your rocket” added Wyatt. Derek looked down at the sidearm holstered
on him. Martin now changes his disapproving look to Derek, who
notices and refrains from making a potentially stupid decision. The
elevator screen read VEHICLE POOL as they slowed down to a stop.
“We’ll be taking my own personal ship, along with my own personal
guards” commented Martin. The doors opened and suddenly a mass of
spaceships, planetcrawlers and hyperjets littered the view. It was
almost as beautiful as the view outside, certainly less depressing.
Derek stared in awe at the mass number of ships there were, almost
making him forget that he was still in captivity. Suddenly, elevators all
across the vehicle pool opened up and USOC High Elite Soldiers
flooded into the area. Covered in heavy black EVA armoured suits with
white signal lights, they sure looked like formidable foes. “Captain
Seller, I’ll take your squad. Yours too, Captain Igbinedion.” The
respective captains obeyed and took their four man teams to the
executive ship. “You like it? She’s called Lullaby, ‘cus the purr of her
engine always puts me to sleep” It was the size of a small house A small,
heavily armoured and jewel covered house. At the ship itself stood four
soldiers who were seemed to intimidate even Wyatt. As the three made
their way to the ship, Martin commentated “these are my
aforementioned personal guards, ‘The Knights of the Cove’ we call
them. Each have specialised skills, like Alexis here who has the fourth
highest confirmed kill count in history, and Jeyne who excels at close-”
“Cut the intros, doc. We don’t want to bore our guy to death before he
even gets a chance to see the end for himself” interrupted Wyatt.
Martin was displeased, but Wyatt was right. A pointless routine.
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