the look, retreating to the solitude of the torpedo room and his bunk.
Ian repeated his daily mantra in his head.
Well, I was going to kill myself today, but I think I can get through the day. Let's try tommorow.
He shut down the consoles and went outside to work to fix the bloody mess that was his ship.
Meaghann was furious.
That bloody tosser, thinks he can pick me up out of the middle of nowhere, recruit me to his bloody pirating crew. I run my life, gorramit!
She closed her eyes and wished once again that everything was all right, and that she was back on Arranmore, before striding into what she presumed was a mess, having followed the often (badly) vandalized signs.
Bastards better have real beer, not lukewarm piss.

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|