Vixen nodded. "Down onto the moon?" She leaned over Eva's shoulder, watching the shadowy green display, looking for any signs of an echoey visual in the strange green glow. "At least its relatively safe here.." she muttered.
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A low clang echoed as yet another chunk of scrap was deflected from the long, silent liner. Following almost the exact route Vixen had taken just earlier. Onboard, the black-suited figure tapped onto a slight console, and a wave of mist was released from each cylinder, the pressure leveling slowly with that of the ship's atmosphere. Looking at the display beside her for just a moment, the figure then glanced out a nearby viewport, the shadowy surface of Maine blocking off the entirety of space from proximity.
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The two salvagers sat in silence on the surface of the moon. In space above them, only the slightest spark in the night-esque sky could reveal the approaching transport. It settled down silently on the free side of the 'Working Girl'- Only one pod was suspended in the skeletal frame, spanning the usual space of all three. The pod wasn't average, simply by looking at it- Extra armor that extended around the skeletal arms held the pod in place, and it was rigged with a airlock that extended to the salvager, locking in place but not sealing just yet, confirmation from Eva's side required before the pressurisation could take place.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
