Sara admired the Chimaera, running her hand over the hull.
"Thought you'd like it" Amy smiled, appearing in the doorway behind Sara.
Amy had the ship assembled for Sara, so that she could better work with Amy without arousing too much suspition around Kusari.
"I had it equipped to mirror my own, welcome to the 'KNF'" Amy smiled, "Sara, I have a new task for you"
Amy approached Sara and placed her hand on her shoulder, Sara's mind was pulled away again.
She saw a GMG Heavy Fighter, a young. female Order Agent. The Agent was studying some Nomad symbols, a man was sat across from her in the bar.
The Agent was comparing samples of some blue liquid, writing notes. Sara saw her weilding a knife, pouncing at a target, her face without emotion, the blood splattering her pretty petit dress.
The Agent awoke, pulling her knees up into her chest, tears rolling down her cheek. Her past was haunting her.
She was admiring a Nomad, a fighter drone, the emotions of the Nomad filled Sara's mind, curiosity, warmth.
Next she was thrown back into the hanger, she stumbled forward, collapsing. Amy caught her and steadied her, Sara's body still not quite used to the things Amy showed her.
"Soon the Agent will come to Kusari, I need you to keep her safe until it is time to strike"
That had been three hours ago- she was admittedly still not quite used to that level of mental contact, but not disliking it quite so much anymore. Things were easier to understand- no longer fragments, but rather coherent, understandable. Even enjoyable, at times ... She shook her head, her eyes coming back into focus after her brief lapse into thought, the green fogs and shifting rocks of Omicron-92 sharpening in her eyes. Despite the scanner blackout, she had her contacts to give her co-ordinates across, and she was fast approaching Omicron Minor.
A few moments later, she had cut engines directly over the jump hole- hitting the jump-drive in a risky maneuver- the hole activating instantly, rocketing the Blossom through to Minor in a matter or seconds, and locking in a course to the battleship Isis, planning on querying any Order forces there as to the location of the Karasu pilot.
She cuts engines about a Kilometre away from the battleship, which was surrounded by a light carrier, Fighters, bombers- But a single fighter stood out from the rest. That particular Lieutenant was pushy, and very suspicious of everything in general. He had revoked her passage back to Omicron Minor from her escapade into Alaska, unwittingly playing into her plan to be escorted into New York, and gain knowledge on how to circumvent the minefield protecting the NY/Alaska Stargate.
Opening short range comms, she began to query the Order ships about a very particular Order Pilot, a researcher, flying a Karasu. At first- the Order captains and pilots were confused- one drew uncomfortably close, aiming his armaments at my cockpit, and I politely told him to back off- on private comms of course, which he did, more to his benefit than mine, I'll admit. I have an uncanny ability to escape even under insurmountable odds.
Within a few moments, she had garnered a name, a location and Georgias' course of action for almost a week. But if she was anything, it was thorough. Feigning urgency- she asked the Lieutenant for permission to berth on the Isis temporarily. Oddly, it was a simple matter to get to Browns temporary quarters, and easier still to get in. After a few moments on her personal computing unit, she had it s innards laid out in front of her- Full access.
She muttered as she reviewed Georgia Browns' previous encounters with the nomads, what she knew, her findings- a lot of things she had already seen and understood, and other things that were new, but quickly understood as she reviewed them. Her fingers drifted across the display, writing up a message.
"Miss Brown, I am acting under the assumption that you will be entering Kusari after your investigations on the Planet Gaia.
When you enter Kusari space, I am to act as your escort, Miss Brown- as you work on whatever it is you are doing, in Kusari.
I wish you good luck on Gaia, and am certainly looking forward to meeting yourself in person soon.
As an after note, I believe you and I will be becoming more acquainted and accustomed to each other soon enough, as we share certain interests and goals, deep down it seems."
She stepped back, deactivating the computer after wiping prints, type-logs and failed access attempts from the software, stepping back out into the hall nonchalantly, making for the docking bay at speed. Within a few minutes, she was back out in open space- racing towards the Omicron-92 wormhole, back to Tohoku.
Before she left, she had written up a transmission, a mirror of the message left on Georgias computer- sending it directly to her ship. And with that, she faded out of Omicron Minor- back into the peaceful swirling depths of Omicron-92.
