Aftermath

[James Greed]

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A grey speck followed by an aggressive orange contrail, closing in fast. Once the ZCT-14 Magpie got close enough to the base, it decelerated with reckless abandon pinging the tower for docking clearance. The ship itself looks brand new for the most part. Factory standard two-seater cockpit, an assortment of fighter weaponry, a fresh coat of paint with a Sisterhood of light insignia. Differences started showing when it came to the engines. Safety limits and loose tolerances completely ignored. The vessel landed with a painful groan instead of the usual careless whisper. A picturesque definition of "speed".

Inside, sat Nyoko. Her orders were rather simple. Wait in the hangar and act as a getaway driver if needed. A task that suited her just fine. In her experience politics always ended with her having to repair more ships, leaving less time for her own projects. She heard what happened at a previous meeting, and shootouts were not on her list of things to do.

In short, keep the engines warm and look out for trouble.

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