As the shuttle leaves orbit the Coldlight can be seen for the first time.
The imposing ship looms over the Earth, and as the shuttle docks, a message filters over the comms. GP Captain Miras Thane’s amused voice is the one speaking.
“GP Coldlight unit acknowledges Jinzi Pantaloon in possession of this ship for the time being. The Galaxy Police wish you good hunting, Pants. My crew and I will teleport down to Earth and help watch over it while you and yours are gone. Try not to scratch the paint too much, and you owe me a souvenir.”
Jinzi chuckles as the shuttle docks and they are now the crew of the Coldlight.
The halls, shiny and new, is all well lite and impressively made. Jinzi leads the way to the most advanced cockpit the GP ever laid down, whistling at the design.
“Sexy, sleak, most impressive. Held, let’s get this thing going.”