11-05-2015, 11:54 PM
(11-05-2015, 09:03 PM)Comito Wrote:*the radio suddenly is flooded with garbled chatter emitting from the shredded ship in deep orbit*(11-05-2015, 08:51 PM)Umbra Wrote: A bit afterward, a bored voice responds.
"Permission granted."
Undeterred by the dull response, the Avali responders cheerily. "Roger that! Coming in hot."
He increases his ship's throttle and its engines purr as he flies toward the station.
As he approaches, he launches a small drone from the underside of his ship that zooms ahead toward the planet to gather data about it.