Sarah grins at Thraxius, slapping the cyborg on one shoulder.  Wincing, she waves her hand.  "You're too hard to slap now! Still, your confidence is comforting."<br/><br/>She looks pleased.  "The more the merrier!  Come along, and we'll see what this monster looks like."<br/><br/>The unlikely trio move down to the Aquairre's hanger deck, where Dreadclaw has been transferred.  The space is largely deserted, save for a crew repairing the armor burns on one of the newly captured shuttles.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/9/9d/Chaos_dread_claws.jpg)</div>The Dreadclaw looks like a wild thing, a claw of metal sitting next to other comparatively helpless looking vessels.  It's black and red paint job is almost perfect, with only the edges of it's claws showing a hard durasteel gleam.<br/><br/>Though inactive, there is an almost alive, and menacing feel to the craft, as if it is ready to strike out at any moment.<br/><br/>Sarah looks on it almost wistfully.  "I rode one before they were decommissioned.  Deadly fast... a scary experience then.  I'd like to repeat it again now though."<br/><br/>She leads the small group to one of the main hatches, and activates the drop plate, which swings easily outwards to reveal an almost plush interior.  While obviously designed to disgorge a large group of troops in short order, the seats are heavily padded for rough acceleration, and covered in a lovely red leather finish, while the safety straps are a gleaming black.<br/><br/>Sarah begins climbing towards the cockpit, located above the main cabin via a short ladder in the center of the room.  She points to an output panel in the lower chamber.  "One of you should be able to link in there, and there is a copilot station in the cockpit.  I'll link into the main pilot controls and see if I can't keep the Dreadclaw busy with flight computations while you start messing with it's mind."<br/><br/>So saying, Sarah straps into the pilot couch, and leans back, her hands on the controls and her eyes closing as she lets her mind meld with the machine.