Life of a Dread Pilot
He sits in his command seat leaning back and sipping coffie as his massive ship slowly alligns to a known station. The Sun slowly creeping into view through his window causes the light to glint through the refraction. Dreadnaughts do nothing fast. He smiles. He swings the ship’s camera around to check his brother Dread Pilots. All are doing that same slow dance of alligning in unison. Soon.

“Align Station, Align Station” the FC yells for perhaps the 10th time. The Dread pilot takes another sip of coffie and smiles. He knows that soon the Dread fleet will be unleashing massive damage on the pirate’s tower. He takes time to look over the support fleet which had arrived just prior to the Dread’s arrival on grid. ‘Man its good to see such a great support fleet’ he thinks.

“Siege green, siege green” The FC orders. The Dread pilot reaches across control panel, hits the dancing hula girl for luck and punches the siege button.. More on NephiteTribe.com