Hate to tell the dork who started this string, but the ship doesn't matter.
The pilot is what matters, some of us could whip your ass around the Crescent with our noses on the keyboards. We are the ones who take out the Dreadnought with Shuttles and Kraits just to see if we can, we are the ones who try to beat the game in Cargo Transporters, we can eat you alive no matter what ship your in.
------------------
One cannot walk down an avenue, converse with a friend, enter a building, browse beneath the sandstone arches of old towns without meeting with an instrument of time.
Time is visible in all places.
Clock towers, wristwatches, church bells divide years into months, months into days, days into hours, hours into seconds, each increment of time marching after the other in perfect succession. And beyond any particular clock, a vast scaffold of time, stretching across the universe, lays down the law of time equally for all.
In this world, a second is a second is a second.
Time moves forward with unwavering regularity.
Time is an infinite ruler.
Time is absolute.
