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Date Posted: 16:13:51 09/08/02 Sun
Author: Sublight Delivery Service - Next decade delivery guranteed!
Subject: Cargo hauling

Deep in the stary void an old sublight Autobot freighter plowed the midnight ocean

of interstellar space. The freighter itself had seen better days, from the the

slightly corroded orbital hull to the flaking paint of the 'Sublight Delivery

Service' fleet markings plastered on the side.

Although the main drive was active and the ship's shields flickered with the

occasional space-debris impact, the bridge was dark except for the lime green glow

of an autopilot monitor.

The lazy drift of the trajectory read-out abruptly changed to the words

'DESTINATION REACHED' in a harsh, flashing white/red strobe. The main engines

moved to standby and the autopilot brought the freighter to a full stop.

Inside the old ship a bulky Autobot cryogen unit began to run through its revival

cycle, jetting steam and the occasional crimping noises of metal rapidy defrosting

from extremely low temperatures.

Before long a hatch opened on the side of the cryogen unit spilling freezing mist

across the bridge. A pair of robotic hands appeared out of the dispersing fog,

followed by arms as the Autobot occupant pulled his way on deck. Ice crystals

crunched from its joints as he began to jog on the spot whilst shadow boxing.

He was halfway through a touchdown shuffle when he realised the view outside the

porthole an empty starfield. Rubbing the last remaining fragments of ice and

watervapour from his optics the Autobot sauntered over to the primary pilot seat

and cursed as he pulled up a readout of his current position.

"Can't even count on SDS to even map a course," he grumbled.

He checked the status of his cargo, then set a course for his delivery address.

The freighter's main engines fired up once more and the SDS* MJ Ganymede set a

course for Starbase Rugby.

* SDS - Sublight Delivery Service

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