I awoke and found myself not in the same suit I was in. The smell of rust and glue flooded my sense. I looked at my hand, and I realized I had respawned. The captain found himself stumbling to his feet. He looked around in horror, he realized he was in the cargobay, something must have malfunctioned. He spawned into the body of a minmatar and he was locked in a cage. He looked around in horror, their was dubstep blasting in the back ground. The pink fluffies were loose. He had seen the used corpses of many clones laying around, and pink clone goo splattered all across the ground.

He found his way to a nearby airduct, before any of the wild inhabitants caught sight of him. He turned on the logistical scanning detective mode. He had a blue print lay out of the MCC. He made his way through the airducts back to the captains chair. He smelled a distinct odor. Vodka, cheap vodka. There it was, a drunk RDV pilot.
Captain Lannister picked up the nova knife that laid next to the Vk.1 corpse. He turned it on, the light glow of the blade appeared. He walked up to the pilot and slit his throat while screaming GÇ£THATGÇÖS FOR ALL THE LAVSGÇ¥ The same moment he did that, it caused the drunk pilot to jerk the controls.

*MCC DID A BARREL ROLL!*