A friend in need...

[Frank McLynn]

[font=agency fb]An hour later

[color=#FF9900]Adrian Morton slowed his sabre to a stop, feeling the mild gravitational pull of the little moon on his ship's controls. He checked his scanners.

Nothing...

Banking around to port he entered a slow orbit of the moon, flicking his comms from channel to channel, hoping to hear something, watching as the volcanic clouds sprayed sulphur out into space around him. Then he saw it... A flicker on his scanner. He turned his sabre towards it and kicked in the thrusters, dodging another cloud of suphurous gas, and heading directly towards the blip.

"Meallan, wake up."

No responce.

"Dagon you great drunken moron, WAKE THE F&*^ UP."

He yelled over local comms, seeing his old friend's head jerk upright in the cockpit.

"Need a lift? I basically came all the way out here on my own to save your drunk ass. I'm probably going to get fired for doing it... now eject from that old heap of crap and I'll tractor the pod... Not that I'm not glad to see you, just, this place is a f*&%ing hellhole, and I really don't want to get caught out here by some overzealous navy patrol and have to kill a bunch of people."

He sat back in his flight seat and grinned.

Thank gods.

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