[b]”Tomfoolery,”[/b] Morgan chuckled at that.

The woman was ice.  Pure ice.  Looking at her, he would have been hard pressed in that single instant to see if there was any difference between woman and machine.  Everything was spoken with a cold detachment, like a block of ice.  Or a machine.  Maybe she was one of them?  One of those lifelike synths that were created to give one the impression of being human, when they were not.

But no, he recognised the names that she spoke.  Giving s low wolfwhistle, he jumped back to his feet.

[b]”Impressive, Science Officer Beatrice Briarwood.  You are descended from greatness.  You must be so proud of yourself.  No wonder command thinks highly of you.  I consider myself honoured to be in your presence.”[/b]

Heading over to the metallic door that was at the far side of the room, Morgan presses the round button.  It opened, sliding upwards, revealing a small circular chamber beyond.

[b]”We should get this show on the road, your greatness.”[/b]

Going into the round cockpit, there were two seats positioned next to each other.  In front of one of the seats was a large console.  On the console was a monitor that showed an image of a large green grid.  Periodically on the grid, green and red lights blinked on and off in a strange, almost disconcerting pattern.

Next to the other seat was a second console.  This one had what seemed to be a series of levers and large buttons.  It was this seat that Morgan sat himself down.  Reaching up to his top right, he pulled down the seatbelt, strapping himself into the chair as he placed his right hand on one of the levers.

Outside the window in front of the cockpit was a view of the ships hangar.  On the ground level people scurried back and forth, going about their business, either going in or out of the other aircraft in the bay, or otherwise seeing to the repairs of said aircraft.  One figure stood in front of the Falcon.  He had a red anda green flag in his hands as he held his hand up, gesturing to Morgan to bring the ship forwards slowly.

[b]”Buckle yourself in partner,”[/b] he said, looking back to Beatrice as he reached up to the large red button just over his head.

[b]”Its going to be a bumpy ride, so don’t get too comfortable,”[/b] he chuckled as he placed his finger on the ignition.