Looking up the massive industrial ship, I can't help but wonder what it would be like to pilot one from the bridge.
A burley hauler brushes past me, when someone yells "Hey, get a move on, no standing around!" I look over to see who's yelling.
"That's right, you! We're not paying you to just stand there!"
I realize the muscle head has mistaken me for hired help. Opportunity knocks! I nod to the lump of muscle and shuffle into the loading dock, and quickly slip into a connecting hall. Security is non-existent, they've almost finished unloading and must be on sched for maintenance.
The ship is massive, but I manage to navigate my way towards the bridge using the occasional comm link display. Finally there it is before me. The forward view is active and I look out upon the massive bow.
Suddenly, hands grasp my arms and a harsh voice whispers..."now who the hell do you think you are.... where do you think you're going!"
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"Where do you think you're going!"
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"Jaz, where do you think you're going!!" Black Claw's voice screams in my ear as I realize I've been day dreaming again and have drifted off from the fleet.
"Truck'n on back to ya FC" I drawl with a grin.
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