Panacea nodded, fingers flying across the console. "Zantelle Control, this is Freelancer Frigate Sagittarius requesting clearance for departure."<br/><br/>"Roger that, Sagittarius, good hunting. Trasmitting vectors now, maintain. .0002 sublight within 10 kilometers of the station. No smaller traffic is out, departure vector is at your own discretion." Panacea allowed the message to be played in the cockpit so that Lyra would hear.<br/><br/>There was a shudder as the station uncoupled the life support hoses and other umbilicals that was giving fuel and power to the ship. The giant clamps holding the ship in dock released as force fields were powered down and docking bay doors were opened, leaving the Sagittarius free to fly.