Max and the rest of his companions struggled their way through the destroyed rock fragments of the unlucky asteroids in the theif's flightpath. Grean was still confused as to why Max was leading him towards the place where the ship had already taken off, until he saw a slight groove in the surface of the pad. He naturally assumed that there was something underneath that groove, and for the umpteenth time he was right. The hatch swung clearly away as if it were on oiled hinges. A gust of frigid mist rolled up, revealing a short cylinder o the floor, which Max picked up.
"This is a radar GUI," he explained. "It actually works out here in space, unlike some radars." He twiddled a knob on the side. "Here, this is how you zoom out and in on different parts of space. It shows a dot for every user in those boundaries. Look here." Max jabbed a finger towards a bright red dot, heading away from their current location on the map. "This is the thief. And apparently, he's heading to Javion." Max strode briskly in the opposite direction, towards the hangar they had just come out of.
There was a sonorous boom as two massive Subspace Tripmines slammed into the landing pad.
"Come on!," Blackrose shouted when she saw the tripmines, protruding from a smoking crater. They increased their pace until it was a sprint, and soon they had arrived at the hangar.
"Let's go to the Charger," Max said. They headed towards a ship the color of rusty metal, and the size of an average Robloxian limousine.
"Get in!"
As soon as all functions were loaded, Grean pressed the small red button to his left. Five seperately placed belts sprang up and wrapped around him, constricting him. Struggling for breath, Grean allowed his finger to loosen on the button, and the pressure on his chest and arms ceased. "Wow, I thought that was the seat comforter."
The first bomb went off. Pieces of shrapnel rained into the hangar from all sides.
"Agh, this'll be a bit of a rough, insurance-cripplin' ride," Max bellowed over the din. With a flash, they, along with their small transport, ducked and weaved its way out of the hangar as, with a final VAKOOM, the last bomb ripped its way through the station's infrastructure, taking a few of the unluckiest refugee ships to a screaming death as their antigrav systems failed.
People said later that the explosion could be seen from a thousand light-blox away, as far as Spawn World. Nobody saw the small transport module trying to fly with a broken wing, as the four occupants spent, in different ways, their last moments in the universe.