Floodwaters
Inactive Member
Dawn Station - Sector 6 - Iron Ferret's Hangar
One Day after the Concordia Veil's touchdown
Desmond eyed each of the bounty hunters in sequence for a few silent moments, scratching the stubble on his cheek with a gloved hand as he awaited for some sort of query. "You better not have any questions on the very last second then, let's go," he finally said, doing a 'follow me' gesture as he started to stride towards the exit of the hangar, his boots clanking against the cold metal plates on the floor. The bounty hunter reached for something inside his jacket, feeling the pistol stored in there more to make sure that it was there rather than draw it as he neared the exit. The weight of the pistol was a comforting one when not wearing any sort of armor made him feel dangerously vulnerable.
Leading the way, he keyed the control panel next to the hangar's exit, watching- or rather listening, as the mechanisms behind the airlock groaned and hissed, sliding the heavy-duty metal doors open, revealing the bustling hive of activity outside. "Remember, low profile," he said before stepping into the crowd.
Sector 6 - Concordia Veil's Hangar
Even though the Veil's docking berth was near their own when compared to the massive scale of the starport, it was still well over ten minutes of walking time before the bounty hunters finally pushed through the throngs of people and reached their destination. Avoiding the more obvious passenger's entrance, Desmond had led the group towards a service area about seventy yards away, taking advantage of the huge crowds of passengers, crew, and uniformed service techs pushing past one another to slip in unmolested. Making their way through the more spartan areas of the concourse, away from its sleek, polished public face, the group made its way around loudly clanking conveyor systems, hydraulic pistons, piping and insulated bundles of cables running in organized chaos all around them, doubling back until they reached an open staging area for cargo just outside of the where their quarry sat.
Amid the noise of machinery and unmanned service mules whirring through the catwalks, Desmond approached the massive loading bay doors that led to the docking berth ahead. Before he had the chance to get to the control panel that would give them access, the group could hear a woman's voice shouting over the noise.
"Hey you!" the voice was yelling. "You down there! You aren't supposed to be in here! You lost or something?" Above them, almost three stories up, a tall, square-shaped female service tech was leaning over the railing of a catwalk, sporting a dirty, loose-fitting blue jumpsuit, and a yellow hard hat atop her tangled mess of light brown hair. The bounty hunter turned to regard the technician, but didn't say anything as he thought very carefully of something to say.
One Day after the Concordia Veil's touchdown
Desmond eyed each of the bounty hunters in sequence for a few silent moments, scratching the stubble on his cheek with a gloved hand as he awaited for some sort of query. "You better not have any questions on the very last second then, let's go," he finally said, doing a 'follow me' gesture as he started to stride towards the exit of the hangar, his boots clanking against the cold metal plates on the floor. The bounty hunter reached for something inside his jacket, feeling the pistol stored in there more to make sure that it was there rather than draw it as he neared the exit. The weight of the pistol was a comforting one when not wearing any sort of armor made him feel dangerously vulnerable.
Leading the way, he keyed the control panel next to the hangar's exit, watching- or rather listening, as the mechanisms behind the airlock groaned and hissed, sliding the heavy-duty metal doors open, revealing the bustling hive of activity outside. "Remember, low profile," he said before stepping into the crowd.
Sector 6 - Concordia Veil's Hangar
Even though the Veil's docking berth was near their own when compared to the massive scale of the starport, it was still well over ten minutes of walking time before the bounty hunters finally pushed through the throngs of people and reached their destination. Avoiding the more obvious passenger's entrance, Desmond had led the group towards a service area about seventy yards away, taking advantage of the huge crowds of passengers, crew, and uniformed service techs pushing past one another to slip in unmolested. Making their way through the more spartan areas of the concourse, away from its sleek, polished public face, the group made its way around loudly clanking conveyor systems, hydraulic pistons, piping and insulated bundles of cables running in organized chaos all around them, doubling back until they reached an open staging area for cargo just outside of the where their quarry sat.
Amid the noise of machinery and unmanned service mules whirring through the catwalks, Desmond approached the massive loading bay doors that led to the docking berth ahead. Before he had the chance to get to the control panel that would give them access, the group could hear a woman's voice shouting over the noise.
"Hey you!" the voice was yelling. "You down there! You aren't supposed to be in here! You lost or something?" Above them, almost three stories up, a tall, square-shaped female service tech was leaning over the railing of a catwalk, sporting a dirty, loose-fitting blue jumpsuit, and a yellow hard hat atop her tangled mess of light brown hair. The bounty hunter turned to regard the technician, but didn't say anything as he thought very carefully of something to say.
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