04-12-2017, 07:18 PM
"Freeport Nine, this is Commune-Silver-One, requesting permission to dock." - The ship approached the station slowly, impulse speed on minimum, the engine rumbling and reverberating through the hull. Hussaini gripped the steering stick, slowly adjusting the course, shifting his glance between the station and the green nebulae that surrounded the system. The station was overbooked for the moment, as evident by a flashing warning sign that occasionally appeared on his holographic display. He maneuvered his ship and entered orbit, killing his engines while he waited for the flight control's response
He constantly replayed and analyzed Thrax' words in his head, searching for an answer, something he overlooked. What could he have, that is a personal item of his and important enough to warrant interest?He left nothing behind on Samarra, nothing that could come back to haunt him, other than memories.
"Commune-Silver-One, this is Freeport Nine, you are now cleared to dock. Please proceed to dock two." - The flight control attendant spoke with a monotonous voice, and Hussaini restarted his engines and went for the docking port. The doors slowly opened as his ship approached them, then closed behind him as he disappeared into the airlock.
Touching down on the landing pad, he turned the safety release mechanism and entered the appropriate sequence of codes, the cockpit then slowly opened upwards. A jet of steam hissed from the cooling engine as Hussaini undid the locks on his helmet and stood up simultaneously. Having removed it, he tossed the helmet to the side, then vaulted out of the cockpit and slid down the ship's hull to the ground. Smooth as it comes.
The cockpit "windshield" slid back into place as he looked around the hangar bay, looking for any sign of Thrax, and any sign of possible trickery and ambush.
He constantly replayed and analyzed Thrax' words in his head, searching for an answer, something he overlooked. What could he have, that is a personal item of his and important enough to warrant interest?He left nothing behind on Samarra, nothing that could come back to haunt him, other than memories.
"Commune-Silver-One, this is Freeport Nine, you are now cleared to dock. Please proceed to dock two." - The flight control attendant spoke with a monotonous voice, and Hussaini restarted his engines and went for the docking port. The doors slowly opened as his ship approached them, then closed behind him as he disappeared into the airlock.
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Touching down on the landing pad, he turned the safety release mechanism and entered the appropriate sequence of codes, the cockpit then slowly opened upwards. A jet of steam hissed from the cooling engine as Hussaini undid the locks on his helmet and stood up simultaneously. Having removed it, he tossed the helmet to the side, then vaulted out of the cockpit and slid down the ship's hull to the ground. Smooth as it comes.
The cockpit "windshield" slid back into place as he looked around the hangar bay, looking for any sign of Thrax, and any sign of possible trickery and ambush.