Under the Golden Cross

[Caliban]

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In contrast to Genova's appearance, the freighter which landed before the Outcast woman looked like a stain on the city's image. A roughed up Grizzly no less. The many scars left over the surface of the hull and its many defects stood out like an eyesore. Broken flood lights. A damaged scanner array. Worn down cockpit glass with dirt sneaking through the cracks.. Such metal coffin was either found on a ship graveyard or belonged to an extremely lazy pilot.

"[Signora de Marco. A pleasure.]"

A feminine, digitized voice spoke towards Fiorella from the ship's rear. First, a stasis pod had come out into the open. It levitated gently over the ground with a low hum that trailed behind it. Two radically different droids followed behind the pod. The first one looked quite clean. A well kept frame with a chrome finish. Its steps were ever so slightly faster than that of the pod, yet its posture was elegant, giving the droid a confident look.

The second droid did not introduce itself. Instead, it followed behind the first with an irregular, slightly hunched walk as rags covered the machine's frame which moved slowly against the warm breeze, yet they did hide the end of a firearm's barrel. There was a specific stench emanating from all that dirty cloth - like oil and dirt being left out in the sun for days at a time. The droid kept its only functioning optic fixed on Fiorella's gaze while murmuring unintelligible words. Nobody could deduce what it tried to say, but perhaps that was for the best.

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"Test the sharpness of your sword against another. And when that is not enough, unsheathe your cunning as the hidden dagger that ends the fight."

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