Goodbye, Kusari

[Char Aznable]

Eta deck, Port Said, Dresden System
28/03/825 AS, 2043 Station time

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The station was unusually busy. For Order stations, that was. That basically meant that this operative that had passed Sora and the little amount of luggage he had brought with him had just done so for the third time. Eta deck was off-limits to most personnel, and only very sparsely lit. A fact that only benefitted her. She planned to make a good first impression.

It had been about two days ago when she had finally managed to breach Bruchsal's perimeter without being detected. The faulty sensor ghosts that plagued the station since a little over a week had made it possible. She had to admit that the smoothness of that operation had surprised her, and almost caused her to be impressed by Fischer - even if had broken the chain of command.
Then, however, her mood had worsened. Like most of the time when she saw this particular person send her a message. And the worst thing is that he wasn't exactly wrong when he had insisted that she still owed him a favor - after all, it had been his computer virus. And his guns.
It frustrated her. Owing this man a favor. Especially since she had no idea who this person was, this 'Sora Kobayashi'. Or how she would be able to make sure that another mouth was fed. Or anything, really. But a word was a word.
She sighed from her position in the shadows behind her fightercraft. It was quite useful that she was still using the old Bastet. It didn't stand out among the other ships docked here, and right now it provided her with a nice way of observing the man without showing herself. He was looking around nervously, trying to orient himself in the darkness of the small hangar. He didn't look like an Order operative. Didn't carry himself like one, and the others hadn't treated him like one either. He definitely did look like a soldier, though. A Blood Dragon?

She leaned back against the cold metal of her ship, tracing the lines with her hand and finding the hull plate she was... ah, there. Pressing the button, she slid in her hand and pulled out a sleek, simple black gun. It fit perfectly with her catsuit, even with the maglock attaching it to her hip. Slowly, she paced behind him, wanted to surprise him. Her eyes were fixed on her target, her 'prey', her steps carried her quicker, in absolute silence. And then...

"Kaa-san?"
She froze on the spot. Had that been... It couldn't be. There was no way the Admiral would send a kid all the way across Sirius. What for would that be? She straightened out, and looked around, and then she noticed it. A small hand, barely visible from the bundle of luggage that was stood next to the man she had tried to surprise. A hand pointing at her.
Frak. So much for the entrance. She looked up, just in time to bring a normal posture and look at least slightly less surprised by the sudden interruption. She even managed to convince her voice to sound firm.
"Been looking for a 'Sora Kobayashi. You don't happen to be that guy, do you?"