Old Acquaintances and lost friends

[Bazza]

Evangeline slides the mesh door of the elevator closed and selects one of the dull green buttons for the correct level. The hydraulic systems once again lurch into life, shifting the occupants awkwardly as it does so. The assembly sinks towards the base of the frigate before stopping at the lowest level. A noticeable gap of silence on Evangeline's part is broken once the elevator reaches its' destination.

The plan... the plan is we find out just what they're going to do with Vixen and the moment they look like hurting her we shoot the ever-loving snot outta them.

I hope you know how to kill people, Bret.

Evangeline, in her true style, does her best to erect an aura of dominance over the situation - with varying degrees of success. She haughtily swaggers down the myriad of assorted passageways linking the bowels of the haphazardly assembled vessel until she reaches the interior side of the airlock. A control panel on the wall allows command of a simple grabbing arm array which permits the precision alignment of the catwalk's air-tight tubing from the safety of the ship's interior.

Evangeline donates an amount of the Working Girl's compressed air supply to pressurise the exterior airlock assembly, finally permitting access between the two craft without immediate danger. The final barrier, the Working Girl's internal blast door, remains locked tight as Evangeline awaits the arrival of her least-trusted guests aboard the vessel. The small porthole window offers a preview of the new arrivals.

As Evangeline stands proudly before the blast door, an unknown figure approaches behind Bret from beyond the unlit innards the salvager - Bret's senses detecting the new, near-silent presence immediately.

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