[center] [h1]Docking Phase [/h1] The man was made of clay, everything he did was furnished in a hallow fakeness that could give a robot a run for its money. His near perfect face had a default smile resembling a ken doll and his eyebrows rarely ever made any motions, he never looked at any of you more than he skirted you all in a brief scan, the same kind of glance that your brain makes when aknowledging a rock to step over in your stride. Stride he did, he lazily coiled his wrist towards himself as he started to walk away, ordering them to follow. [i]"You read your work contracts. If you didn't read your work contracts then..."[/i] He took a deep breath and continued [i]"I'm surprised to see you here..."[/i] He started again, he didn't sound surprised at all, if anything you were regarded with the same control and smooth voice of someone finding a new paper clip [i]"When I read your file I didn't suspect it was the actual..."coffee guy".."[/i] He remarked without looking back at them, each step strayed further away from the glowing oasis that was the station, each step mixed the aroma of food with the tangy taste of metal and ambigous mechanical fluids. As you carried on a gallery of gutted ships, scurrying, untidentiafable machines and various uniformed engineers under the gazes of bulky security guards passed you by. All of it at a distance away that it made it all look like carcases were being swarmed by an mettalic parody of ants. You could hear the chattering and grinding hitting you through echoes despite the clear couple of hundred metres of distance in both height and length. [i]"But...that's the job...you meet interesting people all the time as Dock Administrator..."[/i] He dreamily voiced, his fake veneer thrown off at the mention of his own title as pride obviously stepped in. He stepped through a door threatening them all with an abyss, a total darkness that was only broken up by weak, timid lights that spat out a white hue more akin to sickly pale skin. [i]"Here we are..."[/i] He said matter of factly as he approached a large terminal that sat before the void. A large cubic block of creamy, grit covered plastic that was dyed in that dirty layer of time. ---------------------------------------------------------- [img]http://pre05.deviantart.net/8703/th/pre/i/2014/114/0/c/science_fiction_shipyard_by_gliulian-d7fvhzq.jpg[/img] ---------------------------------------------------------- [i]"Party Patrons...your ship" [/i] The terminal made a strange fizzling of photons panicking to reach into place, shimmering together into a green display of text that railed down a long league of names and images that were passing too fast to comprehend, for a split second you notice several vague similarities in the montage of mushy human flashes before it landed squarely on the a single phrase "Zelta Crew" and the fans inside started to scream at each other. Lights flickered on one by one into the abyss before you, ship after ship sitting under the pale lights from every age, make and design. All of them peering towards you in a uniform display of lifeless neutrality, no sparkle or gleam, no preference all ranging from mountains of metal to small pods of cramped strap together devices. You looked at the screen as it sprang a series of jargon processing commands before it finally rested on "ZELTA 01 ship Designation" Then a folder popped out of its stomach. ---------------------------------------------------------- [hider=music][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wY99AikAH_M[/youtube] [/hider] [hider=folder] [color=antiquewhite] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Ship Name: [/b]Picard [b]Ship Purpose:[/b] Party Patron custom machine, designed as a lesiure cruiser. [b] Malcom Waises Comment:[/b] It's a great ship, that took me to many distant worlds and adventures. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Ship Name:[/b] Void Treader [b]Ship Purpose:[/b] Trading vessel. [b]Daniel Dreins Comment:[/b] What do you mean you're taking my ship!? Over my fucking corpse, I can pay the fine! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Ship Name: [/b] Angel Dust [b]Ship Purpose: [/b] Defunct Party prototype ship. [b]Ray Melein's Comment:[/b] Defunct for a reason. Take it, see if I give a shit. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Ship Name:[/b] Red Room [b]Ship Purpose:[/b] Resource Reaquisition [b]Harry Hun Comment:[/b] Whoever picks my ship, trust me, I'm coming for you. It's MY ship, I'm getting it back one way or another. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Ship Name: [/b]Lucy [b] Ship Purpose:[/b] Versatile light ship. [b]Melorns Comment:[/b] Great ship, you can't beat it. It's the best in its feild. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Ship Name:[/b] The Slimey Soup Server [b]Ship Purpose:[/b] Storage, Food Service, Bed and Breakfeast. [b]Gregory's Hein's Comment: [/b] Tough Times for Old Greg it seems. It has beds and a kitchen, that's always what I needed for. Don't know how it will be useful to anyone else. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Ship Name:[/b] Harpoon [b]Ship Purpose:[/b] Light Skirmisher. [b]Rein's Comment:[/b] I'm settling down. I don't need it anymore. It killed any enemies I stood up against, so it's good in the right hands, I suppose. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/color] [/hider] [i]"Speaking of meeting new and interesting people..."[/i] The administrator continued as he took out a chunky chip riddled with an inmuttable and dizzing amount of circuitry and placed it inside of a hole on the other end of docking terminal. [i]"Meet your A.I...cake...she should probably be here to help you lot choose from the list of open ships. When you guys are done just tell Cake your choice and she'll activate the start up protocool, then you guys should take her chip out and plug her into the server room on your new ship. If you drop her, I'm not giving you a replacement[/i]" He added the last part drly. A click fizzled out and instantly the terminal screen went black, turning to total darkness as the mind within started to drift out of sleep. 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