An enforcer calls

<OOC - I'm posting this for a friend, you'll find out who by reading it in full!>

A spherical robotic probe dropped out from the underside of a sleek, crimson red spacecraft.

It bleeped into life as it descended and thrustered it’s way happily over to the giant, blue-coloured space doors that loomed above it. It slowed to a stop as it neared the hangar bay doors and a robotic arm unfolded from within it’s body casing and began tinkering with the doors. A few sparks flew from the rusted metal hull and after a few seconds the doors hissed as the hangar bay inside decompressed and the doors heaved open with a loud groaning noise. The probe returned to it’s snug docking port beneath the spacecraft and the thrusters on the ship fired, taking it in to the shuttle bay.

The ship was small, only a one-man craft. From it’s nosecone two wings, one on each side, which then split into two wings each, and on the tip of each a pontoon was mounted. The nose itself widened out toward the main fuselage of the ship, long from a narrow tip to a wider body, within which the crescent shapedcockpit glass, a deep black colour sat. More pontoon wings sat at the rear of the fuselage, larger than the front set, and behind them, large engines poked out from the sleek hull of the ship. The ship resembled a futuristic formula one car, but with no visible hull markings.

Three spindly landing legs emerged from the hull, seemingly warping out of the hull plating itself, rather than appearing as separate pieces lowering from within.
It touched down gently on the landing pad, and the cockpit hissed open. It’s pilot clambered out, dressed from head to toe in a skin-tight black suit, and a visor which masked the entirety his or her face and formed a perfect seal from the environment. On the suits left breast bore a logo, above which were the initials S.T.C.P and beneath the word “Enforcer”. On the pilots right shoulder were gold rank pips.

The pilot looked around. The flight deck had seen better days, sparks flew from power relays than hung loose from walls and ceilings. Starbugs, Space Eagles and Blue Midgets sat at skewed angles across the deck, many appearing to have been cannibalised for parts. Some rusted beyond salvage, and a handful which looked like they might actually fly again.

The thing that the pilot noticed most of all was the lack of activity. “Computer, where is everyone” he asked, his voice clearly male, though slightly muffled inside the visor.
“Human life signs detected in the Stasis vault” came a computerised voice from a device on the pilots wrist.
“That’s a long way from here..” a noise came from the corner of the room, the pilot realised he wasn’t alone.
“Any other human’s found?”
“Negative, although I won’t say that I haven’t detected other lifeforms”
“Got it…lock on to the human’s and ‘port me there.”
“The stasis field is still being generated, I won’t be able to get you inside the room, we cannot penetrate a stasis field”
The pilot accepted, and instantly shimmered out of existence.

The pilot found himself at a sealed internal door. He looked around, this was the stasis vault alright.
A new device warped into existence in the pilots hands, which slipped in between the two doors and widened, prising them apart.

“I Say!” Seymour Niples exclaimed, on the other side of the doors. “Someones trying to get in! Do something!”
Several people aimed whatever weapons they had at the door as the doors slid aside. The pilot stepped in, and caught sight of the armed crew.
“Woah! No need for the guns, guys….” He said raising one hand.
“I just wanna know one thing….” He reached up as he said this and peeled back the visor, revealing his face.
“What the smeg’s happened to my ship?” asked Jay Chrysler.

<So yeah….I’m back! *group hug!* (I’ll be uploading my profile and posting under my own name soon enough, but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise!) I may not be a frequent poster, but I missed this place too much to stay away for good! - Andy>