Silently, just like it didn't intend to be found in these god-forsaken pastures of space, an old, worn Sunburst freighter lonely traversed the wastes of Tau-37. A beautiful system, the pilot of the ship deemed it to be, as it was lightened by a pair of siblings that couldn't be more different - the blue and yellow star together truly gave the system a unique touch that couldn't be forgotten. In the distance, first only small, but soon bigger, a station slowly became visible, a beacon of independence so to say, innocently lurking inside an ice field. As soon as the ship left the empty space and entered it, hundreds of tiny ice crystals were suddenly ricocheting off the activated, yet weak shields, creating a sound that began unnerving the pilot steering the vessel.
The previous silence, the one she had been gifted to enjoy for a while and had now been interrupted, was having a calm effect on her, yet such calmness left her alone with the thoughts passing by in her ever concerned head. Thoughts of trickery, chicanery and deceitfulness, words that in her opinion would portray the person she was about to meet very well. To be fair, it would happen in the safeguarded gardens of Freeport 10, a place of neutrality and peace, but she felt unable to avoid the fact that who she would be dealing with was - with certainty - a manipulating man of the more nastier varieties. She would feel a slight taste of emerging contrition, pestering her with a few more or less craven thoughts, before she returned her attention to the station her vessel was about to reach. No, she wouldn't turn her back on the station, after all it was too late to go back on the decision she had made. The superficial calmness of the system didn't help - because calmness could house dangers just as well, she knew.
Danger might being an understatement.
The way the Sunburst landed on one of the free landing pads of the Freeport could have reminded one of a very old man trying to bend down and finding pain in his back as a consequence. Giving quite similar noises to the man's groaning. Putting her hands away from the console, the pilot realized they were trembling, only slightly, but perceptible. She would have to cool down - which she was absolutely certain of. One by one, the systems were switched off, reducing the noise it made more and more until it fall completely silent. The back hatch opened with an awful squeaking and a feminine figure tramped out of it - her legs felt weirdly heavy. As she had been expecting due to the late hours, the hangar was pretty much deserted, one or two lone engineers were frantically running around. What she however couldn't help but notice was a Roc standing on another landing pad, and not far away from it another figure she was downright relieved to see. Looking as weird as ever in his suit. It was regulating her heartbeat positively as she was moving up to him, a distinct smile playing around her lips.
"Good to see you", said she when she halted right before him and shook his hand. She was being dead serious, and a modest hint of fear was audible as she spoke. "I hope you got all your stuff ready and prepared? I'd favour if we get out of here alive, in one piece and without any major scratches."
