The Lone Dome; meetings on the final frontier.

[Omicron]

A red haired woman made its way slowly to public part of biodome, nervously avoiding any contact with Liberty "guests" that recently visited Omicron Delta star system. Her escort - four seasoned soldiers carrying no visible insignias or recognizable decals that could betray their allegiance to perceptive enough eyes - remained calmly behind, as far Freeport's security allowed them due to lockdown. Station ran relative normal through reduced capacity, still serving passing by vessels with fuel, repairs and expendable equipment consumed in combat or otherwise. Noticeable difference that much of other distractions it had offered were shut down in favour of more restrictive rules due to current crisis.

Nevertheless, the bunch of crew that by rotation had its entertainment and rest just fine despite hitting the most tough time they could pick. As rest of her escort, redhead navigated installation flawlessly, making an appearance of looking for someone as in hope that this very specific individual received and understood her instructions. Among crops that grown under solar rays of local suns, she took a seat on more isolated meeting place among the fields. For her, Freeport 11 felt bit like a home... still stained by blood spilled years ago despite innocent looks today.

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