[center] [h1]DOCKING PHASE [/h1] [hider=Music] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FShc3zcLBw[/youtube][/hider] The vast horizion of ships stare blankly at the crew from all directions, a vague indescriminate pale light reflects nothing in the vizors and hulls of the audience as the name of their decision echoes down into the infinite of scrap before them. A slow whirling crunches tension under it in a loud, grinding activity of metal tendons hidden away that thrust the platform forward then stops with a sudden force. Then meekly it starts again moving gently across and over the scalps of the many stored ships. A electronic voice fizzes out. [b] "CONFIRMED: MOVING D.P.U TO DESIGNATION 355 OUT OF 2509"[/b] In a neutral, nearly screeching chord of a voice so loud it's akin to shoving a dirty microphone in your ear. As the platform moved across two barely visible rail lines the light lost it's sickly, equally dispersed effect on the ships, just for a minute you could swear a ray of relfection followed you all down after hearing the designation akin to akwardly examining eyes. You pass through many ships, some forces the platform rises up to that of a small building to pass over while their empty maw of their massive cannons yawn at you and others were so small that anything short of a child would have to crunch themselves up to sit in. A series of beeps blurted out as it got closer, followed by that same voice estimating the remaining minutes to arrival. It took 20. [b]"DESIGNATION ARRIVAL IN 3"[/b] A vast military ship tries poorly to blend in, a sleek set of wings sprayed out like a proud eagle as its long, spear-like gun reaches far overhead of another ship. The Platform passes it like shrubbery. [b]"2"[/b] Another heavy, robust brick of a ship that was a mock re-imaginating of a truck from earth grinned at you with it's grill front. You see a massive array of cargo space and the vague light of little pleasures through the window. A coffee machine and a vertiable small army of little animal figurines wave you off with a smile, not moving as you go on. [b]"1"[/b] So many ships were lined together on your approach. Was it the sleek looking ex-race ship, you could still see the slick numbers of 11 painted but worn out on it's back. It's thrusters were big and imposing, bigger than its own hull. No. You pass it, it must be the ship next to it, a yacht of luxury. Still fresh white, lacking any weapons but you could see the jacuzzi glowing slightly inside. Then it appeared, rising up from between the two. [hider=Lucy] [img]https://i.imgur.com/IUTXO5v.jpg[/img] It didn't take a degree for you to recognize what exactly Lucy was. A class S+ versatile light ship developed by the Orchinko corperation on Earth, known as the Star Seer. You also know that this make is roughly around 500 years old and one of the first ever ships to become commercially open to the average citizen. It's a relic. The melancholic blue was scratched off from years of hull exposure and dents bruised its blocky hull all about. You couldn't tell where the armor started and the machine began, the parts seemed to just meld into each other in a vague mash up of abstract shape based art. As the platform slowly lowered you down you saw three duck-shaped metal feet keeping it to the floor, you swear you could see it tremble and you just hope that was the plat form vibrating approach doing that and not the ship itself. A mirror copy of the ballistic anti-hazard cannon sat below its gut. You start to suspect that maybe the last owner who vouched for it's quality was a tad....little bit...perhaps just slightly...affected by a personal sentimental value for her. "Best in it's feild" obviously didn't include the date in that assessment. [img]https://i.imgur.com/R5IutYx.jpg[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/YiJvQR1.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=tags] [@Voltus_Ventus][@Bazmund][@Starlance][@datadogie][@officaz][@MythicGaming][@Eyelid][@Sylvan] [/hider] [/center]