Drakador_Chaos
/INCOMING TRANSMISSION/
Wait, wait, wait! I, uh, I, I, (come on Hawken, think!), I, I really like those ears you got there. Um...what is your species? You guys look like cats, no offense. Well hey, maybe we could have a buddy-to-buddy chat, and we could hang out. Yeah. Hey, how about this: How about you stop the FTL jump real quick, and we could meet, how about in the shopping center in the Stinger III (the ship Hawken is on)?
/END OF TRANSMISSION/
Hawken quickly contacts Silverwind.
Hawken: Silver, you need to hurry! I don't think I can hold this up much longer!
Silverwind: Yeah, I can see that too. You too Hawk - we need that jamming field and those Star Trek episodes, pronto!
Hawken: I know, I know! I'll go and find the episodes. Where is it again?
SIlverwind: Oh...about that.
Hawken: What? What's wrong?
Silverwind: It's in the rear observatory.
Hawken: What! That'll take to long! (The Stinger III is over 3 miles long)
Silverwind: Well, we have no time! Hurry! We are counting on you!
Hawken: Alright, alright! Bob, you're in charge! I'll be back soon!
Hawken boards a small transport train in that takes crew around the ship, sorta like a subway system. Reserve Officer (RO) Bob Fiddlesticks is a good friend of Commander Hawken and Jamoke D. Sanderson. He's a little anxious, and this just made him more anxious.
Fiddlesticks: Um, y-ye-yes s-sir! Oh geez, what did I get myself into now...