A Memory Faded

[Spectre]

Drydock 7, Juneau Shipyard, Alaska System
8:32 A.M.

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Hemlock watched with crossed arms as the operatives came aboard the Bay. The look on his face showed impressive discontent, but the fact that they'd nuke his ship if he tried anything kept him relatively docile. The port side docking arm alone looked like it had seen some action, owing back to the events of Delta, but still looked fairly serviceable. In fact, the entire ship looked like it had been through hell and back, and through an up clse look, it might have been a wonder as to how the ship even made it back to Liberty.

One of the doors nearby opened up, the XO walking out and stopping by his side. The hallway was cluttered with the added 'materials' the operatives and their escorts would've needed to run their tests. "So, this is how your journey ends, huh Cap?" She looked up at him, her face a tad upset, no doubt aimed at him. "You think I'm just gonna let him do as he pleases with her? Think again, Cath."

One of the marines, who was walking up the ramp aboard the ship, approached the two. He gave Hemlock a nod, his helmet covering his face from view, and held out his hand. "Weapons."
Matthew scoffed, yanking out his sidearm and rudely placing it in his hand. Catherine did the same, albeit more politely, and with that he turned and proceeded down the hall.
"Pricks.."

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