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[Daerune]

Revised the change to A Wraith's Wrath and went back to the old post. mybad

~Institute

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Vaelin stood within the armory of the Wolf’s Den, the ship itself was on autopilot as it emerged from the Ontario jump-hole into Alberta. In this region of space he was known as Blaidd Bellator. A freelancer of little renown and someone who was picky about who they were hired by. Vaelin set the helmet of the onto his head to complete the armored outfit, playing the part of the paranoid merc who always wore his armor. The ship pitched slightly as its vector readjusted and it set course for Freeport Fourteen. He added a few accessories to the outfit, a pair of pistols to each thigh and a rifle over his back. Though trouble wasn’t expected didn’t wish to be unprepared. Plans seldom go to plan anyway. He took a moment to fiddle with the controls and assure that the vessel was still integrated with the stations internal systems. It might have been mostly abandoned, but that to him just meant he was more noticeable when he did visit. This routine had been established quite some time ago, when he left the AI he had assisting him would clear the station banks records of its visits. Now in the persona of Bellator, Blaidd relocated himself to the mooring point. The ship and station connected and Bellator transferred himself over to the station. After seeking out and dealing with the docking master Blaidd made his way toward the bar. During this transit to the stations facility he moved his hand to interact with the PDA device attached to his forearm. He drew up what information he could on the docking bay trying to match the registered SID’s to determine what the new ship might be, if there wasn’t one he would set his device to alert him should a new ship arrive or depart.

Blaidd chose to sit in one of the corners, near one of the windows. He would get a look at the outside of the station. He had chosen this spot for the reason that if something was coming from the Ontario jump-hole he would be able observe its approach. His left hand rested on the table the gloved hand tapping it’s index finger against the metal surface of the table. His right hand rested on top of his right thigh close enough to his weapon to quickly draw it if needed. While the view offered him the fore knowledge of approaching ships, the reflection off the glass would provide him with another advantage. Through the reflection he would look at the patrons that were in the bar at the present moment, he took the time to observe each one. His left hand raised and shook at the Bartender when the man looked his way, denying being served at least for the moment. Blaidd Bellator would now wait for the one that had sought to summon him here.