A Spatial painted in black and purple pulled into Dock 2 at Zwickau and set down. Marauder Kelly Combs was on-hand in case the pilot became a problem, but she didn't expect any issues. When the pilot exited and took off her helmet, a few of the Bundschuh staff recognized her before Kelly did.
"Hey, sis," the pink-haired pilot said, walking up to the Marauder.
"... Natalie? Last I heard you were in jail on New Berlin."
"Oh yeah? Which time was that? I've lost track."
"Damn it, Nat..."
"Oh don't start that shit with me, sis. You're the one with a goddamn gunship at the base of a band of revolutionaries. All I got arrested for was 'disturbing the peace'. Turns out Der Kanzler's jackbooted thugs don't much like getting called out for suppressing political dissent. Or criticisms of poor economic policy. Or, well, anything involving Stuttgart really."
"Uh-huh," Kelly replied, smiling. "So how are things with that band... what was it again, Shotgun Lobotomy?"
"Don't get me started on those assholes. They talked a big game about being 'the voice of the downtrodden'," she said, her tone a mix of bitterness and mockery, "but pussied out when the time came to actually speak. It was a couple Landbewhat that got me out this time... pretty sure they were going for one of their own, but a hole in the wall is a hole in the wall. But anyway, they need a new bassist."
"... interesting phrasing. So why are you here, exactly?"
"Some guy calling himself 'Shiranui' called after the LWB broke me out of jail. Told me the Raiders were hiring and that you were here." She paused and smiled. Raking on a more playfully mocking tone this time, she added, "Your orders, Marauder?"
