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The purple nebulae this system was located in could trigger a day of melancholia for some who were unlucky enough to make this place a part of their voyage. Under the brightness of its sad, blue star laid in wait an old, abandoned vessel, completely still and silent as death. With its decrepit hull, the best of its years were far in the past and now it was left to rust in the middle of nowhere; a delicious sight for any junker looking for a few pieces of scrap metal, but mostly uninteresting for everyone else.

As the Forlorn Hope pilots cruised closer however, it flickered alight, shone pale and bright through many of its apparently still intact windows. They would immediately receive a hail from the ship which seemed to have been playing dead until now:

"Just in time, beyonders. Take hangar bays one and two, you're cleared to dock."

A gate would slip open for them from the modest belly of the ship, with a green light leading them on towards their goal.

Nick shakes his head at the ship. It was large, and clearly aged. Despite this, he couldn't help but feel a moment of awe as he brought his Marlin in to make the docking run. He'd never seen a Pilgrim liner up close before, and this one had clearly been through more than most. Carefully bringing his ship into dock, Nick examines the inside of the ship. While it like a bucket of rust and bolts from the outside, he could tell already that it was simply a the effect of long years and maintenance in space. The inside, while not exactly military grade clean, nor Junker style cluttered, indicated a certain discipline, and frequent use.

Locking his ship down into the spot he was directed to inside Hanger 1, Nick tests the comm system before preparing to leave his ship. "Alright Elena, lets see what Mr. Thrax's associate wants from us. I swear, if we have to blow our way out of here like we did on that Junker base, I'll personally make sure you never find us a mission again." Nick says with a smile, as he hops out the cockpit of his ship, and takes a few steps into the hanger. Rolling his shoulders he looks around, and not wanting to wander off into the depths of an unfamiliar ship, Nick decides that whoever it is that brought them out here, clearly knows they are on-board the ship, and furthur instructions will be along shortly. Nevertheless, Nick speaks softly to himself as he waits. "One combat knife. One pistol. One Communication Device. One set of playing cards. One civilian rated bodysuit. Yep, looks like that's everything." Leaning against his ship, Nick watches as Elena comes into dock, and waits.

As Elena finally approached the Liner that was seemingly drifiting around in dead space without any signal of hustle and bustle, she couldn't help but raise her brows in an act of awe. Surely this craft had already long past its former prime, still however its aquired rough look was somewhat fitting to its overall shape and keeping its ownership in mind. It was a gruff beauty, she thought, especially since guarded by the silent scenery the liner looked like having found its peace in pleasant solitude. Letting the autopilot do most of the work, she decided to lean back in her seat, having a closer look at the hull's details while her Sabre got ever closer to the hangar bay.

Hearing Nick talking over the comm channel made her smile briefly, reminding her of the last time he and Elena had decided to meet somebody on a Junker base. It was definitely not an experience she needed to make a second time at all cost, but as long as the person they were meeting soon didn't play around with EMP devices, everything should go well this time. "Not my fault you like to blow stuff up", she replied with a grin on her face.

After the Sabre had landed herself in Bay 2, Elena hopped out of it in usual fashion, bursting with energy as always. Looking around, she could clearly recognize a very well known, tall figure on the other side of the hangar. While she strided towards her companion Nick, she herself as well gave thought to whether she hadn't forgotten anything that she maybe could use soon. Her two pistols were again attached to her belt, the comm device in one of her trouser pockets. As she swiftly looked at her own reflection on a random cockpit's glass, she'd be quite happy the way she was looking. "Could be better, but also far worse", she mumbled.

Approaching Nick, she'd wave slightly, giving him a friendly smirk. "Honestly though, if you blow up something this time, I won't get you this NEMP bomb you're asking for christmas." Blinking for a moment, she then turned more serious again. "Anyways, have you seen the mysterious, shadowy figure that wants to talk to us this time already?"

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