Old Acquaintances and lost friends

[Bazza]

Talking is what I do best, sweetie. Leave it to me.

The cumbersome salvager drifts steadily towards Newark's massive external docking fixture. Flying with the grace of an over-ripe banana the frigate inches towards the external docking port granted for her use, eventually aligning itself with the airlock after a painstakingly slow arrival.

The frigate, out-sizing the largest Sirian transports and even rivalling many cruiser-class craft finishes its' journey tied securely to the external docks of Newark Station. Once the ship had ceased movement Evangeline leaves the crew's quarters and begins trekking through the myriad of unremarkable hallways before her with Misaka in tow.

As they enter the landing of one of the frigates' elevators, Fumika appears from one of the other hallways, stopping in front of the procession. She carries a small child in her arms, apparently asleep.

She pauses for a moment, cocking her head to one side, eyeing off Sev intently.

My name is Fumika. It is a pleasure to formally meet you, Seventeen.

Fumika's steely silver eyes remain cold and unfeeling as she glares at Sev, locking their gazes together.

The child in her arms shifts slightly and regains consciousness. The girl rolls her head to one side and catches Sev in her view.

Vix....en...?

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