Petrov lights a Cigar: "Aaah... So calm. Ain't funny, where is the rest. Nikolai! We should khev some vodka laying around, bring me a bottle! Bring me 5 Bottles even!"
No answer came, it's as if the whole crew were on vacation in Omega-52.
Petrov spits out his cigar:"I said nikolai! Where the khell is everyone!?"
The Ship started to move into the direction of Omega-5 Jumphole.
"What the khell is going on! I lost control over the ship!"
In Omega-5 the ship suddenly stopped moving. Petrov gained control over the ship again: "The khell was that... I have to report this back to High Command."
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