05-18-2017, 10:18 PM
The Bishamom softly touched the bay's floor, exhaust fumes driving away the small particules of space dust and scattered bits of trash, common to busy bays. The entrance side door opened, and Kaze Dagon, still in her black flight suit entered, followed by twelve marines. Two guards quickly saluted and ran to the Bishamon. The marine unit circled it. Kaze leaned over a crate and lit up a cretan cigar and exhaled the sweet smoke, waiting for the Bishamon to open its doors.
"And you're sure you want me to stay here?" the red haired woman asked Ezrael as he stood up from the piloting chair of the Bishamon, just having swallowed and washed down a bunch of pills she gave him, just in case. It was Commander Sherry Aguilar from the Apahanta, who sat in the co-pilot chair. Placing a hand on her shoulder for a moment, Ezrael smiled at her. "I'm an adult and professional now. I even wear underwear today," he told her with a another pat on her shoulder before he put on his black leather jacket and moved towards the door to the corridor, which would lead him to the airlocks of the gunship. "Hey, if they torture me, blow the ship up, right?" he told her, joking, knowing that would be the stupidest move she could do.
A minute later, the airlocks would open and reveal Ezrael Vertiga, probably just the same way Kaze would remember him. He wore a black skin-tight overall that pronouced his athletic stature, and over the upper body he wore additional to that a jacket, simply because it had pockets where he had a PDA and some other stuff that he didn't want to carry around with his bare hands all the time. Looking around, he was less surprised than one would think, given he was surrounded by marines. Spotting the Commodore, he made a move towards her, with the airlocks closing behind him. "I took the liberty of not bringing any escorts or big bald muscle guys to intimidate your marines," he said with a cheeky smirk on his lips as he reached her, stopping about two meters infront of her. "Good evening, Commodore."
"Standard operational security procedure. Any non-bretonian non-military ship is searched, scanned and secured on landing, Mr. Vertiga." Her bionic hand, without the synthetic skin, removed the cigar from her lips and she extended her left hand, this one natural, to shake his hand. "Welcome to the York." Her face had a little oil smudge, her hair was just a tad unkempt and her flight suit somewhat dirty. Obviously, she had been flying, and probably fighting in the last hours. "Thanks for the invitation," he said, reaching out his gloved hand to greet her appropiately. "I take it then you want to scan and search me and my ship?" he asked her, keeping his usual decent smile on his lips, although he had the feeling she was rather not the type of woman that would fall for his charme.
She nodded towards one of the marines, who then issued his orders to his group. Hurrily they started scanning the outside of the ship and three of them entered the vessel. Dagon then turned her head towards Vertiga and her right eye almost catched a glint of cybernetic green with the lighting shift. "Follow me, Mr. Vertiga." She said, taking another intake of the cigar. Her footsteps aimed towards the side entrance, and she dropped the cigar in a small container near the door. Looking back at the Bishamon and how they accessed it, he slightly bit his lower lip. There was nothing worrisome on the ship. Sherry wouldn't have any problems with the marines. She knew how the formalities were from her time in the Core, as she was one of the defectee that joined Vertiga. Turning around to follow Kaze, Ezrael put up his rather unbothered expression, looking at Kaze to take the opportunity and check how she was shaped. "May I ask, what made it necessary for me to show up in person? Anything specific that we couldn't have talked about via comms?"
"And you're sure you want me to stay here?" the red haired woman asked Ezrael as he stood up from the piloting chair of the Bishamon, just having swallowed and washed down a bunch of pills she gave him, just in case. It was Commander Sherry Aguilar from the Apahanta, who sat in the co-pilot chair. Placing a hand on her shoulder for a moment, Ezrael smiled at her. "I'm an adult and professional now. I even wear underwear today," he told her with a another pat on her shoulder before he put on his black leather jacket and moved towards the door to the corridor, which would lead him to the airlocks of the gunship. "Hey, if they torture me, blow the ship up, right?" he told her, joking, knowing that would be the stupidest move she could do.
A minute later, the airlocks would open and reveal Ezrael Vertiga, probably just the same way Kaze would remember him. He wore a black skin-tight overall that pronouced his athletic stature, and over the upper body he wore additional to that a jacket, simply because it had pockets where he had a PDA and some other stuff that he didn't want to carry around with his bare hands all the time. Looking around, he was less surprised than one would think, given he was surrounded by marines. Spotting the Commodore, he made a move towards her, with the airlocks closing behind him. "I took the liberty of not bringing any escorts or big bald muscle guys to intimidate your marines," he said with a cheeky smirk on his lips as he reached her, stopping about two meters infront of her. "Good evening, Commodore."
"Standard operational security procedure. Any non-bretonian non-military ship is searched, scanned and secured on landing, Mr. Vertiga." Her bionic hand, without the synthetic skin, removed the cigar from her lips and she extended her left hand, this one natural, to shake his hand. "Welcome to the York." Her face had a little oil smudge, her hair was just a tad unkempt and her flight suit somewhat dirty. Obviously, she had been flying, and probably fighting in the last hours. "Thanks for the invitation," he said, reaching out his gloved hand to greet her appropiately. "I take it then you want to scan and search me and my ship?" he asked her, keeping his usual decent smile on his lips, although he had the feeling she was rather not the type of woman that would fall for his charme.
She nodded towards one of the marines, who then issued his orders to his group. Hurrily they started scanning the outside of the ship and three of them entered the vessel. Dagon then turned her head towards Vertiga and her right eye almost catched a glint of cybernetic green with the lighting shift. "Follow me, Mr. Vertiga." She said, taking another intake of the cigar. Her footsteps aimed towards the side entrance, and she dropped the cigar in a small container near the door. Looking back at the Bishamon and how they accessed it, he slightly bit his lower lip. There was nothing worrisome on the ship. Sherry wouldn't have any problems with the marines. She knew how the formalities were from her time in the Core, as she was one of the defectee that joined Vertiga. Turning around to follow Kaze, Ezrael put up his rather unbothered expression, looking at Kaze to take the opportunity and check how she was shaped. "May I ask, what made it necessary for me to show up in person? Anything specific that we couldn't have talked about via comms?"