Chemistry | GG / Grub

[Grubozaboyschikov]

Holmfirth Base. A small but busy refueling and cargo depot station in the asteroid field of Manchester. While very hidden, it did not fail to be bustling with activity, ships traveling out and in on their voyages or businesses.

Grubozaboyschikov's Pirate Transport settled down on the docking bay inside Holmfirth Base. The landing gear took the ship to a complete stop, settling down in the hanger. The engines died down fully, shutting off with a crude set of rumbles. Rogue technology wasn't exactly fancy or elegant in its performance or looks.

In contrast, her red dress along with her matching nails, lipstick, and high heals made her look as if she was going out on a date. Her black hair flowed down to her shoulders and a bit past and she had even put on some eyeliner for that added touch. If someone would see her now, they'd mistake her not for a lane hacker. One thing though that would tip her off would be a small cardimine injector along her left upper arm, a small device with a little orange tube that would be giving her just enough cardimine into her blood stream to stay alive. She preferred this over smoking or sniffing the substance, finding it would, especially for dates, mess with her senses.

This wouldn't be any date, though. She gets up from the pilot's chair and fixes her skirt of the dress quickly before walking over to finish flipping the last of the switches. She was alone on the ship and the rest of the crew were already gone in smaller fighters back to Mactan. This was her mission alone and she didn't want any interference. Even from another hacker.

Even so, she contemplated a moment before turning on a tracking signal for the ship. Recording a message quickly, she left it on... just in case things would look worrying. She didn't know what to expect fully when she would walk outside of the ship and meet the Gaian she was contacting before. Even so, a first impression always helped, especially for a woman.

The oxygen tanks filled with the mysterious gas was loaded in the cargo bay. She had checked right before leaving her pilot seat that everything was fine and no gas leaks were present.

Picking up a small purse, she walked over to the exit hatch and exited the ship, wondering if she would find her contact soon.