<hr/><strong><em>Bastion</em>, docking with the <em>Citadel</em>.</strong><br/><hr/><br/>As the empty space between the DropShip and JumpShip shrunk down in size, the crew and passengers of the smaller vessel got strapped in and ready for the loss of gravity that ensued as the last deceleration was accomplished through the awesome power of the SL-V250. Having sped through space in speeds that no vessel could achieve outside the cold vacuum of space, the 3600 ton ship with its heavy cargo was brought to a near halt. The last hour of approach was a slow paced puzzle with only two pieces. Problem was that it was put together with delicate use of retrothrusters, close cooperation between the two crews and of course, if you missed, it was good bye for both parties involved. Finally the clamps of the docking collar clasped around the Bastion and Perkins' voice was heard over the comms.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the Citadel, ladies and gentlemen. Home of the Kilroy Old Bones."<br/><br/>The air of the JumpShip was a pleasant surprise for the MechWarriors. It was rather clean, not smelling like a bucket of sweat and crud. It would seem this particular Invader-class retained its filtration units in pristine condition. It also boasted a hydroponic garden dome and an extended grav-deck with numerous recreational facilities, including a bar and restaurant, advanced medical bay and full sized gym. The time before they reached Outreach would be a pure delight compared to the days they had spent in the cramped space of the Bastion.