The Dystopian understood Cpt.Djangos arguments and with a sigh he said, that if there was no other way, they would have to reactivate the H.M.S Hellhound. Wondering what the Dystopian ment, Cpt.Dj followed him deeper into the tower. As the Dystopian lead him through a door on a large Balcony, Cpt.Dj gasped for air. The sight was breathtaking. Cpt. Dj had heard of such ships, old storys and tales told in long drunk nights in the Bars of countless spaceports. This must be the last of its kind, at least a thousand years old, a "Master Blaster " class Battlecruiser banned by Galactic law long before Cpt.Dj was born , because of the their power to blast away Solar Systems. Almost 1000m long and equipped with the largest Antimatter rail artillery Cpt.Dj had ever seen it lay there majestically held in place by huge forcefields. It still wore the insignia of the "Battledogs", the meanest Dystopian Division, that had terrorized the Universe eons ago before the Dystopians decided to become a race of merchants. With the H.M.S. Hellhound under his command,nothing would stop him. General Skullpecker would have to meet his destiny. Enjoy Dj