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Friday, December 30, 2011

F3 The Plans

     Marc Flynn twisted the ring around his right thumb. In a world where quantum crystals and tesseract wafers were the norm for storing data, Marc secured his information with obsolete technology. Unfortunately, finding the right tech to retrieve that data proved to be more and more difficult. Finally, though, he found what he needed.
     Kelsy's black ponytail bobbed as the two waited for the airlock to cycle. Once finished, the two of them stepped through, and reboarded Calypso. The old ship felt comfortable, like home. I put enough of myself into her. Still, the old salvage vessel was nothing like his old home.
     "How long until you get the drive working?" Marc asked his engineer once they got to the bridge.
     "She's modular, Flynn. I just need to grab a power lead and plug her in, so right about . . . now."
     The old drive's lights flicked to life, waiting to receive the data. Marc twisted off his ring and set it on the hub. He closed the cover. Electron pulse lasers read the data on the ring as Marc turned on the holos on the projector table. Ship's blueprints appeared in layers from deck to her bottom in rapid succession. From the design alone she screamed Alliance.
     "What's this, Cap?"
     "Our next job. We're going to steal her."

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