Destiny

[jammi]

The infernal machine was ridiculous. This tiny ship... How could they expect someone of my standing to travel in that mobile scrap-yard? I could see the Armoured Transport squatting on the landing pad as I walked across the blast hardened concrete. A slightly greasy looking man I took to be captain stood grinning wonkily at me. I glared at him before snapping my fingers and pointing back towards the small mound of luggage that was being unloaded from a baggage train behind me. While the transport was less than adequate, I might as well let inferiors know who their superiors were.

Without looking back I strode aboard the ship and looked around the gloomy cargo hold. A deckhand gave me a sour look. I fingered the knife in my pocket gingerly. I should by all means teach the wretch a lesson for his insolence, but that might prove counterproductive in the long run. The less attention I drew the better. For the time being. Eventually, all of Sirius would bask in my glory.

I found my room, from the look of the outside a small shabby affair. Steven was printed on the door. I pushed it open gingerly and peered around. There was a small bunk with a fridge doubling as a bedside table. Pathetic. A person of my stature should never be degraded as to living in such squalor. I hear the tannoy blaring, probably the greasy man from the landing plateau.

All crew, report to launch stations! Well be airborne in T-minus 5 seconds, so get moving yall! The Dauntlessll be setting course to New Berlin. The voices Libertonian accent grated on my nerves, so I would be happy when the trip was complete, and I could disembark and hopefully never clap eyes on the Dauntless again in my life.

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