WfR172: KPD-3 Returned

Amara got a good look at the vessel on approach in an atmosphere shuttle. The ship was refreshing its air and recharging from an aurora effect in the upper atmosphere. She recognized it as a Ketuun Pocket Dreadnaught, a design issued for testing that never went into further production. It hadn't been lost under her command, that was for sure. It was at least a decade old.

It was in pristine condition, however. The hull had the patina of a vessel in deep space storage, but once off the shuttle, she could feel it pull steeply out of the atmosphere like a sprightly new craft. Kaley greeted her in the main corridor with a hug.

"Fonz is with me. I pretty much made him captain," Kaley said. "This is KPD-3, never named, captured on her maiden voyage."

"What? Shooting rocks?" Amara laughed.

"Exactly that." Kaley nodded. "Skorosh says term 1 is designated practice areas. That's why they took her in the first place."