"The armor aboard the Nebraska-class is capable of withstanding projectile impacts, energy weapons, and any variety of attacks with ease. And unlike the homogeneous armor of Meridian Enterprises space craft, the hull armor of the Nebraska-class combines several different materials, layers, and diffusion mechanisms to create the ultimate hull plating!" the expeditionary explorer cried, drooling over the blue-prints and materials of the famous ship over the neon blue screen.
"That is pretty cool..." REd replied, polishing the onyx colored gun beneath the fuchisa silk cloth. They small frigate with about 4 travelers, Red, and his life-long friend, Tiki. Together they soared through the great voids of space, encountering many large things, and exploring. One day they hoped to find what they were looking for, each searching for something in-particular. Red's history was something special, something that only those extremely close to him knew about. Even now beads of sweat ran down the side of his face, remembering the days of his childhood.
"When are we going to reach the Crimson Planet..." Red would blurt out, as the man searched the screen. His fingers darted at the keyboard furiously, as if he was typing random letters and numbers. However this was all part of the ships quantam coding, that himself and the others on-board followed. A coding only between them.
"3 more hours-"
"Perfect.." Red said, starring out into the star lit void of space.