You run to the launch-deck and hide behind some crates. Then you spot an empty ship of the Fast Attack and Recognisance Troops, also known as the FARTs. Perfect. Jumping in, you start the engine and slip away into space.
“Computer, take me to the dark marshes of Doomsdunder”, you ask, having forgotten the interface protocols you just studied.
“The what…”, the computer asks.
“The dark marshes of Doomsdunder...Doomsdunder...”
“Yeah”, the computer starts, “I don’t think you’re authorized to fly this ship, so I’m gonna head on over back to the mother-ship.”
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