SBC Radio One: Repairs

[Bazza]

Through the maelstrom of frozen asteroids slips a ship bearing the moniker most befitting of her current surrounds. The Liberty Rogue Destroyer, M.C.F Maelstrom; a scarred, battle-hardened cruiser bearing a torn, disturbed and haphazardly applied patchwork livery which itself stands coated with the thick detritus of spatial existence clumsily meanders through the gauntlet of frozen, dirty water that comprises the outer edges of the Great Barrier.

Her great, prideful engines run ablaze with a deeply mechanical hum. As if rebelling against the very ship they exist in, the engines echo proudly throughout the rough, yet sturdy, chassis of the ancient hulk; the constant, almost comforting growl occasionally interspersed with a metallic shudder as the skeletal hull shifts in shape, creaking and groaning with each lurching movement, offering the image of a ghost ship of folklore.

Alongside the battered flagship, a disfigured aggregation of smaller vessels fly in convoy. Each one of the myriad ships bears her own unique form; having weathered many individual challenges much like their current front-runner. Amongst the kaleidoscopic assortment, vessels identifiable as fighter craft and bombers are discernible. These wingmen, when accounted for, number a half dozen.

The convoy approaches the co-ordinates supplied and, having made no attempt whatsoever to disguise themselves, are to be quickly detected.

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