One Knight Stand

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February 19th, 825 - Bering

"Attractive Rover to Marshall Station, this is Ezrael Vertiga. Admiral Knight is expecting me for a meeting."

The tiny Hussar approached the big station in the debris field. Years ago, this was the location of a jump gate. Now the debris acts as shield for Battlegroup Harmony's fortress in Bering. Slightly twitching, Ezrael sat in the cockpit of the under normal circumstances remote-controlled ship. It was cold in there, at least to him. Curacao was a hot world, and he was used to it. Even the Apahanta had a rather high standard room temperature at all times, simply because Ezrael hated it when it was colder than on Curacao. Priviledge of the captain. Marshall Station gave him clearance, and one of the hangar bays opened its doors for the Attractive Rover.

Rubbing his gloved hands and moving his body in a quick pace, he tried to warm up. Even with the Apahanta suit and the leather jacket it felt like it was ten degrees colder than on the Apahanta. It probably was. Meanwhile he looked out of the cockpit window while the autopilot landed the ship inside. A few moments later, she little ship shook itself, signaling it had 'landed', hovering over the floor, held by antigrav-beams. Still shaking himself, Ezrael stood up. The PDA was in the pocket of his jacket, it was already recording all the audio with a hidden application in the background. Right now mostly muffled sounds of the device rubbing around in the pocket and the repeated "Fuck, I hate snubs" he used to mention every now and then while moving the Rover through the Bering asteroid field.

Leaving the Attractive Rover, he climbed down the ship's hull, just to find himself on Marshall Station. People have awaited him. They would find an athletic man with long black hair, some red strands, a scar on his left eye, an almost constant charming smirk on his face. He wore a skin-tight wetsuit-like overall like many people prefered to wear them on space ships, mostly black with blue accents, shape-revealing. His upper body was also covered in an open black leather jacket. No side-arms, no tricks. There was just a PDA and a communicator in his jacket's pockets. "I take it you'll escort me to the admiral after some checks?"

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