[b][i][u]Introduction [/u][/i][/b] [b][i]As the ZX-52 Cruiser sped through slipspace, the passengers on board are pressed against their seats, arranged in 2 rows, each against a wall on the sides. The ship exits slipspace, and in the view of the porthole like Windows, a large ship can be seen. Well, ship isn't really the right word; it's a large, grid like station, with three layers and 5 rows on each one, with a large tube connecting each layer in the centre of the rows; The Hub. As the carrier fast approached the docking bay, the seat belts aboard the ship are unbuckled, allowing the passengers to stand by the back gate, where everyone is expected to exit. The ship slowly drifts in range of the tractor beams of the hangar and is picked up, to be guided to docking bay 7, where civilians bustle past the docks and into storefronts, apartment buildings, cafes, and down the sidewalks. Cars fly down the roads, with police cruisers chasing them all down, drifting around a corner and out of sight. After the chaos, the street traffic resumes, and the back gate of the ship opens, eight police officers on either side of a makeshift walkway to greet the civilians exiting the ship and into the warm air of the city, the darkness of the nights sky contrasting with the neon billboards and lamplights lining the streets. At you get off the ship, a guard greets you, and speaks with a heavy tone to his voice. [/i][/b]"name and age?" ((Open, you're the civilian))