Hope's Haven ~ A little taste of Gallia

[Malaclypse 666]

:::The doors have swung silently shut behind her, and Skye moves over to lean against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest and looking around the room. She wonders how long it will take someone to realize who she is:::

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:: Someone has indeed noticed, but without initial comprehension. Merry is stacking clean glassware behind the long silver bar, and continues to stare at the oddly dressed person leaning defiantly against the wall.

With a gasp, which she quickly stifles with a delicate hand, Merry finally recognizes the woman as her former employer and mentor. But so taken aback by Skye's transformation, she stands motionless and mute. Finally, she carefully backs into the room behind the bar, and turns to a communicator which has been programmed with some very odd and little-known frequencies. She begins typing, as her look of astonished bewilderment turns to a smile of relief, and a bit of mischief. ::
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In a remote corner of the Dublin system, a pirate with rather unsavory connections reads the message he just received. He reads again, then slowly shakes his head in wonder, and smiles. His ship will not be taking him to Belfast any time soon. It is severely damaged and weaponless from an engagement above Cambridge the day before. But, there is time...
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On a plantation veranda in the foothills of Gran Canaria, a rocker rocks, empty, as if occupied by a ghost. The previous occupant can be seen running down the path towards the spaceport, furiously shouting instructions into a handheld communicator.
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And on a certain flagship moored at Amerigo Base, the captain now knows the origin of a previous mysterious communication. He is also smiling.
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