Operation Dead Deer

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<div align="right]Fort McMurray - Alberta

Danny White is sitting in the Bar, directly at the window. His usual spot. Mumbling something about Edmonton, Alberta and silly Stations. Coughing he grabs his glass of water and spills it down. The other hand made to a wrist he smash it into his chest. Beating pain with pain.

"Boss!", a little girl in a new overall sprints into the little bar, LeBlanc written on a little sign on the overall. "They arrived, all of them." Danny silently stands up, moving out of the bar. The girl following him closely. As they enter the Elevator the voices from the docking control can be heard.

"Callsign Steely Glint, docking accepted, Bay 14"

The Hangar is quite full, it's never been that full. Normally the engineers and workers would just sit around, drinking wine or reading old and dirty erotic Magazines from the last Transport they mugged. Now they are sweating, running around, getting dirty. All different kinds of ships are in the Hangar, from Bacterians over Werewolfs to Barghests. Even one of the Mothers is moored with the base, same as the Slave Liner Big Sexy Beast.

Both Danny and the girl are moving towards a little crowd, pretty much a strange crowd. All of them are different from each other, yet they all belong to each other. They call themself Sylpheed's Rogues. As Danny moves closer to them they all turn around and look at them, the most havent seen Danny outside of his ships and Danny hasnt seen the most of them yet. Without changing the look of his face he starts...

"A'right guys'n gi'ls, welcome'ta A'berta, bettah sayin' McMurray. Ya all know, that I've been plannin' somethin'. Somethin' biggah if ya can still remembah. Fo' the newer Rogues I'll 'xplain it tomorrow 'gain" He coughs into his fist and thinks that he should have taken the painkillers before. "Fo' now I'd like ya all havin' a great night at the Bar dun' be scared. 'ven though it's gonna be dang'rous, we're Liberty Rogues, we don't fear 'nythin'. Now I'll gotta do some stuff. If ya got some questions move'ta mah Room, I gotta call some people..."

He turns around, coughing into his fist again. This time the little girl isnt following him, she stays at the crowd, which is now moving towards the bar. The other random Rogues working as Engineers or other people are looking a bit weird, they never saw such a strange crowd.

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"Who is it doing this synthetic type of alpha beta psychedelic funkin'?"