Shortly after the last message left by the leader of Fae Wing, the eccentric Skripto's flagship Telemakhos received a notification that a crewman from the mercenaries awaited him in the eighth Shasta hangar. "And where is he now? I won't wait forever..." - thought Isabelle, courting the hangar, waiting for someone to pick her up.
It looks like she was not entirely happy about the prospect of being among those in whom there is no confidence.
Suddenly a red carpet rolled over the floor of Hangar 8, finishing at the feet of the Fae newcomer. A vent opened above her, releasing yellow apple-shaped balloons and some confetti. A rather dirty greaser wearing his technician dungarees approached her. He tried to look happy, but his face showed a life of misery. On behalf of the Temporary Autonomous Zoners, I welcome you. He said in the most monotonous voice. He then gave Isabelle her passcard. Use this to come in and out the Telemakhos. He pointed at a rusty Salvager Frigate moored in the hangar.
As he showed her the way, he explained: Gypsie will join us once we arrive on Brunswick Shrine. He said you should take his... the cabin. He then looked at her for the first time in the eyes. It is a great honor. The rest of us sleep in hammocks below deck.
They climbed the ramp and entered the ship, where the Yellowshirts greeted the new guest. That door over there leads to Gyp's... Your cabin. Come, I'll show you the gun port.
The girl obviously did not expect SUCH a reception. As soon as the welcome extravaganza was over, she finally found words in herself. - Is this how you greet every newcomer, or am I some kind of special guest? And your captain gave me his cabin... This is even more unexpected than such a bright reception. By the way, my name is Isabelle-Celine Morel, and I'm glad to meet you, monsieur?...
There was no trace of her former displeasure. Moreover, now a healthy interest even took possession of her. She has met all sorts of people in her life, but never before so unusual.
Just call me DHD. You're our first guest since James Trenton, the leader of the Junker Congress, lived on board with us. He pointed to the Yellowshirts. We're all of Junker origin. Joined Gyp after his little exodus in Puerto Rico a while back.
That's why Gyp don't mind sleeping in a hammock. He has lived like a Junker before. He figured we should better leave comfort for you, since we do not know how you like to travel.
- Oh, I am very grateful to you! Of course, every woman prefers comfort, but I'm used to barracks too. I was a gunner in the Royal Navy until... Um. I decided that their values do not suit me and it is worth changing the "employer".
You say that everyone of your crew was in the Junkers before. Why did you decide to leave your past life and join Monsieur Scripto?
She was very interested in the story, and therefore, until there was a meeting with the captain of this ship, she wanted to assess the situation and the crew as objectively as possible.
The moment the GRN was mentioned, every Yellowshirt looked the other way, trying not to make eye contact with Isabelle. They then resumed their tasks in the ship. The war is the past now, but those were some very rough years here in Baffin I was told. The threat above TAZ heads when the GRN where overrunning the Taus was a heavy burden. They entered the gun port, where a single gunner could command all GMG turrets. Don't worry, Gypsie's true nemesis was The Order, not you Gauls. Get familiar with these... I'll start the engine. It's a short trip to Brunswick Shrine.
- We didn't have too many choices, if you know what I mean. And after what happened at Leeds, a lot of people turned their backs on the Crown. This war is in the past, but the scars still hurt even here, on all of you. Well, I want to state that you should not see me as an enemy. Moreover, there are no downed TAZ ships in my memory. But, can you tell me more about the situation with the Order? What happened there?
While the conversation was going on, Isabelle carefully looked around the gunner's seat, sat down in a chair, and even turn on the weapon systems for testing.
Sure, join me on the bridge. They started walking through the corridors, and up a ladder, until they reached the jungle they called "bridge". Inside it, a lot of Gran Canaria Gold plants grew in pots, though some of the dirt was also on the floor. The smell of weed impregnated the whole room, even with no one somoking. The Order barged in some time ago, demanded explanations on some TAZ big ship's drive. The thing is massive, and irradiates a force field that is unique in it's kind. They thought it had something to do with Nomads...
That's when Gypsie had a great idea. Told Michel Golanski that he'd hand the ship over and be compliant, but instead he jumped it to Coalition territory. The whole thing is the stuff of legends aroud Baffin!
The girl burst into ringing laughter, holding one hand to her stomach and the other to the railing of the bridge, so as not to accidentally fall into the hole to the pilot and navigator. -Oh, I wish I could see their faces! Especially Golanski's face! We have encountered these terrorists before. They always pretended to be incomprehensible what. Puffing with their importance "like godfather to the King".
- I'm already looking forward to meeting Monsieur Scripto! That was really a feat! Besides, I have a present for him from the commander.
The rest of the trip was uneventful. Gallia had always been a matter of interest for Junkers, so DHD bombarded Isabelle with questions of everyday life in that sector. As soon as they entered the Barrier Nebula, he became quieter though. It was visible that the huge ice cloud made him unconfortable. Soon, Brunswick Shrine became visible to the naked eye in front of them. At last... I'll go tell the man himself we're ready to bring him in, and I'll tell the crew to refuel. You can wait here or visit the Bowling Alley.