Unconventional Warfare

[TheJarl]

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Rosa was a bit unsettled by her guest, although she tried to hide her discomfort. She normally did not buy into the whole mysterious act, it was of course common on their side of the law to hear the phrase ‘none of your concern.’ The helmet however made it impossible to gauche his emotions. Come to think of it, if they would ever meet again, she would not even be able to recognise him.

She led Fischer out of the restricted area, careful to not raise any suspicion of others on the stations as they crossed several hallways, until they got to a door guarded by a single bored man in his late thirties. Not very tall, nor very well-built, it was not the most impressive guard in the world. He carried a worn-out blaster-rifle with a short barrel, probably already in service for decades by the looks of it. He followed the movements of Fischer with suspicion, but then noticed Rosa next to him and immediately relaxed.

“Heya, Klaus, how are you?” Rosa asked the guard who she was apparently familiar with. Of course on a station with barely 200 permanent residents, everyone knew each other the way the inhabitants of a small village knew each other. With her thumb she points to Fischer. ”This here is Sebastian Meier, he should be on the schedule for the next refugee-transport to Bruchsal.” The guard nods, he lets his weapons hang from his shoulder by its sling, to free his hands and grab a datapad hanging from his belt. “M.. M… ah there it is. Meier. Widerstand, from Bruchsal, yeah seems right.” He lowers the pad so it does not block his face. “The passengers will come in about 15 minutes, the ship is the third on the left.” Rosa nods. “Thanks, Klaus, I’ll walk him to the ship for a moment.” The guard smiles and nods backs. “Good luck!” The guard steps aside and opens the door.