<div style="text-indent:1em;">Erix received the message from the ship and gave an audible gulp.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I am both honored and worried you consider me such a risk."  Erix said as he set Hull Tap through it&amp;#39;s halt protocols.  The ship had no forward engines, so to stop one had to get creative.  He first set the engine exhaust at 90 degrees to the ship, and gave a short pop of thrust.  As the ship rotated he set the exhaust directly outwards again.  When the ship rotated around so the exhaust faced the exact direction he was moving, he gave a burst of thrust directly equal to his current forward momentum.  Momentum forward met by thrust back, forward movement stopped cold.  This left Hull Tap rotating, but a quick thrust in the opposite direction stopped that too, leaving Erix staring right at the battle cruiser.  It was a very delicate process, but the ship&amp;#39;s computer was happy to help.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Where&amp;#39;s the name?"  Erix wondered, searching for some white text on the hull but only finding guns.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Is that something they don&amp;#39;t do in Con space?  How do they tell the things apart."  Erix studied the weaponry on display, feeling very happy about the upgrade he&amp;#39;d given his ship&amp;#39;s shield.  They were a one of a kind unit, and would probably deflect one, maybe two if the aim was off, of those rail guns.  But to sacrifice, they only worked forward.  This ship was not made for retreat, but Erix rarely found the need.  As he stared the weapons down, he grabbed one of the g-helms off their rack above him.  If the ship decided to blow him up, he wanted to be equipped to hit max speed.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Maybe it&amp;#39;s by the number or size of their guns. &amp;#39;Where is the 32 rails?&amp;#39; &amp;#39;Why its currently replacing the 44 plasmas.&amp;#39;" Erix said, switching to a growling voice when speaking for his made up Wolven.  A thin plasma field appeared around his head as he put the g-helm, and his head took the strangest sensation.  Like it was placed inside a balloon, which was tied to a string that then connected to the stub of his neck.  He continued staring at the battle cruiser, fighting off the inescapable feeling of smallness.</div>