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The Midas is a short-range ship: bulky, heavy-browed, dingy outside and in. It sacrifices fuel efficiency for the power to haul lots of cargo through atmo and space alike; it'd run out of fuel before it got too far into the black, but it's plenty for short runs between Aberdeen and its surrounding moons. There are a few guns on the outside -- not factory-standard, but everybody needs a few mods, right? -- but nobody's manning them right now. The Midas is sailing through the black, towards St. Albans, running quiet on the edge of the standard shipping routes.
There's no need for anyone to man the guns, and most of the small crew is engaged in bickering amicably. They've got new supplies of food and ammo to bring back to base, and there's no need for worry out here. No one could possibly ambush them without plenty of warning from the ship's sensors.
Well -- no one constrained by the usual laws of physics, anyway.
(Being an interdimensional teleporter with access to Milliways does come in handy at times.)
There's no need for anyone to man the guns, and most of the small crew is engaged in bickering amicably. They've got new supplies of food and ammo to bring back to base, and there's no need for worry out here. No one could possibly ambush them without plenty of warning from the ship's sensors.
Well -- no one constrained by the usual laws of physics, anyway.
(Being an interdimensional teleporter with access to Milliways does come in handy at times.)