Pandora's Box - The Wild Side of Sirius

[Narcotic]

Natalie crossed her legs as Evan approachs at the VIP area. Her penetrating expression of the eyes follow the bretonian soldier's steps when he walks straight to her place. She gazes at him until he finally sat down. Without any greeting, and if she could have read his thoughts, she said: I share your antipathy, Evan. But while were amongst them, we should try to behave like being one of them. People expect me to be present in public, and since the captain's illness... She smiles maliciously. ...I was given the task to take care of the security aboard the Pandora. She bends over to him and whispers in a melodic voice: He's ours now. Soon we'll have full control over this liner. She leans back again and holds her drink triumphantly into the air. It's about time to discuss our future plans with the community. But not here. And that also wasn't the reason for why I wanted to talk to you. She spits out the word 'talk' like a malignant neoplasm. However, I want you to do me a favour - now that Mr. Hope will be soon fully converted, and my last Wraith was nothing more but worthless debris, I need to get my hands back on a spacecraft. Nein, those Templars don't fit me. I've had a better idea. I've got a Series Z Sabre, which should be now modified into a Series CZ hybrid bomber, waiting for me at Altair to be picked up. She pauses and winks seductively at Evan. Can you bring me there pretty please?