Kodian Orbital Shipyards
Gashmeres Hammer Docking Berth
Mercenaries.
Sassa didn’t hide the disdain from showing across her features as the contractor mouthed off towards the Ranger. It was his exact lack of discipline and restraint that confirmed her initial perception of mercenaries as correct, to such an extent that she almost wasn’t surprised.
He fit the stereotype perfectly, or so she believed.
Once the shuttle landed, Sassa scanned the hangar and dock areas, taking in the raised stage, the music area, and the dining space. Then, she sent a enrypted wireless transmission to the others in the group, informing them that she was going to start with the dining area. That to her seemed like the easiest place to hide a group of assassins, saboteurs, or poisoners. A knife used to cut fish could also be used to cut
bear.
Playing the part of the curious, peppy Nekovalkyrja, Sassa made her way to the culinary area, where a brown-furred chef had started teaching a small group of foreigners how to prepare fish according to the principles of Kodian cuisine. The chef saw her approach and pointed towards a free cutting board, but he didn’t break his flow of words as he explained the basics of Kodian fish preparation, along with its most notable regional and cultural variations. Sassa offered him a grateful smile as she took up a cutting knife, but she made sure to scan the cooks working the event while listening, yellow eyes primed to seek out signs of a
concealed weapon, any signs of spiked drinks, and possibly, anything that seemed out of place in a kitchen.