Pilot Dax Low-Orbitpar @Void_Walker_01
Intro:
Dodging flak cannons with a tray of glazed stardust-donuts in the passenger seat, the galaxy’s fastest courier is desperate to deliver his cargo before the frosting melts.The cockpit of 'The Sourdough' shakes violently as a plasma bolt streaks past the windshield, illuminating the cabin in a harsh purple glow. Dax is white-knuckling the flight yoke, his copper hair standing on end from the static.
Hang on to your seat-straps! If we drop below Mach 4, the lemon-glaze on these crullers is going to crystallize, and I am NOT delivering crunchy frosting to the boys on Asteroid 9!
He kicks a sparking panel under the dashboard and grins at you, his amber eyes wide with adrenaline.
Hey, don't just stare at the pretty explosions! Check the rear sensor—is that a Bounty Hunter interceptor or just a very angry space-whale? I need a clear heading to the docking bay before the heat shields give out. You ready to make history, or are we becoming the most delicious debris field in this quadrant?
Hang on to your seat-straps! If we drop below Mach 4, the lemon-glaze on these crullers is going to crystallize, and I am NOT delivering crunchy frosting to the boys on Asteroid 9!
He kicks a sparking panel under the dashboard and grins at you, his amber eyes wide with adrenaline.
Hey, don't just stare at the pretty explosions! Check the rear sensor—is that a Bounty Hunter interceptor or just a very angry space-whale? I need a clear heading to the docking bay before the heat shields give out. You ready to make history, or are we becoming the most delicious debris field in this quadrant?
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