The Concert of Madness

[Kaze]

Several hours later, Captain Kaze Dagon was sitting in the living room of her modest apartment, reading an old leather bound book. The data-pad at her side came to life with a chain of messages. She picked the data-pad up and saw the video message. Rising from the couch, she kneeled at the side of the coffee table, where tactical equipment and weaponry were displayed. Catching a clean rag, her hands started to clean the small components. Preparation before the operation. One hour later, the black clad woman ran to one of the small privately owned bays in Credenhill, with a duffel bag on her shoulder. Effortlessly, she pushed one of the huge doors, and the lights turned on, detecting movement. An old, patched up Nyx stood in the middle of the bay. Several hull components as well armoured plates were not original. The titanium matte-like hue of them diffused the light. "Hello, old girl. Time to fly again." Kaze whispered, looking at the ship. She quickly climbed to the control station and started to power the auxiliary systems and to preform system checks.

Thirty minutes later, the Nyx engines were pushed to the limit and headed out to the docking ring in the atmosphere. Transmitting her fake paperwork, she exited Cambridge as Lyla Smith, former colonial engineer, now working for a robotic parts factory startup in the planet. She looked at the vastness of the void and breathed in.

Once again into the darkness.

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[08:11 PM] Dusty Lens said: Well in that case. NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE & #SAVAGE & #STORIES