Crazy propellers for the delivery. ☭

Sathamarid had been nervous when he'd bought his new ship. The price had been too good, even factoring in the two weeks it would take for it to be made and delivered. He had been training for weeks, and had bought the largest implants he could find to speed up the process.

Now, the day had finally come. He had taken the ship, terrified that he would be caught on route, to the place he had prepared for it. He lit the candles, and opened the box, beholding a lovingly handcrafted 7 inch model of an Absolution. He kissed it once, tenderly, on the bridge, then smeared it with Vaseline and leaned back onto his bed, relaxing his body. Spreading his legs, and opening himself he sighed and whispered softly "The gate is green."