Oct 17, 2017
Dozens of ships sat on the carbosteel floor, awaiting their next mission, their bright white and baby blue markings glistened in the morning sun. The clacking of bullet chains being fed into VTOLs permeated the atmosphere, interrupting the hum of productivity. To his left were stacks of offices, full of the bureaucratic and administrative power necessary to maintain the aeroport and the ships contained within.
The Dark Frontier Project: Volume 1