The dockyard looms tall as you approach it. The four of you have never spoken before, and these few moments are your first meeting.
A guard, clad in the Neonan national colors of purple and white, leads you past rows and rows of docked subships. Some full-fledged carriers, others comparatively tiny fighters. Most are decked out in the same purple and white combination, though a few are grey or other colors. Holo-posters of the newly-elected Queen-Captain decorate the yard, Dythia II's imperious gaze looking down upon you as you're led through the facility.
After several minutes, the guard finally leads you to a midsized, sky-blue craft at the end of the line.
"This is the former NNF Blue Majestic. She'll be your lancing ship. The first person inside will get automatically keyed-in as captain, she's just come off a full memory reset, everything but tac data and the starmap is totally clean."
The guard turns to you, and cracks a sly smile.
"So who's going in first?"
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"Helloooooooooooooo Captain!" A deep red hologram of a humanoid--not more than a few inches tall--springs from the console. She's dressed in a very sensible naval outfit, complete with a cap. Two butterfly-like wings protrude from her back, but she is otherwise human. She salutes.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
With those words Erica also makes her way within the Blue Majestic.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"Adventure awaits!" he says matter-of-factly before bounding down the ramp
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead