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Manticore · (This post was last modified: 10-02-2012, 07:23 AM by Manticore.)

ID: BANSHEE

The Lane Hacker gunboat appeared like a ghost from the darkness of the Badlands. Halting in front of Buffalo Base, it submitted a docking request. Yet instead of an automated acceptance in reply, the gunboat received a personal message from the flesh-and-blood dockmaster.

'The Banshee's Cry, eh? And just what in the seven hells do ye' want at Buffalo?' the dockmaster demanded, clearly agitated by the appearance of the Hacker ship.

An unnatural voice responded, rich with passion and a hint of something... synthetic. 'I am here to speak to a guest of yours. The rest doesn't concern you, dear Rogue.'

'Ah, I know who yer' speakin' of. Just make yer' business with 'im quick.'

The docking bay door opened immediately, and Banshee guided her ship into the base. A suitable bay was found, and she methodically disconnected herself from the ship's interfaces. The pain that was a constant part of her existence was long forgotten. She hadn't even felt the effects of the drug entering what was left of her body since the moment she had heard the news.

Lambert was here; at last he'd been found.

Her ruined face managed to contort itself into something that once might have been called a smile.

And as for her... she was the harbinger of his doom.

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