|Serendipitous Sanctuary|

[Nekrotalis]

Omicron Alpha, when she saw it for the first time Elisabeth was amazed something about the system caught her interest. That was months prior to this moment, back then she had been on a tranport being responsible for a whole shipment of military salvages. Now, sitting inside a much smaller vessel the system didn't loose much of its charm. More than one time she has cursed the Griffin she flew as it certainly was an older model some of its 'lesser important' systems, like the ones for navigation, simply refusing to work for some minutes every now and then. She grew to hate it but it was her only way to reach her destination.

As she now slowly approached Malta, escorted by a pair of Amalfi fighters, she looked over to the Lancia. It was smaller than any carrier she had seen before but at the same time much more elegant and not so bulky. During the time she was approaching the carrier, Elisabeth occupied herself with thinking of what kind of person this Harry Callahan is. Her sister did not tell her much except that he has her full trust but her thoughts get interupted as she had to begin the landing maneuver.

After it was savely inside the hanger and the landing was complete, the cockpit of the Griffin opened. Elisabeth, more or less jumping out of it. The thought of finally being free of that metal box was calming. A few moments later she was greeted by the guards that were sent to pick her and they began walking through the corridors of the Lancia. Two in front of and to two behind her, if anything this completely underlined that she was still on a warship. They arrived at the lounge and the guards let Elisabeth enter, the door closed after she entered.

"You must be Mister Callahan, I am pleased to meet you in person." From her looks she would definetly not been older than 23. She made a pretty relaxed impression, the slight nervousness she felt mostly hidden within her, only her voice would sound a bit more nervous than one would expect.