The Novus had taken off with effort from Pittsburg, once again ignoring the docking rings as if they weren't even there. Once back in space, Vixen let out a slight sigh. "Much better. I don't like gravity, it makes things confusing..." she muttered, softly resting against Bret as the moon came into view around the dull orange atmosphere of the planet's surface. The engines slowly lifted out of Pittsburg's gravity well, increasing in speed until they once again lay in the safety of the scrap fields.
Jade stood at the controls of the vessel and monitored the progress. The scrap towards the dark matter cloud was thicker, but out here, it was sparse, especially across the gap between Pittsburg and Maine, where the tug of gravity created a relative calm in the twisted metal. The Novus lithely slipped between chunks of metal where it could, blasting others out of the way. Soon they found their destination, the frozen moon where Eva was supposed to be.
The descent onto Maine was different to Pittsburg. Unlike its larger host, Maine's atmosphere was borderline nonexistant; the ship barely had to slow down on its trip towards the surface. Slowly making its way across the dust, Vixen pointed out an odd shape down on the surface.
"There. Bet you thats her..." she said, checking over the navigation charts. It was indeed her, this was the meeting place they had confirmed. Engines struggling to keep the Novus balanced, it set down next to the 'Working Girl', the displaced moon dust from years of asteroid pummeling the only sign they had arrived.
Dragging Bret by the arm, Vixen rushed down to the airlock. Within minutes, the low hiss of pressurisation echoed through the unfamiliar ship, and the doors opened onto Eva's own little hideaway...
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
