Meeting the Knight

[Ramke]

An Avenger was already waiting in space near the Freeport for the Lane Hacker. The moment Graves came into the ship's light of sight, coordinates lit up on the ship's console screen. Whitaker, meanwhile, was very upset. Finished tapping the console to send the co-ordinates, without a word, she turned on impulse engines heading towards their destination, with the expectation of Graves to follow.

The silence was in some part because of exhaustion, but primarily it was just the snarky pilot in the ship behind hers. Not only was he annoying, but he just straight up said she'd fit being something she despised with a passion - a criminal. The words were playing on repeat in her mind, like nails on a chalkboard. "Urgh!" she grunted, slamming the armrest of the pilot's chair, the sound reverberating in the cockpit. At least it put a temporary distraction to her mind...

Seeing the particles heading towards Graves' engines, she began charging the cruise engine as well, blowing forward with the Lane Hacker ship just right behind her. After navigating the asteroids for a while, Harmony was in sight. The only home left for Whitaker and her colleagues, despite its under-maintained condition. Many would consider it an odd sight, a dreadnought of this size in an asteroid field, but there was no option to be picky for Harmony. It was the most immediate safe place after narrowly escaping the following Navy group, and turned out to be quite convenient after establishing relationships with the Unioners here. A very questionable choice for Whitaker, but she had to live with it regardless. She slowly made her ship come to a grinding halt near the dreadnought, tapping a few buttons and opening a communication channel with the capital ship.

"Harmony, this is Lt. Layla Whitaker, I've finished my escort mission with the Rear Admiral's guest. Requesting permission for both ships to dock." The ship was hit by a small flash, dimming the lights of the monitors for a split second. The powerful scanners were checking the ship thoroughly.

"Permission granted, welcome home, Whitaker."