Oaths Are for the Obedient

[Leo]

Dagger-2's face was unreadable as the door slid open to reveal the man--but he was skeptical. Coffee mug still warm, a chair appearing to have been moved quickly from the disturbed dust, a time-out prompt on the screen of the nearby computer, and an all too convenient monitor displaying his exact position relative to the docking bay door. He quickly made a point of examining the room and adjoining airlock, pretending to be looking around for where the voice was coming from. He saw no automated weaponry in any of the places he looked, but did note that Dagger-7 was just outside the door now, standing by for backup. The gear being out of date wasn't anything odd, Pittsburgh was often a forgotten about world despite the activity always present in New York. Considering the state of the Republic and focus on Galileo of late, it wasn't any surprise this world on the periphery of the system was forgotten about...though some of these workers get handouts from the Xenos so the outdated gear wasn't an anomaly but it was unusual. He decided to play along with this little narrative being put on. He was confident that if he closed ranks with the older man on the other side of the airlock, he could take him out if the situation called for it. Having Dagger-7 as backup nearby was an additional feather in his cap--at the very least he could report his deceased status to Agent Winter if the needs called for it. "Yeah, sorry I'm a little late." he replied scratching the back of his head in exasperation. He was careful to identify himself as a singular individual instead of plural so as to distract from the fact that there were two on the ground instead of just himself. "Clearance in orbit is a bitch." he said with a chuckle. He moved forward towards the older man and outstretched his hand in greetings, preparing himself if the man attacked. "Charlie Thorne, Freelancer Inspector." he said with a smile.

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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.
Roleplay is dead. Long live Powertraders and PvP I guess.