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Hawk · (This post was last modified: 03-30-2012, 01:51 PM by Hawk.)

Mac took the time to drink another stout before walking back to the hanger that housed her combat service freighter. She took a quick look around the perimeter and stepped inside to see that her new cargo had been loaded. She slid into a small compartment behind the cockpit that contained a small cot, some electronic equipment, and a food dispenser. She sat down on the cot realizing how tired she was. Flying from Liberty was longer than her usual trips. Even using the trade lanes, this was a long trip. She looked thoughtfully up and the electronic console. She rose and sat down in a chair in front of it as she activated the screen. She punched in the code to initiate a transmission back to liberty. She thought for a moment as the screen for the recipient came up. She selected the option to just leave a message. 'Not really in the mood for a conversation now, 'she thought. She spoke quickly as it began recording her. 'Hey I made it to Bretonia and I'm safely on Trafalgar. It was a bumpy ride, but all's well. Doesn't look like I'm going to have any trouble finding work here. Anyway, I have no idea when I'll be back in Liberty again so it may be a while before I see you. Be safe.' She clicked the screen off and moved back to the cot. She was asleep in a few minutes.

Mac awoke after only a few hours. She was never able to sleep more than that anymore. She stretched a little and moved to the exit of her ship. She took the time to walk around and do a thorough check of the ships exterior. Then she went back inside and began warming up the ship and started a diagnostic of all on board systems. She slid into the cargo hold to make sure the crew and secured her load properly and then moved back to the font of the ship. She filled up a coffee cup and moved into the cockpit. She strapped in and grabbed a headset. Her ship was maneuvered into a launch tube and she received her final clearance to leave. Just like that she was out in the black of space again.

As she moved away from Trafalgar she reached down and powered up the ships weapons. As they came of line she threw full power into the ships thrusters and then cut the and spun the ship around, firing her barragers as she did. The exploding hunks of scrap outside her cockpit were a satisfying site. She almost couldn't remember the last time she had fired her guns in anger, but it was good to know they still worked. She activated her cruise engine and laid in a course for Southhampton shipyard so she could pick up the trade lane to Planet New London.

Mac had only been to New London once many years ago. It was during her time as a pilot for Jack Crow before any of them became affiliated with the Junker Congress. She didn't have much love for big planets and civilization. They only reminded her of the things she wanted to get away from. 'Suck it up girl, 'she told herself. 'Looks like I'll be making plenty of trips here if I want to stay employed.' Her landing was smooth. A crew came to her ship immediately, which was unusual here. Knowing what she was carrying and what it was worth she wasn't surprised though.

As she exited the ship she pressed a button on her own remote control panel that opened an out side compartment. A small vehicle slid out and rested on the pad by the ship. It was only a small hover scooter, but it was enough to get her where she needed to go in this spaceport and carry a few crates. She loaded a few of the food crates that were still on her ship and secured them to the scooter. Then making sure everything was locked up, she mounted the scooter and headed into the streets.

She had to stop upon exiting the landing area for inspection by the Bretonian Police Authority. Her papers were all in order, the finest hackers on Rochester had seen to that.

'That's a lot of food you're carrying there', observed on of the officers. 'How long were you planning on staying here?'

'I'll be gone by the end of the day', she told him.

'So, just what are you going to do with all that food?'

'I was thinking of throwing a party while I'm here.'

'Careful with that tongue Junker. It doesn't look like you have anything illegal here or even particularly valuable here. We'll look for you later today then. Try not to get lost.'

She rode out of the landing area through the town. She knew where her meeting was but she had a stop to make first. Going further toward the edge of the spaceport town she made another quick turn. It had been so long since she was here, but she knew where to go, she could almost smell them. Coming to a stop at an alley she saw what she was looking for. There was a group of children sitting by the road. She had never seen them before, but immediately she felt as if she knew them. They were the forgotten, cast aside and hungry, trying to get by. If they survived their childhood they would end up exploited or involved in some criminal enterprise. They seemed suspicious of her as she stopped and dismounted her scooter. She took three crates of food off the back of the scooter and left them on the sidewalk. Then she made eye contact with a girl who looked to be about twelve years old. 'Try to stay out of trouble and I'll look for you again in about a week.'

Climbing back on the scooter, she sped off down the road. She still had a meeting to attend.

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