Dream and Reality (//Dunc- and me)

[The Banshee]

Newport Station, Sigma-13 System, 14th of August, 822 AS

Newport Station. Hidden inside a Gas Pocket of the Yanagi cloud, the former junker station had turned even more into a hellhole full of scum, pirates, smugglers... Basically all you would expect of a space station on the edge of civilised space. Newport didn't stink as much as Barrier Gate, but at least the central dock nearly did.
The large sealing hatch of the main dock opened, making way for a sleek little ship. Onuris Class, something seldomly seen aboard this station, but as long as the Order Agents paid their docking fees, nobody really cared. As the fighter landed on one of the more secluded pads, it automatically activated its red glimmering docking lights - a security system turning on, most likely.
The slim silhouette of the pilot left the ship, fastly making out one of the dock administrators and directly walking to him. After a short conversation, one of the cargo lifting vehicles was driven to her fighter, lifting an escape pod out of the cargo hold. It then proceeded to load it on to a small cart, which the agent then proceeded to leave the docking area with. The whole situation hadn't taken more than twenty minutes - but it was no less impressive.

Banshee opened the escape pod in one of the cabins she had rented from the station's administration. Having secured the unconscious Chrysanthemum with instant straps, she thrusted a Syringe into the womans throat vein - a push-up medication out of her own personal stash. Before it started to work, she activated the light on the maximum brightness, causing her cowl to overshadow her eyes, lighting the face cover with the painted on red jaw in a blinding light.

"Welcome to your personal Yomi, sister. We will have some talks now. Let's start with your name."