<strong>Name:</strong>21<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>21 looked offended at the order. Taking the ship out... slowly? With those military grade engines? And red paint-job? That seemed way too unflamboyant and self-depreciating...<br/><br/>But, those were the orders.<em>"Aye-aye, cap'n. Slow and easy." </em>With a sigh, she grabbed the phallic joysticks and worked the multidimensional control mechanisms, eschewing the automatic systems. The AI's hid its annoyance at this well.<br/><br/>There was a slight shudder as the ship released locks and slid backwards from Friendship 2. Docking ports and other traffic on both sides of the refitted, partly red pirate ship move past at a slow pace... 21 made the Fuzz rotate on all three axes without warning, scaring the crap out of several close-by ships that weren't expecting such a movement in a cramped spaceway. But the pirate ship didn't stray an inch from its assigned corridor, and once the nose was pointed in the right direction she was stable again. Its military grade engines purred like a dozen well-fed kittens.<br/><br/>It took just over a dozen seconds to pass the cargo-handlers, armor-washers, fast-food-joints ("Luigi's pizza - grab a bite before the Magic Zone!") and various ships waiting for a free docking spot.<br/><br/><em>"Melfina has a course for us, cap'n. Intercept course for the Transwarp Queen plotted. We're clear of the Friendship 2. Shall I kick her into high gear, or do we putter along like a fat garbage scow?"</em>