<strong>Name:</strong>Devin Turner (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=159344.msg7348486#msg7348486)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shuttle<em>Gamma</em><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>None<br/><hr/><br/>A while later, there was a sharp crackle over the shuttle's intercom as the pilot spoke again.<br/><br/>"Hi, y'all... sorry fer the delay, but the maint'nance crew says that the ship's dock's still havin' pressure problems, so we're upping our decel factor. Should be about another hour."<br/><br/>Devin would have felt greatly annoyed if he had heard this -- but somehow, miraculously, during the preceding minutes, he had managed to slip into a sort of sleep, despite the throbbing roar that permeated the entire shuttle. Nor did he hear any of the reports that came after it over the course of the next hour:<br/><br/>"Maint crew reports ready. Dockin' in twenty minutes."<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>"Dockin' procedure has begun. We'll have pressure equalized in five minutes."<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>"Congratulations, everyone! Looks like we made it in one piece. So grab your stuff and get goin'! An' don' leave nothing behind, 'cuz you'll never see it again!"<br/><br/>Somehow, Devin had remained in blissful slumber throughout the remaining deceleration and even through the sharp jar of docking. As his crew stirred around him, he still lay strapped back in his seat, his eyes shut tight.