Crimson Flame

[AeternusDoleo]

"Thira in sight, senor Devante." one of the crewmen aboard the Toro called. "Won't be long now. But I thought the place was on lockdown?"

"We won't be going aboard further then the airlock, Rico." Devante replied. "We're just here to drop off these goods."

Devante sighed. It had been a while since the "package" was transferred. Some kind of dignitary. He scoffed. Foreign dignitaries? Out of Liberty? What in the nine hells were the Elders thinking now? Still, it wasn't his place to question them, and he knew better then to try. He'd flown with the escort out of Hudson - aside from a few in-transit breakdowns, it had been uneventful. He had opted to leave the escort past the Theta/Gamma jumphole. A convoy that large - if someone was chasing, it would be better to know about it. But noone came.

"Initiating mooring with the cargo dock, senor." Rico called. Devante merely nodded, half heartedly. He was curious. Curious about what it was that drew half the family into space. What person or people needed all that protection.
"Arrange for the excavation drills and other goods to be put into storage Rico. I'm going aboard the station for a while. Alone."
"But senor. The lockdown?"
"That's why I'll go alone."
With that, Devante left the bridge of the transport, and went aboard Thira, intending to reach the bar, in search for some answers.

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Wide awake in a world that sleeps, enduring thoughts, enduring scenes. The knowledge of what is yet to come.
From a time when all seems lost, from a dead man to a world, without restraint, unafraid and free.

Mostly retired Discovery member. May still visit from time to time.