An Amicable Meeting

[Liz Krest]

The low frequency hum emanating from the Vindicator's engine slowly faded away into the noisy hangar as the ship was powered down - less than a minute later, an average height red-haired figure wearing a common Lane Hacker outfit would step out of the fighter.

The Lane Hacker took a moment to observe the place, seemingly analyzing her surroundings before proceeding towards the observation deck that indeed - as per Cobra's comment - was not but a short walk from her current whereabouts.

Arriving at the observation deck, she once again took a moment to have a detailed look around. The Alliance Commander was right; the research station was indeed but an empty barren husk of a Zoner installation. "Must be the work of the storm," she thought to herself, as she raised her eyebrow and gently flicked her head downwards - a greeting gesture towards one of the only people in the observation deck and the one who would supposedly be her company for the evening.

"If it isn't the Commander himself," she paused while raising her right hand, presumably looking for a handshake, "Infiltrator Elizabeth Krest, Lane Hacker Inner Circle, a pleasure to have made your acquaintance," the Hacker spoke slowly and calmly with a tone that seemed almost entirely devoid of emotion.

While it was highly uncommon for a person of her status and significance to not only physically be on an installation such as Ames Research Station, but also include the rank she holds during her introduction, the Alliance Commander had shown no signs of hostility towards her and she deemed it only disrespectful not to mirror the trivial amount of trust that Cobra had shown.

The more detailed view of the Infiltrator's appearance, gear and attire from this shorter distance suffices to identify key-features of her outfit; the aforementioned optical sensors on her right eye, most likely serving as vision-enhancing tools that were common amongst Lane Hackers, the freckles and multiple scars on her face - most being rendered partially unobservable due to existence of a grey scarf covering her nose and mouth - that Damien had already been made aware of, and the various tools that were attached to her waist-belt, including but not limited to a sidearm and a number of what-looked-like explosives, their purpose unknown.