(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/boats_07.jpg)<br/><br/>Rolling his eyes, Fredrico eyed Maria askance. "You're a greedy girl, you know that? There might be celery, Ms. "Ambassador", but you'll have to be on your best behavior - and you might want to ration our supply all the same. We can't exactly go tearing back to Manticore to resupply, and for all we know, this universe doesn't even have celery, or its celery is poisonous, or something. Ask one of the astrophysicists."<br/><br/>The Manticoran heavy cruiser swept in-system, closing on the brightly lit Omega Station. After a short conversation with the station staff, they maneuvered to an appropriate heading, cutting impeller drives the regulation five kilometers out from a zero-zero intercept and coasting in on reaction thrusters to be picked up by a waiting tractor tug. At least, Fredrico thought of it as a tractor tug - its tech was different, something centered on manipulation of mass instead of the gravitics that his world was founded on, but they functioned effectively identically for their purposes. The ship drifted into a parking orbit, and a chime on the bridge sounded indicating that their pinnace was prepped. This Omega Station was not equipped to properly dock a ship half a kilometer long, but they could provide a docking slot for the jumbo-jet sized pinnace.<br/><br/>"Here we go, girl. Game faces on, who knows what we'll run into here."