--Two chance meetings--

[Silver]

Silver typed the dock codes and sent it on a wide field broadcast.
A beep signaled that she was accepted.
Not even after five seconds, a massive ship uncloaked and appeared on screens and opened its bay docks.

Her Lynx, the sole remainder of her immense collection of ships, slightly rusted, but still true to its mission, docked on the ship and a couple of bay workers hurriedly started to do its bidding.

With a small jump, her feet touched the ground, and she felt slightly at home again.
Her hair, now in a golden color, longer, was the testament of the year-long retirement in New Paris.

Her name was called. And in french, as it suited the owner of the voice.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[LePew]

A grin was smacked on Pierre's face. It's been a long time since he had seen someone worth being around.

A raised hand caused a rattle of the ship and a soft whine. They were once again out of sight.

The Gaul lowered his hand and walked up to the woman holding out a bottle of 'Jack.

"Not sure how I like the hair. Not sure how you even deal with it."

He turned and talked to a nearby hallway, a crude sign had "VERRE" written in marker was over the entrance. He raised a hand and motioned her to follow without looking back.

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[Silver]

She smiled and quickly accelerated her pace, to get alongside LePew.

"One year in retirement, what can i say? How are things, by the by?"

And suddenly, her personal PDA ranged. Another contact, another contract,
another company trying to know if she was still really alive.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[LePew]

"Most of my time has been spent rebuilding thing damnable ship. Did you know that lunatic completely changed the core of the ship? There isn't any blueprints that follow the design. We are still finding hallways and rooms even after a year."

He rubbed his chin as they turned a corner. His beard had grown a bit and it was clearly bothering him.

"You got a message. Need to take it? If so there should be a range boost beside the bar. Most things are beside the bar actually. Easiest thing to find."

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[Silver]

Her smirk was almost of a predator. Devilish. And tainted.

"Nah. Let them squirm. Let them taste hope. Let them be happy and frightened at the same time."

Silver put the PDA in her pocket and caressed one of the walls of the corridor as they were passing by.

"I am no longer the owner of the company. I am a simple color. With a penchant for death and destruction.
Not my issue. Not my pie at the moment."

A small shiver ran down her spine as the grooves of the wall tickled her fingers.

"Although this tin can probably had seen more bloodshed than me."

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop

[LePew]

"The company isn't as it should be. It's missing something. Too much greed, not enough being."

When Silver touched the walls he smiled.

"You know this place reminds me of home. Nothing here makes sense. The walls are warped, the design is of death, and there's odd things lurking in the halls."

He put his hands on his head, frowning. The entrance to the bar was now in front of them.

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[Silver]

LePew signaled with a hand for Silver to enter first, like a gentleman.
She nodded with a smirk and walked in, thinking about his words.

"The Company needs this. I need this. Everything comes to an end, and leading the Reavers is no different."

She moved towards a table and sat, alongside LePew.

"Obsidian knew it, Crimson knew it, Copper knew it, and so did i. Martin is no different, because he will know it too."

Her serious visage switched to one of excitement and anticipation.

"Now, do tell me the news. There isn't much intel comin' from Sirius to New Paris. Although i got to say, your parties do put us all to shame."

Silver chuckled, remembering a particular instance that involved horses, midgets, two clowns, a ball and peanuts.. And a hefty load of gallic wine.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop