Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip, that started from this Nippon port aboard this tiny ship. The mate was a mighty sword-slinger, the skipper tall and pale, five passengers set out that day on a three-hour sail, a three-hour sail. The weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed, if not for the courage of the fearless crew, the Noonza would be lost, the Noonza would be lost. They hit the ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle, with Gourrigan, the Red Priest too, the chimera man and his leech, the sorceress, the Trickster and Firia...here on Gourrigan's Isle!

Onboard the Ghost Wolf, Wild's WarShip.

Nav Officer: NavCourse plotted, sir.

Drive Control Officer: K-F Drive Online.

ComsOfficer: All ships report ready to jump, sir.

Jordan Ward: I still don't think this is a good idea.

Wild: I do not give a surat's rear-end, Jordan. Drive Control, engage the K-F Drive and sound the horn.

Three raucious honks sound throughout the ship

Drive Control: We are ready to jump, sir.

Wild: Aye, Jump.

The ship phases out of existence as the Kearny-Fuchida drive releases enormous amounts of energy, tearing a hole in space-time and flinging the 2-million ton WarShip through. The ship suddenly bursts into existence at a Pirate Jump Point 5 hours distant from Terra.

Wild: All commands - REPORT!

Nav Officer: On course, sir. All Navigation systems are go.

Drive Control: Drive Controls operational and ready-to-go.

Sensor Ops: Sensors report one other ship, stationed at the Nadir, sir. She registers as the Parrallax, sir.

Wild: Aye. Sounds like we have made it.

Jordan: Sir, I still do not like this gross misuse of ou...

Wild: Can it, Jordan. I have my plans. AirBoss, prepare the Brittannia, Shimmering Mist, and Falcon's Bane for immediate un-docking.

AirBoss: Aye. Ships report manned and ready.

Wild: Good. Release the Falcon's Bane and Shimmering Mist. Let the Brittannia know that I am on my way.

Jordan: Sir...I do not approve.

Wild: I do not care, Jordan. I am going to help out my friend Weirdo. I fear even he cannot stand against the powers of Anjin and Hoowee.

Wild brandishes his staff.

Wild: I should think, though, that two WarShips, an Assault DropShip, two Galaxies of Front-Line Clan OmniMechs, and two Knight's of Zug should be able to handle them, though.

Wild smiles grimly and heads down the corridor to the Brittannia.

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I'm getting in on it too.