A woman dressed in a worn out Corsair flightsuit walked softly along the dim-lit corridor.
Turning the corner she was noticed by the guard, or bouncer or whatever the man's position was, standing there: "Greetings, E-"
"Save yourself the formalities. Just let me in." - she cut him off quickly, and gave him a look that would have killed a lesser man.
He didn't even try to check her for weapons or anything that might cause harm. Propably because he was afraid she'd cut his hands off.
*CLICK* The door slid open and revealed the impressive hall, everything in here was an example for the finest Corsair craftsmanship, from the chairs to the paintings of the Corsair Elders that decorated the walls. But she had no eye for such things, they simply held no great role in her life. What she did have an eye for was the people whom she would meet here. Some of the people she had gotten to know already, be it in space or on the ground, some she had only heard of.
"Ah hell," - she muttered to herself - "time to get things done." - and walked in... to notice Asno stare at her like as if he had seen a ghost.
"What's so special capitano, never seen someone come back from the dead?"