Beauty and the Beast

[Lucas]

Space, California system

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7th of February 827

Roughly two days after she had first received the transmission from Alcatrz, Petra was well on her way to dock at the base. As was usual for her, she chose to fly her personalized Greyhound, one with plating that shows just how much the ship has been through. Parts sparringly replaced, nothing that resembles a paint job anywhere to be seen on the ship.

Approaching Alkatraz, she quickly realized just how different the field was from the Badlands around Buffalo in which she usually flies in. Alot more lively, alot less dense and all the more patrols to avoid while getting closer to the Base.

The Rogues around Alcatraz are nothing like the ones she used to work with before. Even more scattered, both physically and mentally, none like the other. She realized this quickly while asking the local Rogue Patrols regarding the meeting with the Hellhound because the answers given ranged from "F*ck off, B*tch or we'll kill you" to what seemed like marriage proposals.

Now close enough to the base, Petra was guided to the hangar that was prepared as per her wish a few days prior. She docks the ship, passing two Gunboat-sized vessels on the way, and leaves the cockpit a few minutes later.

I'm here to talk with the Hound.

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Last words are for fools who have not yet said enough.