One Knight Stand

[Victoria Knight]

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February 19th, 825 - Bering

Victoria decided that just showing him the normal parts of the station wouldn't be interesting at all. In a way many things were similar from station to station. What was different on Marshall were certainly the people. Then the military looks while there was frantic repairs ongoing on them. The Navy was rarely this busy and desperate to patch up a single Guardian. Victoria took him to the hangars and repair bays first.

They'd left the room and she told the guards that'd waited there to return to duty and went to show Vertiga around without any guards directly behind them. They'd be watched of course but not in a distracting way. The bays were busy as usual, fixing up the ships with scavenged parts mostly. She was really glad that they could keep the fight going.
On the way to a more interesting spot they'd get through the more public spaces, civilians of the movement, people off duty or a select few suppliers and allies were crowding these spaces. There was mess halls and even restaurants by now and small stores for the people. Like any station had but for these people it was now a luxury rather than something basic.
She would hardly show him everything but they did go to the production facilities and research labs. Through a thick window they would look at a weapons lab assembling an Ion Blaster Cannon that they'd dismantled for research. A lot further was more of a theoretical lab. Only very few people worked on deciphering experimental data about Jump Drives.
She gave him a small smile before taking him back into the normal military section of the station where she'd stop in front of a door. At the side it said her name on a plate.

"I wouldn't keep you from looking at an Admiral's quarters if you're so curious about them." She told him and opened the door. She had a small apartment which was still somewhat of a luxury. The door lead into a tiny space which then opened up to form a work and living room. There was another door so she could leave into the less restricted area of the station too. A tiny pantry on one side, a bathroom door next to it. The window on one side of the room was indeed showing Manhattan. A recording or a simulation.

"I told you. No fish. No golden models." She said with a smirk.

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