A Dusty Old Rock

[Yaoquizque]

It actually took several days until anyone would show up. Sure Reyna started getting a tiddy bit uncomfortable after a while. Some even went as far as stating she got annoyed and perhaps even ragey, to the point she would draw a target on the wall and start exercise to knife throwing. The ninja robots still around didn't seem to mind this.

Now she was thinking about it, wasn't it odd there would be robots still working in this dusty place, and ninja ones of all types? Who were these new employers?
The Neural-net message was just some footage of a guy in body armor and absolute epic pecs named Dick Sten or something silly like that. Reyna was starting to think it was a bad idea to have answered that call.

That's when quite some commotion came from the docks. Sighing, she stood up and headed there to see what the hell was happening. Did the ninja robots start some sort of ninja training session or something?

No... No robot in sight. Just two Nyx about to stop above the dusty ground of the aged docks. One was worn out and actually.. Looking like it was about to fall into small bits of junk. The other was in pristine condition. Reyna crossed her arms, waiting for the pilots to step out.
She did not know what she expected.

Certainly not that. Some angry woman stood out of the worn out Nyx and started to curse. Something about having lost a fight or something. She proceeded with slamming the side of the ship with her ship. What a brat.
The man who left the other Nyx was the one in the video footage. He absentmindedly wiped some dust off the nose of his ship while staring at his wing-mate of the time.
"You lost. Get over it." He eventually said, before turning to Reyna. "You answered the call. Welcome. Let's go to the meeting room."

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