"No, it's my first time." He replied quietly. The entire trip through hyperspace the man had said hardly anything. Didn't even read a book. Just stared out the window at the shifting blue-black fields.
"Ahh, lucky. It's gorgeous there. The nebula spreads out around it, enveloping the station in shimmering arms of glittering black and orange." The pilot's eyes traveled wistfully back in time to his memory of the station. "And in the centre, Tiikeri station. A silver spire, floating in the middle of the most beautiful cloud of space dust you've ever seen. It's a treat."
"Hm." The passenger commented.
"Inside is pretty garbage, sure. But it's a hell of a sight, your first time."
"Hm."
Silence reigned for a time. The instrument panel lit up, alerting the pilot of the little interstellar shuttle that it was almost time to drop back into normal space. He shifted his weight, and sat up straight.
"Hope you're ready fella. Because here... we..." He reached up and began to pull back on the hyperspace throttle, sliding them back into realspace. "Go!"
The shifting patterns of blue slid back away from their view, and were replaced by a glittering round nebula of orange and black, in the centre of which lay a long, thin silver testament to mankind's domination of space.
"May I present Tiikeri Station..." The pilot spoke regally, gesturing ornately with a wave of his hand, "The Eye of the Tiger." He smiled, and let his eyes drink in the beauty of the scene once more, as though it was the first time he was seeing it.
There was silence from his passenger for some time. At last, he shifted in his chair slightly, and nodded his head.
"Hm."
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