The Hunt

[Venator]

He had been kept waiting at least exactly one hour over the intended time, this how ever was deliberate. A Black and unmarked sip came into view being the size of a Grizzly.

"Captain Ravenov of the Neith, we request docking permission.' The voice was that of a female how ever her voice was not in the least soft, authority ringing from it as if they demanded to be respected.

The vessel had no records of where it came from and any Pilot Id just lead to a dead end of a once and long dead pilot.

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“An Aliance with a powerful person is never safe.”