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FREEPORT 11 - THE HANGER
Wondering through the halls, a seemingly normal person was seen taking a stroll towards the lower section of the station towards arrivals, they were seen dawning a mask with their robes - there was nothing substantial about the robe, the design was nothing out of the usual but yet allowed for privacy to be kept to themselves, but despite this, a level of paranoia remained. They would approach the hangers, entering Bay 4, then began to sloppily lean against the wall, awaiting for a familiar Sabre to land, keeping their gloved hands in their pockets. They were still heavily fatigued from exhausting their psychic 'abilities' within the past hour before they met up.
