originally posted in:The New Dojo
While the docking port of the station fit within the port of the ship, the actual shape and system used by the two were alien to each other. The station could be accessed, but it ran the risk of decompression of the area.
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Inside, a man in a strange grey armour, like fish scales, turned to the cockpit of the ship. "Cravis, seal the cockpit." "Okay." The docking ramp opened and the atmosphere rushed out, the man staying on the ship with magnetised boots before casually walking into the port.