Battlecruiser Anassi approached Freeport 11. It halted to a stop at around twelve kilometers from it. A single fighter departed its hangar and swiftly moved on the Freeport.
As it touched down, a woman in full combat armor with gold accents exited the craft and headed for the east wing. She didn't waste no time and reached her destination rather fast.
Upon entering the warehouse, she took off her helmet, revealing a wildly voluminous haircut, dyed in purple. Her eyes glowing in an ethereal cyan shade, contrasting the otherwise gloom environment of the facility they were in. She gave off a rather menacing aura.
-We've got a fucking problem. I thought we were going to liberate the Freeport. But now you tell me we're going to nuke it? Are you for real? I've even heard Outcasts on the comms, less than an hour ago, openly voicing their intentions. I thought we had a damned deal, Chenzo.
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