The mind is a wonderful toy. A tale of a woman with no past and every future.

[Siren Stone]

Standing alone in the Padua Bar, a silent woman quietly polishes beer mug after beer mug keeping a close watch on the clock above the large Bar entry doors. She seems slightly on edge though otherwise calm and collected. At a quarter till 15:00 hours, the doors open as two pilots walk in talking to themselves. With a sigh, the young woman sets the towel on the counter clenching her right hand a few times to relieve the discomfort from cleaning the mugs.

"What can I do for you boys?" She asks half expecting them to ignore her.

"Huh? Oh, nothing today, just takin a shortcut robo girl." They both laugh as they continue through the bar and out a side entrance.

"Idiots..." She looks back at the clock, shrugs, then locks the register and moves towards the bar doors. As she reaches the doors, she stops suddenly as she realises she still has her sidearm, her hand having brushed the grip of her repeater auto short rifle strapped to her hip. "Oh, right... take nothing with you." She mumbles to herself then moves back to the bar, Opening a concealed cabinet, placing her holster and weapon inside. She runs her fingers across the rifle for a moment in deep thought, Her mind drifting to the night Nathan gave her the weapon. After a few moments, she closes the cabinet and walks out, heading straight for the docks.

Stepping out into Dock 11, Siren takes a seat on a stack of crates acting as if she were simply on a break and was out for a stroll. A few Docks slaves take notice of her presence though do nothing as they would normally given the presence of a Rogue in their vicinity. Her eyes to wander over the docks activity, watching as a large lift loader carries a crate of obviously stolen Cryer Pharmaceutical cargo from a large cargo transport. Pulling out a small data pad, she looks through it as information on the recently docked vessels pop up one by one. As her eyes cross over the name Nicholas Bower, she glances to the right finding the name of his transport ship to in fact match that of the ship she'd just viewed.

Siren watches the vessel offhandedly for another 8 minutes before she notices a man walk down the cargo ramp, look around the area, then wander off. Confirming the man to be Captain Bower on her data pad, she stands up, throws a quick glance around the area. "Well, here goes nothing." She gracefully moves to the ship, acting as if she were simply checking things over before moving up the ramp and into the cargo bay. Once inside, The young woman looks around for some form of clue as to where she's supposed to go though after a few minutes searching, she decides to simply sit on a packing crate at the back of the bay and wait.

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