Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160120005043/@comment-5543592-20160122161910

The hanger door screetched open, alarms warning people to clear the deck. Yusef flicked a few switches and, with a roar, the rocket shot out into space.

The Sea zipped away below, and the Delta IX moved out among the stars. It took a good half hour of travel before the Quetzel showed up in the viewing screen. The massive, white battleship stood out among the blackness of space, it's energy furing only at a low burn.

Yusef radioed it.

"This is Kronos VII requesting permission to dock."

"Roger, Kronos.  Proceed to forward docking bay."