Rose From The Concrete

[Andrew Walsh]

Grise Fjord Shipyard, a manic place, everyone running somewhere and here I am casually walking through the place like I own it, I still can't believe I'm stationed here until maintenance checks are done on my ship.

"Mr Knowles Report To The Hangar Bay Immediately"

I paused for a moment, embracing the glimmer of hope that my ship may be ready.

Ryan:

"Now which way is the Hanger Bay?"

Twiddling my thumbs as if I was a school kid that was just caught smoking in the cafeteria.

Operative:

"This Way Mr Knowles"

An unfamiliar voice, Lovely, just what I needed to be guided by.

Ryan:

"Right away"

Operative:

"Mr Knowles I regret to inform you that your ship is still under going maintenance checks, however, we have a temporary ship available to conduct your research within the Omicron Minor System, as you have no doubt heard from the Colonel, we have been picking up on weak energy signatures within that system, I believe the Colonel himself has ordered you to conduct a full investigation into this matter."

Ryan:

"That is correct, I assume the temporary ship available to me is of basic standard?"

Operative:

"Yes, It hasn't been outfitted with any weaponry, so you will have to be careful, your primary job is to find out were these energy signatures are based."

Ryan:

"Well then, Shall we?"

Operative:

"Yes, please proceed to your vessel and once you are ready to launch, we will provide you with the coordinates to the Omicron Minor System. We will monitor your movements at all times Mr Knowles, so rest assured if we pick up any activity we will alert you immediately"

Ryan:

"Roger that, moving out"

Great just what I needed, A useless ship in a dangerous area, you might aswell just hand me a death warrant.

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