The Timebound roared with power as it zoomed through the atmosphere of a crumbling planet. Despite being built from an old Vanguard cruiser, the dual-cannoned ship was surprisingly speedy and agile. Sister sat at the bridge, hands gone as they deformed into their basic tentacle shapes. Across the several screens, her limbs wiped, controlling the ship’s elements with ease. Her eye blanked into a gawk, and was only concerned with the direction forward. Like the ships of old, she was forced to use a glass screen for forward navigation, but it didn’t bother her much. Vaauban relaxed in the background, leaning in one of the Manual chairs for a quiet night of peace. Lasers beamed past the clunker and small pirate-craft scurried around. The fighters and small cruisers were painted with purple and black, then trimmed with white and spikes - a Gothic theme.
With a hefty yawn and rub of the eyes, Gallagher woke. “So...did we es