“We jumped too close to them!” the helmsman said. “Now we’re right on their tail, but moving in the same hyperspace envelope with little room to maneuver!”
“Can you bring us alongside their ship?”
“I could land us on the dammed thing! But without weapons in hyperspace—”
“Do it!” the captain ordered.
“Sir?”
“Dock us to their airlock,” he said, pointing to the viewscreen with his antique cutlass. “And prepare for a boarding action!”
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Lol. I’m sensing. Sailing theme here recently.
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Aye, cap’in. ;-)
I’m the son of a lobsterman that grew up on the seacoast, whaddya expect? ;-)
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