The hour passes in near silence, only the humming of ships engines disturbing it. Suddenly shouting and curse words can be heard coming from Aidans room. Although muffled by the walls, his words can still be heard clearly. "You stupid fool! Why'd you do that... It is written clear as day, even here by yourself! And yet you still make the stupid mistake!" A harsh sound can be heard. Some dull object hitting metal. The door glides open and Aidan steps out of his room, a thunderous look on his face. 

He walks up to the pilot chair, pays no attention to Val and sits down. The timer, only 10 seconds left on it, begins to make an alarming sound. "Yes, yes. I can see it. We're there. Leaving the H.T.R.[sup]*[/sup] in 3... 2... 1... Mark." The view in the cockpit flashes white for a second before turning black once more. Well, not completely black. Most of the view is obstructed by another Beacon. Of to the side can be seen some smaller space stations, none as large as those on the Sol System. 

A message appears on one of the screens in the cockpit of the Invictus. It reads [i]'Welcome to Sector DB-291. Please refrain from nearing the coordinates 281.12893.4123. If you are found within a 10.000 kilometer range, you will be detained. Thank you for your cooperation.'[/i] Aidan steers the ship away from the cluster of space stations and the Beacon. "And guess which coordinates we are going to." He types in the coordinates, puts on the automatic pilot and stands up, walking to a lever on the wall. "This lever will turn on our Inquisitorial tracking code. It basically refrains the automatic defenses from shooting us down. I usually keep it off as to not attract to much attention to the Invictus."


(( [sup]*[/sup]Hyperspace Travelling Route))