It was Thursday evening already. She spent all the day sleeping and when she waked up, she had the feeling she was forgetting something.
She remembered it as she was warming up some freeze-dried food. She told Carrie she would try to find her father.
And.... She received a call from her, giving her some infos to help her...
But then she moved to her bed and just slept all day long...
She finished to warm up the food and started to eat voraciously. She didn't eat today!
She then checked again the files Carrie sent her and rolled her eyes, smiling. How could that Andrew be so cute anyway!?
The girl moved to the cockpit and checked her whereabouts... She was in Corcovado... Far from the dawrf sun.. Seems the unicorn derivated a lot!
She powered on the engines and headed to Curacao...
What would happen? She will find out!
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It was a busy evening on TP-23:Poseidon traffic control center.
Well... Tyler had seen worse.. A dozen of ships were caught by the sensors of TP-23, and only a couple of them requested to land.
He liked his job. It was a safe one, and the place was beautiful. His wife and his daughter were living in LA... He couldn't see them as often as he would like to but hey! He was earning his living and the company offered him and his family fantastic holidays...
TP-23:Poseidon was one of those numerous tourism platforms built by Orbital Spa and Cruise. A lot of rich libertonians were spending time there. It was funny sometimes to observe that fauna...
His mind was wandering a bit too much. He was thinking about the last communication he received from his wife... Seems the little Emma had troubles in school... He would have to talk more to Mary about this...
The overseer McFinn tapped on his shoulder "Incoming unknown signal" "I got it, sir" Tyler focused back to his console.
He raised an eyebrow when the pilot sent his callsign. It was vaguely disturbing. Perplexed, he contacted the ship. "Devil Unicorn, this is TP-23 traffic control. Decline your identity."
An appealing voice answered "Hey there, love... Hmm... Who am i? A nice girl?" "Ahem... Decline your identity and affiliation please, Devil Unicorn." "Hmmm...?" There was a short blank "Zoner? Annnd... My name is Concordia?"
He then received from the ship the indentity metadata and nodded. Everything appeared to be in order... "Granted to land. Slot five..."
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A tired sabre landed on TP-23. Some guards appeared and took position around the ship.
They waited there a few minutes but the airlock of the hold remained closed...
The chief nodded and they approached the airlock, preparing to circumvent the lock security.
That sabre was almost a wreck and it was easy for them to open the door of the hold.
Suspicious, they drew their guns. "The place is rather peaceful... But you never know what can happen.... So many scum in this universe..." whispered the chief. His men nodded and stepped in the hold.
It was such a bloody mess inside! Joe, the veteran of the security team paid by OSC never saw such a thing during his long career.
Seeing this, they vaguely expected to encounter a wild predator... Maybe an imported tiger who escaped from his cage...
They started to search in the hold.
Damian, the youngest guard, used the extremity of his gun to lift an underwear lying on the small bed "What the..."
"You like them?" A girl sticked out her head out of a small shower cabin. "Erm..." "What are you doing here anyway? I was taking a shower..."
Joe gave a sidelook at the cabin partition. The girl's body almost could be guessed...