Day's Cradle

[Nick Stenn]

Nick shakes his head at the ship. It was large, and clearly aged. Despite this, he couldn't help but feel a moment of awe as he brought his Marlin in to make the docking run. He'd never seen a Pilgrim liner up close before, and this one had clearly been through more than most. Carefully bringing his ship into dock, Nick examines the inside of the ship. While it like a bucket of rust and bolts from the outside, he could tell already that it was simply a the effect of long years and maintenance in space. The inside, while not exactly military grade clean, nor Junker style cluttered, indicated a certain discipline, and frequent use.

Locking his ship down into the spot he was directed to inside Hanger 1, Nick tests the comm system before preparing to leave his ship. "Alright Elena, lets see what Mr. Thrax's associate wants from us. I swear, if we have to blow our way out of here like we did on that Junker base, I'll personally make sure you never find us a mission again." Nick says with a smile, as he hops out the cockpit of his ship, and takes a few steps into the hanger. Rolling his shoulders he looks around, and not wanting to wander off into the depths of an unfamiliar ship, Nick decides that whoever it is that brought them out here, clearly knows they are on-board the ship, and furthur instructions will be along shortly. Nevertheless, Nick speaks softly to himself as he waits. "One combat knife. One pistol. One Communication Device. One set of playing cards. One civilian rated bodysuit. Yep, looks like that's everything." Leaning against his ship, Nick watches as Elena comes into dock, and waits.