*As the clouds of the ice field pass by, the view of an all too familiar station begins to come into view. Bret stands up at the helm, Naoko hovering nearby at the controls as the rest of the family sits comfortably at their seats. As the view of the station comes into full view, Bret reaches over on the nearby console, taking ahold of a simmering cup of tea and taking a few sips* Bret: Well...Here we are...Freeport 1...Naoko...Hail the station..Tell them we wish to dock... Naoko: //Sir...Yes Sir..Hailing station and requesting docking permission...Sir...Two shuttlecraft are enteringthe area...One Civilian and one Bretonian...The OCV-Bane.of.the.Wolf is also stationed and sends its greetings Sir\\ *Bret smiles as the smaller of the two craft does a fly-by, a pair of paws in the waving as Naoko flashes brightly as the ship console sounds off a collision warning* Vixen: They like to make an entrance... Bret: You got that right...Hehe... Naoko: //Sir..The Station master has granted us clearance to dock Sir\\ Bret: Good..Take us in then...It'll be good to see everyone...
==20 minutes later--Freeport Reception area==
*As the doors on the lift open, out walks the the smiling bunch, A small cry from licentia catches the attention of a few others talking near the reception desk, making them turn and join the crowd in smiles and hugs* Feya: Hey did you like that flyby?..That was my idea... Evyn: She pushed me into it... *Daniel and Bret both look at each other and shake their heads as a nearby Receptionist heads their way* Receptionist: Thank you again for coming to Freeport 1. We have the hall you requested ready for you and meals will be served within the hour...This way please...
==10 minutes later--Reception Room 4==
*The group follows the receptionist until they reach the series of doors, the receptionist bowing as the doors open* Receptionist: I will let you be and direct your other guests as they arrive.. Agatha: I think we can handle ourselves just in case... *She pulls out her sidearm and holds it upright, Bret frowning at her as she does* Receptionist: Oh...Alright..I'll...I'll let you all be then... *As the gentleman walks out, Evyn walks over, taking the pistol away, Feya frowning a bit as she takes a seat* Feya: Well...All we can do now is have a drink from the bar and wait for everyone else to arrive..
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
From the direction of Bretonia, a pair of fighters exited the lane; a Raven's Talon and an Order Nephthys.
"Freeport One, this is Jeremy Hunter, me and my friend are requesting docking clearance."
"Roger. You have clearance to dock. Whats the Order doing here?"
"A get-together."
"Roger that."
Jeremy coasted toward the docking bay, flying past a Corvo cruiser. As the Nephthys and RT docked and settled down, Jeremy hid his Phalanx pistol in a side pocket. Climbing out of his faithful fighter, Jeremy saw Izzy climb down from her RT, helping a little girl down. When the girl had touched the ground, she ran over and hugged Jeremy. Izzy joined them.
After asking the Receptionist about them, he chuckled about the response. The man would have retortes to this white-clad boy, but the Eye of Horus and Colonel's bars insignias on his collar made him think twice.
"Licanthropes? You mean that group with the pistol-waving wolf woman? Down the hall, can't miss them."
The the trio walked to the hall. Entering, and seeing only Bret's family, Jeremy grinned.
"So, Im guessing that we get the good party favors?" Jeremy said.
A solitary roc comes from out of the field from above, the computer initiating automatic docking procedures.
One moored in the bay, a tall woman with pale hair and skin slowly gets out, her simple dress doing not much to hide the fact she is with child.
Making her way to the reception area, she just hands in her invitation, and when led to the hall, quietly walks over to Daniel, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Her posture and stance is such that she appears somewhat nervous or out of place, holding a soda instead of alcohol.
"I made it... sorry im late, had to listen to one of the LWB prattle on at the gate for a while."
A member of the ubiquitous Border Worlds line of transport deftly slides out of the terminating ring of the tradelane link map-wise West of Freeport One.
Despite being externally no different to any of the other thousands upon thousands in her class, this particular vessel issued a resplendent gleam, reflecting the bright, unfiltered light of Omega-3's solitary sun off her meticulously polished stainless steel "streamliner" body shell. The vessel upon being returned to subliminal speed by the lanes' braking system diverted from the rings' terminus and closed in on the Freeport.
The station control of Freeport one, vigilant as always, intercepts the new arrival immediately. A younger female's voice breaks over the radio, piercing through the deathly silence of the ice-laden space surrounding the station.
This is Freeport One to Junker trade convoy. Identify yourselves.
The transport's captain, well versed in this most basic procedure of space flight, harps her well revised reply with an intentionally clear, businesslike compliance before firing off an automated data packet towards the communication tower of the freeport.
This is Junkers. Red. Six; submitting data.
A few seconds later the woman replies, the inhuman nature of the radio occasionally confusing the weary traveller into believing that the station itself is talking - a very alarming experience when one realises it.
Received your transmission Junkers. Red. Six. What is your destination?
A question that may strike some as being redundant, however, Freeport One stands at the junction of one of the busiest interstellar highways in Sirius - ships from all destinations within Bretonia and Rheinland - indeed beyond both - being funnelled through these same tradelane links.
We're from the Cambridge system. We're headed for Freeport One.
Before the station operator could even issue a reply, the transport's captain was well aware of what it would be. The myriad of large craft idling around the base meaning only one thing. Preparing for a deft and witty imitation, the captain takes a breath.
Understood. Pattern is full. You will be cleared to proceed when it's free. Understood. Pattern is full. You will be cleared to proceed when it's free.
Of course, a stranger to this nonsense may not have yet realised the "woman" exchanging over the radio was, in fact, a computer voice recording run by a semi-intelligent communication program.
The captain sighs in mild disappointment and begrudgingly sets about aligning herself to the end of the queue of other cumbersome vessels waiting for their turn to squeeze in and out of the station. Although there were facilities for mooring many ships the size of In Silico, the space surrounding them was not quite as accommodating; demanding only one craft at a time manoeuvre around - to prevent the undesired "mating" of ships.
Just occurred to me. These guys won't know it's me until I show up at the front door. Hah! Sneak attack.
Minutes passed as the plethora of large craft shuffled about, some departing as others arrived, until it was the Silico's turn to dock.
Junkers. Red. Six. You are cleared for docking bay four.
Vixen looked around at the arriving guests, the crowd steadily thickening as more and more arrived. She cradled Licentia easily in one arm, a gentle rocking silencing quiet protests of her lack of attention, and leaned over, gently kissing Bret on the cheek. "It seems its all starting to come together, hmm? Its just unfortunate that not everyone is on their way..." Looking across the room, a warm setting was already starting to appear- Daniel and his 'date', who's name had once again embarresingly escaped her grasp, causing a memory of her and Bret many months ago. Jeremy and Izzy, wearing warm smiles as they arrived, which Vixen returned despite some not-so-fond occurances between Jeremy's friends and herself...and various others around the room as ships passed by the window, the most fond being a Salvager which signalled the arrival of her own crew.
Yes.
Everything was coming together very nicely indeed.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Shortly after a Blossom fighter docks with the station, a young woman wearing a jet black kimono walks into the room, looking around and quickly seeing Vixen. She runs up to her, hugging her with one arm while holding a sleeping newborn in the other. "Vixen! I haven't see you in forever!" She takes a step back, smiling. "How have you been?"
The TAZ built Corvo medical cruiser "Estium" made its way using the charts and courses Jim had compiled over the years.
House authorities didnt like ships with a certain amount of power to wield going back and forth willy nilly.. But the Corvo designs beauty was that it could fly well out of range of survey and checkpoint sensors.
The Estium was able to dock after finding an already filled up parking que.
"Figures im late.. Welp Tinny keep the ship locked down and Im going to Go aboard and see where Brets holding this thing.." Jim said to his mechanical companion.
The older man managed to find a sign pointing to a reception hall. .. And meandered over into that direction keep his ears open for anyone who he might know besides Bret himself or the crew of the maverick 4 or 5.
Vixen laughs softly, returning the hug. "I've been great. I don't really fly all that much, anymore, I spend most of my time with Bret...Still like to take the Domus out for a spin now and then, but not often. It gives me more time to take care of her, though..." She looks down at the little bundle of fur in her arms, now drifting to sleep from the gentle movements of her mother's arms. "So, how's things with you and Rick?"
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Jeremy had taken over a small table and had vodka for him and Izzy, and a soda for Rika. Getting up, he made his way to Vixen. After waiting until she and another woman had finished speaking, Jeremy sighed.
![[Image: 9glcth.jpg]](http://oi51.tinypic.com/9glcth.jpg)
![[Image: 2905741860076806551S600x600Q85.jpg]](http://inlinethumb19.webshots.com/42962/2905741860076806551S600x600Q85.jpg)
![[+]](/forums/images/collapse_collapsed.png "[+]")
![[Image: jeremy10.png]](http://i40.servimg.com/u/f40/16/80/35/65/jeremy10.png)
![[Image: lunasig2.png]](http://i265.photobucket.com/albums/ii202/Mitraies/lunasig2.png)
![[Image: Reuniontitle.gif]](http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn23/beyer_garratt/Discovery%20Freelancer/Reuniontitle.gif)
![[Image: DatAssSig.gif]](http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn23/beyer_garratt/Discovery%20Freelancer/DatAssSig.gif)
![[Image: 4O2YE70.gif]](https://i.imgur.com/4O2YE70.gif)
![[Image: 5bcml50.png]](https://i.imgur.com/5bcml50.png)
