Dropped out of hyperspace again, feels like a tractor beam has us. No sounds of panic or conflict from the crew (as if I'd know) so I guess this is part of the plan...
I heard and felt the docking clamps, and now there are different voices. Sounds of armor and steps in unison. Four black clad troopers, two with weapons and two holding a pole with one of those reptiles. Guess it's time to leave my current hosts.
The armor gives it away, I've seen those emblems before. This is Blackholes ship.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
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