Alcatraz Depot, California System 7th of February 827
The halls of Alcatraz were just as hectic as they always had been, what with Rogues being screwed out of their earnings from bad games of poker set up on random crates throughout the halls, the loud sounds of construction from the main floor, random ammunition flying from loaded weaponry in the hangers, the occasional Hacker group populating a dark corner of a bar, observing the fools around them, and the drug deals the Outcasts made with those around them. Despite the Hellhound's well known distrust of Cardamine, and hatred for the Hackers in particular, it seems for the time being, their business was unhindered, even in his home. There were many different ships transitioning through and waiting in the traffic outside the busy depot, some re-fueling through ports, some launching and others docking, of particular note was the random scrap of ships and debris floating just outside the base's perimeter, Bounty Hunter ships, Borderworld ships, hopefully belonging to freelancers and rogue ships, with the odd junker making a quick buck off that very same scrap. Hellhounds stalked the field around the base, werewolves seen high and low, the Innocent Slaughter, Hemlocke's flagship positioned against the makeshift port at the top of the depot, currently serving as somewhat of a weapons platform for the base, Petra's response surely left a good impression on her part, with a particular hanger being left open for her, guarded by two Hellhounds to either side, bearing the Hellhound's insignia, wolf jaws surrounding the liberty rogue symbol, awaiting her arrival.
Roughly two days after she had first received the transmission from Alcatrz, Petra was well on her way to dock at the base. As was usual for her, she chose to fly her personalized Greyhound, one with plating that shows just how much the ship has been through. Parts sparringly replaced, nothing that resembles a paint job anywhere to be seen on the ship.
Approaching Alkatraz, she quickly realized just how different the field was from the Badlands around Buffalo in which she usually flies in. Alot more lively, alot less dense and all the more patrols to avoid while getting closer to the Base.
The Rogues around Alcatraz are nothing like the ones she used to work with before. Even more scattered, both physically and mentally, none like the other. She realized this quickly while asking the local Rogue Patrols regarding the meeting with the Hellhound because the answers given ranged from "F*ck off, B*tch or we'll kill you" to what seemed like marriage proposals.
Now close enough to the base, Petra was guided to the hangar that was prepared as per her wish a few days prior. She docks the ship, passing two Gunboat-sized vessels on the way, and leaves the cockpit a few minutes later.
I'm here to talk with the Hound.
Last words are for fools who have not yet said enough.
The two gunships she passed as she entered slowly turned, landing to either side of her ship in the hanger, which was seemingly more of a personal one, with it's relatively small size, rogue hull plating and engine components scattered to the far wall in front of Petra's greyhound, the large heavy hanger doors sealing up behind the ships as they landed, the hanger pressurized almost immediately. The rogue that had come to greet her simply nodded at her words, leading her up a large stairwell to the eastern wall as rogues bearing the same insignia as the Hellhounds they inhabit populated the hanger behind her, the door on the upper balcony slid open automatically, revealing a small room with a few tables for gambling rogues, a little cubby of guards for hanger 6, a few looked up, the woman from the communication leaned forward from her spot on a wall and stood up, approaching Petra with a smile and her ghostly stare.
The usual I'd say. Not a pleasant flight of course, but what does one expect in a pile of trash like this?
She turns back and points at her Greyhound.
That thing.. I swear it wants to kill me. I'll have to replace parts soon or the next flight to Alcatraz will kill me.
Petra entered the room that has opened up behind the doors. She looked around to see if there was anything unusual or interesting in it as she had never been on this Hangar of Alcatraz before. It looked surprisingly organized for a gambling hall, considering that it was a Rogue-ran one at least. She approached the woman that she had previously seen in the transmission, and stopped a few steps infront of her.
Lady Ashwood, I'm assuming?
Last words are for fools who have not yet said enough.
Hanger 6 Lobby, Alcatraz Depot 7th of February 827
Nothing interesting or unusual stood out to Petra, other than it was entirely Rogues inside the Lobby, and they all bore the Hellhound's insignia one way or the other. They minded their business and didn't stare, a very slight step up from the common rabble of Alcatraz. The woman smiled as Petra recalled her name, bowing her head slightly in acknowledgement, folding her arms behind her back, one a prosthetic metal arm with the same insignia the rest in the room had, clawed at the end.
"That I am, my first name being Veronica, though I despise it, so please do just call me Ashwood."
The woman snapped her metal clawed fingers, motioning her head toward Petra's greyhound as a few rogues looked up, before getting up from their seats and moving into the hanger to do something.
"We were told to see to your ship when you arrived, so the parts you require shall not be an issue. Won't you come with me, the Hellhound has prepared a meal in his personal hall, and would very much like to have conversation with you over a relaxed setting.... away from, prying eyes..."
Aye, now that is kind. I would indeed appretiate if you would look over my ship. If need be, you can send me a bill afterward. Better don't rip me off though, I know the prices.
She says, half joking while taking a glance at Ashwood's arm. Artificial Limbs are not all too common on Buffalo, be it for the lack of available parts or the lack of know-how on how to properly install them so seeing one on Alcatraz was a rather suprising find.
Please show me the way to the 'Hound, that's what I have come here for after all. I hope he know's how to treat a lady properly, especially if he is the one inviting me over to his home.
Last words are for fools who have not yet said enough.
Lady Ashwood gave Petra a small smile as she noticed her gaze upon her metal arm, she lifts it as a visual arch of electricity runs down the arm, signaling a few brutes in the far right corner to stop their game of poker and come along with her, turning to walk out into the Main Hall with Petra, it was far busier here, and the true noise and chaos of the base was revealed as they came out of the entry tunnel, the bruisers forming up around Ashwood and Petra, heavy laser rifles within their grip. One of the most notable features of Alcatraz was the surprisingly large hallways and rooms, nothing like Buffalo, despite being a smaller station by far, it didn't feel claustrophobic, random piles of crates with random rogues, outcasts and a few hackers strewn about in dark corners, all peddling their wares and information. Immediately across the hall was a massive room that was the bar, 3 very large reinforced glass windows overlooking the blazing Californian star, and at least a hundred souls within it's confines past the large gate.
Ashwood kept her professional smile, folding her arms behind her back once more as she turned to the left, a large staircase upward to the bazaar, where the ear rattling sounds of heavy construction could be heard, plenty of yelling, and the occasional gunshot, anyone in her way steered clear due to the heavily armed guards that accompanied her.
"The Hound has a fairly high maintenance Gallic beauty that is just as bloodthirsty as he is for a partner, if he didn't know how to treat a woman, he'd surely be dead."
"On an unrelated note, should your proposal and talks go well, I'm sure you would be interested in adding a Gladiatorial Arena to the long list of profits Alcatraz brings to the Rogue's table. We are currently undergoing the process of constructing one in the bazaar, so among the large market place many already come here for, there will be entertainment of the best kind that people have enjoyed for centuries, bloodshed in the name of a prize."