Rochester Inn

[Dejavu]

George Rothwell stepped from his slightly dated ship and strolled through the cold, narrow passages that led to the bar aboard Rochester. He did not even stop to talk to one of his oldest friends. Upon entry to the bar, everyone turned to look, as they often did to Roboticly Enhanced Fellows such as George. No one knew the story of how George lost nearly half his body but everyone knew not to mess with him as the right side of his body could kick some real arse.
He went to the nearest free space on the counter and ordered his usual, a Rum in his custom Tankard that he was awarded after he saved two people from a fire aboard Rochester.

Whilst drinking his Rum a rather large poster on the advertisement board caught his eye, he went over to it to have a closer look.

"Oxygen Recirculator for a DL-Series Transport, eh? Well luck has it I have two of those available."

He took down the communications frequency on to a piece of scrap paper and shoved it into his pocket.

"Ah shove it, I might as well leave a note on the airlock of that rather fine looking destroyer outside."

He limped out of the bar quite clearly in some discomfort, but that wasn't really unexpected when most of the right side of your body has been replaced by a robotic exoskeleton.
George continued through the passages until he reached the Airlock level, he knew exactly which one Evangeline's ship would be moored too as it was the biggest one Rochester had, also he had seen where it was moored on his flight in...

The Outer Airlock door to the link tube slid open as the tube pressurised, he moved slowly along it trying to make it not wobble around so much that he would lose his balance. He reached the Airlock of the Destroyer and drew a note from his pocket, he knocked on the door. He was surprised to see a small girl standing on the other side of the airlock once it had finally opened.

"Uhh..Hullo there, I've got a note for Evangeline, could you pass it onto her?"

He passed the note which read:

The girl scurried off into the darkness and the airlock shut. George returned to the bar to get another Rum and wait to be contacted.

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Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid. - David Hackworth (1930 - 2005)