The Upright Man
Section Zero - Classified

A lone YT-2400 glided through space at a cruising speed of 350km/h. It was an old starship. Some less-than-polite fellows would whisper a joke to one another at a bar once in a blue moon, saying "The only thing holding that ship together is hope". Maybe they were right. Even at this speed, the ship shuddered, trembled and groaned. Paint had slowly over the years peeled off the ship, and various laser burns had scarred the vessel. It had clearly been around for some time, and this was not the first owner of this girl, but maybe he would be the last. It was on the outer fringes of the Dagu System, skirting just out of sight of military patrol ships.
Lukce sat in the small main room he had fashioned into a makeshift cafeteria. It was nothing to brag about. In the centre of the room was a single table with three chairs. To the far left corner were a bench, sink and basic cooking machines. A cupboard sat all the utensils, plates and bowls. It was deathly quite but for the dying moan of his ship, and the rattling of fine china against each other. The table wobbled as the ship shook as it always did. It took a while to get used too. He sat in his ALS-XI power armour, without the helmet. His bleached blonde hair cropped tight against his scalp. His blue eyes analysing the data pad on the table.
Suddenly the article he was reading vanished from the screen. He frowned. The data pad flashed a warning across the screen as an alarm blared. The data pad was connected to the ships internal systems and thus whatever warnings the command console sent, the data pad received. WARNING: UNKNOWN SHIP ON APPROACH VECTOR. Well, this was certainly something. He stood himself up, hands throwing the helmet over his head. He marched across the deck of the ship, body swaying as the vessel rocked with it's deathly throes. Alone in space, in a tight and small ship. It was sometimes haunting. Especially when someone was after you. He sat himself down into the leather throne, gloved fingers jotting at buttons and thumb flicking switches. Shields Online. Weapons Online. Hyperdrive Preparing for Launch. His right hand clasped the acceleration lever, slowly pushing it forward. The ship moaned aloud, trembling as though an earthquake had just hit. Speed increased to maximum 800km/h.
Suddenly the YT-2400 that had been gliding through space, shot forward like a bullet at alarming speed. Proving that the old beast wasn't ready to give up just yet.
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