Board Thread:The Mech Bay Bar'n'Grill/@comment-24930445-20140526230330/@comment-24930445-20140602004203

Freighter

Two days later, the Nighthawk slipped into the fighter bay of the Krita. As usual, her arrival was heralded by the muffled screams of guitars from the little cockpit, a sound that was mercifully cut short just before the canopy opened.

Kat had been intent on getting to Travers and his guest and almost didn’t notice the beaten freighter sitting in the back. But.. something.. made her stop suddenly and turn.

It had seen better days and it showed current signs of a battle. Paint was scorched off its top and there were quite a few dents and dings. Kat’s own reflection and that of the bay around her were the only things she could see of the cockpit. The solar shield was down and it’s reflective surface acted like a mirror.

The designation codes on the side were fresh.. and they were fake. They were good fakes, but fakes none the less and she tilted her head appearing to memorize them.

Slowly, as if drawn to the craft, she began to walk towards it. Something about the thing seemed familiar, though she was positive she had never seen it before.

“Kat!”  Travers had just made his way into the bay and, noticing her intent on the freighter, he redirected her attention. “This Lenits guy has some interesting stuff on Jos. I have him and his girl in the conference room waiting.”

She eyed the freighter once more then shook her head before turning and following Travers out.

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“She sees us.”  Joke’s voice was a mere whisper as if commenting any louder would solidify Kat’s interest in Gypsy.

“She doesn’t see us. Solar shield is down.”  Jack matched Joke’s whisper, even though he felt it had been ridiculous when his friend had done it.

“I tell ya, Jack. She knows we’re here.”  Joke shook his head very slightly, again assuming that the woman had some form of x ray vision to be able to see any movement through the shield.

“I don’t know what you’re worried about, Joke. She knows you’re alive. Its me who’s going to meet his maker ifin she makes it much farther.”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">Both men sighed in relief as Travers made his appearance. For a moment, they thought she would continue her course to investigate the little freighter, but whatever Trav had said had eventually succeeded in pulling her away.

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">“You’re gonna be the death of me, old friend.”  Joke sighed heavily and leaned back in the co-pilot seat. “You ever going to tell her?”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">“I don’t know, Joke. I… suppose I should.”

<span style="color:rgb(0,0,0);font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;white-space:pre-wrap;line-height:1.15;">Joke backhanded Jack’s arm. “Now you’re talking. Its about time you wised up about that girl. Its been playing hell on the rest of us not telling her.”

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">Jack sighed, then nodded. “I’ll see what I can do to rectify the situation.”