"Flying is the right word, because we're going to be soaring in the air, but yes! It's not like driving a car or that train ride we were on during a mission. It's much more fun, I promise. Especially if you like going fast."
Somewhat more dangerous too, but Peter is confident that everything will go well. He's pretty sure they can't kill themselves in a simulation room.
"I was made to be bold, is that a surprise?" Peter chuckles and pats Aleksander's shoulder amicably. He can tell that Aleksander is at least intrigued by the idea, and that alone is keeping a smile plastered on Peter's face. "I'll give you a quick lesson on spaceship driving. Fear now."
As they walk, some aliens give them looks, or sellers in mobile stalls offer them food, spare parts for different ships, or invite them to come in and see their establishment. It's bars and casinos more often than not, but there are a few of the more 'close and personal and without clothes' variety. The simulation room is very good at replicating a setting when given enough parameters, and Peter spared no detail.
Eventually, they move towards the hangar proper, where there are no stalls or clubs, and fewer people who are more focused on their task: be it docking ships, unloading cargo, or taking flight.Â
 "That one..." Peter points to the silver and orange ship by their left a few feet away. It looks huge even from a distance. "...It's my girl. The Benatar."
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spacedisaster) wrote2022-10-01 01:36 pm
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"Flying is the right word, because we're going to be soaring in the air, but yes! It's not like driving a car or that train ride we were on during a mission. It's much more fun, I promise. Especially if you like going fast."
Somewhat more dangerous too, but Peter is confident that everything will go well. He's pretty sure they can't kill themselves in a simulation room.
"I was made to be bold, is that a surprise?" Peter chuckles and pats Aleksander's shoulder amicably. He can tell that Aleksander is at least intrigued by the idea, and that alone is keeping a smile plastered on Peter's face. "I'll give you a quick lesson on spaceship driving. Fear now."
As they walk, some aliens give them looks, or sellers in mobile stalls offer them food, spare parts for different ships, or invite them to come in and see their establishment. It's bars and casinos more often than not, but there are a few of the more 'close and personal and without clothes' variety. The simulation room is very good at replicating a setting when given enough parameters, and Peter spared no detail.
Eventually, they move towards the hangar proper, where there are no stalls or clubs, and fewer people who are more focused on their task: be it docking ships, unloading cargo, or taking flight.Â
 "That one..." Peter points to the silver and orange ship by their left a few feet away. It looks huge even from a distance. "...It's my girl. The Benatar."