Phalan turned to a computer and typed in a few things. A robot that resembled a trunk of some sort rolled up and opened., "We can give you 20% now, the other 80% to your account, and a bonus 5% at the end of the mission."
White's eye's narrowed slightly, "Tried, Meiou, you tried to kill me, and obviously failed," the hologram's voice was cold, "No I do not hate you for attempting to murder me...." he was cut short by Phalan.
(moving along)
"Well, now that we've settled that, come this way," the robot arms lifted them into the ceiling, for a moment the rushed through darkness, stopped, and decended into a lit room. The room was huge, and large peices of machinery were being operated throughout the area. But in the center of the room, highlighted by several spotlights, floated a large, silver spaceship. It was the size of a football stadium, and sleekly designed as well. It's design was not unlike the space shuttles of the 21st century, looking somewhat like an plane. It's wings were rounded like two large half disks, and it's dorsal fin was shaped much the same way. It's engine cluster consisted of four massive rockets, coupled with a dozen smaller manuvering thrusters. It seemed to made of one huge peice of metal, as not seams or rivets could be seen.
"This, is the Polaris," Mr. White said, as the chairs decended to a catwalk that lead to the ship's loading bay, "A Surian class VI starship. Capable of great speads at sublight, and can travel up to thirty times faster than the speed of light. It is fully equipped to almost any purpose, from exploration vessel, to battle cruiser. Medical facilites are state of the art, living quaters are the best in the industry and it posess a computer system to rival even my CPU." The chairs stopped at the air lock and Phalan stepped down into the ship, indicating to the others to do the same.
"Computer," Phalan said, "Load interface program."
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