It had been many months since Seth was detained and mind wiped once more for transport to the citadel and his pilot training. But during the transport, his convoy was attacked by an unknown group. Seth was sedated, and later sold to TRIM. He now layed in cold sleep onboard the trasport ship Prometheus.
"Control, this is the Promethues" the pilot called on the radio. "Requesting permision to dock to airlock 2" The pilot waited with impatience. Taping his fingers against his helmet as he leaned back in his chair awaiting a reply. "Prometheus, this is control, you are cleared to dock at airlock 2"
the pilot exclaimed "Finally". He manuevered the docking transport carefully into place and flipped the swich to seal the airlocks. He waited for the light to turn green signalling the docking was secure before getting up and climbing down a ladder to the cargo compartment. The pilot opend up the airlock with a hiss and started to push a hovercart carrying a stasis tube. Frost was visible on the glass looking inside.
Pushing the cart into the loading docks of the station the pilot stopped to wait for the one he was delivering the package to. In the meantime he picked up a clipboard to examine the info on this guy. The pilot reached up to take a smoke from behind his ear and light it. He took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke into the air.
