I know where you sleep

[Vaelin]

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Vaelin 'Darklight' -

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Ripples of iridescent light flickered across the hull of the Anubis, which was currently stationed within Puerto Rico. An invisible bubble clung to the ship molding its self to its contours. The reactor was being fully utilized to provide a continuous stream of energy to the cloaking system as well as the Jump drive. The Anubis contained a more powerful energy core in due to that all of the crew was android and most of the crew’s quarters re-purposed into storage facilities and served as the cargo hold for the ship while the Cargo hold itself had been extended onto the Core room of the ship. Unlike the more modern Osiris the Anubis still utilized the old cloaking design of the Osiris, however it was not as effective and only had a finite life and the device was not as well maintained as it should be, being the old Osiris had been wreaked and the cloaking device had been one of the projects on the ship. It was because of this origin that that it lacked the requirement of fuel. However what did chew through fuel was the Jump drive that was charging. Light suffocated the ship as the drive came to its crescendo, the effect dissipated on the ships successful jumping. In the surrounding area there was a subtle increase in radiation which would soon die out as well as the excess of energy dispersed. The exit point was within the Westerwald field which helped to hide the entry of the ship. With no contacts within the visual conformation of the ship, the Osiris would uncloak and instead divert the energy to maintaining its stealth equipment which prevented ships from noticing it on the scanners leaving with but one option to find it which was to visually search for it within the dense particle cloud. The location was picked out by the Eye of Horus a Reshepeh reconnaissance cruiser, it used its scrying ability to ensure that the location was outside of the nomad mind field in that system as well as away from the trolls which the information had been gathered from his last visit there just a few days ago. The AI united responsible for outbound related activities actively scanned for any hint of detection, working its way into the nearby lane communication network. The Internal based AI focused on the diagnostics and calibration of the ships systems.

Vaelin looked out over the tactical table which displayed a holographic image of the Anubis within the field on a three dimensional display, the scanners as well as the information from the Reshepeh streamed constantly to the map and it was in this that it was also tracking the other ships within the vicinity of the Anubis, ones that were hostile were shown with a red outline while others with white and green depending on their affiliation, seeming content with this he rose from his seat. He mounted his trench coat which carried coolant tech as he did have a small biological problem of being prone to overheating, something that remained a mystery to even him. He moved out and down the hall way before coming to the elevator that would take him to the ‘safe haven’ wing of the ship which had been prepared for those that were granted access to the ship, it was through this route that he would get into the lower hangers where his Nephthys sat although this was not to be his stallion that he rode in on. His hand traced over the hull of the ship in contemplation. He was wearing a Zoner pilots uniform which he had retained as one of his disguises. Vaelins long hair and beard was gone in exchange for closely cropped hair and being clean shaven. Vaelin entered the bay of the freighter that he had brought from Freeport 9 discreetly as well as the Zoner Identification card. He passed the F.O.W and ship repair supplies which were already squealed for being dropped off in a few minutes time, as Vaelin made the necessary system checks the Anubis would shift its internal bay about placing the freighter at the docking bay doors. The ships engines hummed to life and the transponder of the ship reading as Zoner Frighter X-349 as it was registered, its IFF reading as Zoner. The bay doors would open and the Krestal would make its way out of the ship and realigned its vector to line up with Bruchsal although going for a slingshot vector around planet Holstein.

It was a mercurially short trip to the base and as he approached he had a patrol meet him which also acted as an escort, when he finally reached within range of the hunk of rock he requested docking clearance in advance to prevent having to wait for so long in the queue. When he moored on the station he was met by two of the stations guards who inspected his ship and merchandise while he went to check in with the commodity foreman. He was provided with paper work to fill out while they ran his Id, the gist of it being the relinquishment of his cargo for credits. While the men were unloading the cargo Vaelin gave a pat the foreman’s shoulder announcing that he would be going to the bar for a drink. When he arrived in the bar he made the usual retinue, he scanned the face of all the patrons finding that he recognized none and he saw none of them as particularly inviting. He pitched his body in the direction of the counter and made his way over having a brief conversation with the bartender as he was served a drink. Vaelin sat down at the table with the cold glass of vodka in hand which he had bartered for, He reached to the collar of his shirt where he pulled out two ear plug headphones, which started to blear out music at an almost deafening volume. He spied at his Vodka thumb started tapping on the table to the beat and after a few moments everyone was quite intent on ignoring the man despite the dull ambient music that his device excreted: although this was all a disguise as his left eye held a optical interface lenses and the tapping of his finger were micro commands in relation to Morse code and his thumb contained a very thin and transparent pressure plate which relayed the commands. These commands were received by his PDA device that was molded to his forearm which was now remotely accessing the database of what this ship would hold nothing substantial but what he was looking for was something rather specific.

He spent close to an hour in the bar as he had finished his drink and got into yet another conversation with the designated bartender at that time only talking of rather bland things; sometime during that conversation he had obtained some temporary accommodation on the station. He had deliberately picked the time to arrive in the middle of peoples shifts which there would be less people milling about the station either they’d be getting rest or doing their jobs, at least that’s how it as in theory. He had a few more glasses of Vodka before he left for the accommodation section of the station and more promptly the crew’s quarters. He had disregarded the idea as trying to pass off as one of their pilots as it was a small group and he couldn’t rely that everyone wasn’t known to everyone else here: He would simply have to be cautious about running into other people. The PDA still doing its work with the visual devices having made a loop so that when he passed by he was completely concealed. He moved a hand down to check the PDA’s screen on the matching door number and when it was confirmed he would slide the counterfeit key-card from his PDA’s drive and then insert it into the rooms door controls, when they opened he moved inside and his eyes started to scan over the room. He moved towards the bed and laid down as his eyes traced over the room for whatever novelties or personal touches it might hold but now all that was left to do was wait. - Like a normal person.... Kinda, he was left wondering what her reaction might be and if he should set something up to scare her. delicious mischievous thoughts started to fabricate within his mind.

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