Utterly Mad

Mark jolted awake at the pilots announcement over the intercomm and quietly got to his feet. His her was disheveled and he smelt like he hadn't showered in days though that could simply be the smell of smoke wafting in the air. Despite the pilot warning him several times, he would ignore the annoying bastard and smoke anyway since it was the only thing that kept in calm in what was essentially a metal coffin flying through space.

Of course that wasn't the only thing going through his mind right now. With the sudden and tragic death of his father, Mark was left as the sole heir to his father's ship The Iliad. It was a modified Light Cruiser capable of reaching those secrets the galaxy has not yet relinquished. Now it would be his turn to continue the Hansen name of going where no man has gone before and gaining the untold riches just waiting to be picked up.

For now though he lit another doobie and waited for the pilot to hurry the fuck up. Destiny was in his grasp.