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The story goes that Lord Moka was locked out of Attica Station, and while the rest of his boys laughed at his misfortune he decided enough was enough. Respect is earned through hard work but one error can whisk that all away... Lord Moka then decided that these fools didn't deserve his leadership and the betrayal by his boys lead him to conclude that he had outgrown the Liberty Rogue primary pack. In his haste, he raged off into the darkness of the Raiden Cloud and jumped into Laptev. He remembered the Junker base there and decided to stop in to think things over. His anger and frustration built up and he started thinking about all that was lost under his command.

He was soon scheming for his future and decided to get in touch with some friends he had hoped were still loyal to him and asked them to secretly meet with him at Leiden Base. He figured that with the right people working with him, he should be able to bounce back to his former glory. He knew he needed to show the galaxy that Moka is still alive and kicking and wishing to regain an empire under his and his brothers and sisters control.

He finished the last of his whiskey and decided to head back to civilised space and see if he can convince them to come join him.

Cap'n Jenkins arrived to Leiden quickly after Boss Moka's call, his ship landed into the station as soon as traffic control gave the green light.

After shutting down all systems, Jenkins gave a quick nod to himself and disembarked, "I wonder what does boss have in mind... one never knows with him... let's go get a drink, am sure he will be around soon" he thought while heading to the station's bar

Leiden Base
It did not take long for Medusa's Werewolf finally docking with the base she was destined for a visit, it was but a small flight from Attica Station after all. What crawled its way out the cockpit though was not what many would ever wish or want seeing in the entirety of their lives.
Medusa does not wait for the gangway closing in and slides down the side of the Werewolf, landing graciously and without much of a sound. Yet her bare feet seem clawing into the docking bay's cold metal ground. She lifts up her hood which is adorned with eye-like markings on either side and gives her, combined with the shape of her hair, the appearance of a snake's mouth with its venomous fangs. The body-length black suit that only goes downwards to her knees and that is leaving her arms shown, together with the aura of sheer and all-consuming mania emanating from her are completing the imminent danger of gloom, doom and murderous intent spreading throughout everyone near and the docking bay as a whole.

Flaying him and have that idiot eating his own skin, not a sweet charm less he deserves.

Whispers airing from her are reaching nearby worker's ears, who first sneer to themselves but then all but shiver once the not only spine-breaking but almost bone-shattering vibes follow her past them.
Doctor Pestilence, the Witch of Slaughter, that scheming demon arrived and she got a bad mood. The insight that something sinister evil has landed is steadily seeping, more by the minute, through the walls of Leiden Base.

Moka

Saberuneko

Medusa