Meeting in progress: LRI awaits unknown contact

[Erasmas]

The Resheph-class cruiser sits idly at approximately 50k from Pittsburgh, towards the edges of the New York system; with its top-of-the-notch electronic countermeasure and signature masking systems, the ship is effectively invisible to all but direct visual contact. The recon cruiser scours the system with its powerful and sophisticated sensors, marking the position of every ship in the system. Onboard the ship, tension is palpable. Yellow lighs flash through corridors, a silent but constant reminder that the vessel is on potentially hostile space.
On the command bridge, dim service lights and dozens of screens cast a ghastly illumination; a group of officers, gathered around a holodesk, observe the data gathered by the sensors.

Woman: There it is. *points a small glowing dot near planet Pittsburg* The transponder is matching. He arrived earlier than we expected.
Man 1: He's probably wondering if anyone will come. I understand captain Santiago's decision to not reveal the identity of our organization, but it may have caused difficulties in gaining their trust. Apparently, doctor Bohr is the kind of man that privileges facts and results over details.
Man 2: I guess we'll find soon enough. There is our taxi. *points to another contact on the holodesk, quickly approaching their position* I'm not so sure about that one. He's a freelancer, after all...
Woman: He's been working for us for quite some time, though, and so far he didn't fail our expectations. *touches the glowing orb representing the new contact and as a slide menu opens, selects "open channel"* Transport Far Star, you are on our scanners. Transmit your authentication code now or we'll open fire.

Some seconds pass, then an incoming signal is received and quickly digested by the cruiser's computer, obtaining a clearance check for the approaching BWT.

Freelancer: Ah, how sweet to hear your voice again, miss Gaiman! The trust and confidence I hear in your voice when you address me.
Cpt.Gaiman: Enough of this, mister de Shahrizai. Both you and we have a very important job to do. Let's save the... pleasantries for later.
De Shahrizai: How many times do I have to indulge on your cold demeanor? I'm mister de Shahrizai only for common, lowly customers. For you, I'll always be Erasmas. *brings the ship to contact with the cruiser* Proceeding to activate docking clamps now... *a loud metallic -clunk- can be heard* And you are free to come onboard whenever you want. Ah, if only this wasn't a business occasion...

Captain Gaiman closes the comm without a word in response, and quickly kills the grins on the two men's faces with an ice-cold look. The three officers then leave the command bridge and head down the main hallway to the docking ports.

Some minutes later, the BWT detaches from the cruiser; after performing a large curve to present a completely different approaching angle, it heads to Pittsburgh's high orbit, and in the direction of the LRI vessel. A communication request is sent.

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