Her entry vector brings her in line with Malta's star. The shine from the cardamine fields is beautiful, but blinding, hindering her view of the rendezvous. To be sure of the landing arrangements, she makes a quick pass rolling her shuttle on its side to get a better view. Tyria recognizes the freighter on the platform, a friend, to be sure. Tyria sets her Pelican down gently, her bow facing the figures she sees standing ahead. Grabbing a jacket from her quarters, she walks through the cargo hold toward the ramp. With a deep breath she gathers her will. She had tried cardamine once, some time ago. It's addiction was quick to take hold, but she has resisted it so far. Being in a field of the it, will take a lot of effort on her part. Ready, she lowers the ramp and exits.
"Steven, I didn't know you'd be here. Nice to know I'll be working with someone familiar."
Tyria moves to shake hands with Steve, but stops and faces their host.
Malta. Home to addicted psychopaths of all shades, thought Rose. The strangely dressed man, decorated in Outcast religious symbolism and wearing his robe of the Cross Clergy, was a pimple on the flawed skin of the platform that sat a top of the cardamine fields of the infamous Malta. As her eyes swept over the crops that danced and swayed in the gentle breeze, Rose couldn't help but feel excluded from their culture by being addicted to the toxic Nox.
She shrugged it off, and met with the Clergyman and her fellow Gallic Junkers.
"Bonjour, monsieurs and madame." she stuck her hand out for a hand shake.
Pacho took notice of the 3 Junkers and dipped his head slightly in appreciation. He glances at Squigs, then at Regalia and then finally at the third person whos name he didn't fully catch. He raises his left hand up with some parchment in his hand. This had the list of names an instructions of what to do with the next.
"Senor Squigs, Senorita Regalia and... I am assuming you are Senorita Rose? " He double checks his parchment again. "Forgive me, i did not catch your name" He scrumples up the parchment and places it in his lower pocket. "Please, follow me."The Junkers heads turn to look at Pacho and without a word they follow him into the hanger.
In front of them stood a fairly large hanger which took everyone by surprise. Pacho started to walk to the hanger. He turned back, noticing that everyone's gaze was upon the hanger. He sighed and whistled, gathering their attention. As soon as the three Junkers noticed they were far behind, they quickly caught up and followed Pacho into the hanger.
"Please, do not touch anything and follow me straight though the Hanger."Pacho quickly mentioned, hoping that everyone would take it in. "You could end up damaging one of these ships and we don't want that to happen! Anyway, please follow me though this door!"Pacho reached out for the door handle and pulled the door to him. He stood by the door, waiting for everyone to walk past. Closing the door behind him, he quickly takes the lead once more.
Pacho lead the three down a very long corridor until he approached a room the said No Hay Entrada, meaning "No Entry". He knocked on the door and slowly opened it. At the table sat Isabel Ramos flickering though the papers, preparing herself for the Junkers. On hearing the knocking and the door opening, she glanced over to the door noticing Pacho.
"Pacho, do you have the Junkers with you?"
"Yes, Senorita Ramos." He pushes the three Junkers into the room. He closes the door behinds them and heads back to the hanger.
"Senor Squigs, Senorita Regalia and Senorita Rose. Welcome to Planet Malta. Please, take a seat. " and as instructed, everyone took a seat.
"As I previously explained to you, I am going to need you three to help me out in a dangerous mission." She throws a couple of files across the table. "Look at these and read them please. Whilst you are reading them, I will give you a quick overview of what we are going to undertake and why we need your help. " She takes a small sip of water to quenche her thirst before she started to talk.
"For some time now, the Crimson Cross has had its eyes on a high priority target, codenamed Black Dragon One. Black Dragon One is a Valor Class Battleship, owned by the Royal Navy. Details for why we need this ship are not for you to know, but just know that it's vitally cruitial to us for what we need. Now, we know that a full frontal attack will be completly suiside and we think we have a way around this. "
"We have monitored patrol routes and supply lines to and from battleships and we see that there has been a pattern with their supply lines. We will use this to our advantage. We have obtained an EFL transport that is currently being modified right now on Valetta shipyard. This transport may be the key to our victory. "
"Battleships need regular supplies from nearby stations of food, water and oxygen to keep personel happy and fit for service. What we are going to do is" She pauses for a second, takes another sip of her drink and proceeds to talk. "Is that we'll be supplying the Battleships food, oxygen and water. However, this will be no normal supplies. We have had supplies predrugged up with Cardamine. Once these supplies have been eaten and digested by personel on the ship, they will surely melt and become, well lets say high on Cardamine. This will make them very drozy and lazy providing less of a resiatance then we'd have to face origionally. "
"Now, here's where you guys come in. The Crimson Cross have no Gallic people or anyone fuelant in the Gallic language and if we were to use our Outcasts, we'd surely be detected. We need you three to help ofload the supplies onto the Valor. We'll do the rest."
"I am also a women of my word. If you recall, i mentioned something about a reward. If you have anything in mind, speak up now. Otherwise I can wire some credits to your neural net accounts if all goes to plan. So, are you in or are you out? It is up to you."
She glances over all three of the Junkers once again, taking yet another sip of her drink.
"I'm sure your credit payment will be fine, its always nice to help out our friends from Malta." Steve smiled slightly and looked at the other two, trying to judge their responses
Tyria doesn't know what to say, credits are nice, but she can get those anywhere, from anyone. This is the Crimson Cross, certainly they have something far more interesting to offer. She begins to wonder what she could want from them.
Tyria shakes her head.
"I'm sorry, Isabel, but credits are for when you do a job, for an employer, work and be compensated. This is nothing of the sort, this is me doing a friend a favor. My only request is that I'll be able to call upon a friend some time in the future."
A rich, religious sect that is giving me anything I want? This too good to be true..
"Madame Ramos," Rose reasoned "while many conventional Junkers will ask for a large payout, I must ask of a different reward."
She yawns, still tired from the trip to Malta.
"Nox. I need 5 crates full of the drug loaded into my storage shelter on Invergordon. Looking over these files here, I think I may already have a plan. But I'd much rather discuss this in private, since the nature of Junkers is to be thieves or profiteers." Rose glanced at the other Junkers around her, a sense of distrust written on her face.
Tyria sighs. Clearly this will be a difficult task if there is no trust in the room.
"Speak for yourself, mademoiselle." Tyria leans forward in her chair. "That sentiment only speaks to the company that you might keep. I myself try not to trust anyone too much. Too many hidden motives, but Steven here, I'll vouch for with my life."
Tyria sits back crossing her arms.
"If that promise is not satisfactory for you, then I fear we may be on the verge of ending our working relationship before it has even begun. Que sera sera."
Isabel turned to face Senorita Regalia first with a slightly confused face.
"Are you sure you don't want anything? I mean we hardily know each other and I'm asking you to do something huge! It could possibly get you killed. But, I suppose if you ever do need me you can contact me... "
She turns straight towards Senor Squigs.
"You'll get your credit reward when the mission has been completed. May I ask, how much are you looking for?" She says, hoping that there is enough spare money in the Crimson Cross bank.
She then turns towards Senorita Rose with a startled face.
"W...Where do you expect me to get th..." She pauses for a moment, trying not to lose a Junker. "It will be hard, but I shall try and get what you have asked for."
Tyria's sour expression softens at Isabel’s concern.
"I might die? Well, what good would the credits do me if I died during this venture? No, keeping an open line of credit, payable in good will and friendship. That’s more than sufficient for me. It’s been several months since I’ve made the trek here to Malta. Ever since this trouble with the Liberty Government began, our relationship has had to sit on the back burner, simmering. If we let it sit there too long, idle, it will ruin the meal. But, we can stave off such a disaster with the proper application of heat, and a little bit of spice. That’s why I volunteered for your endeavor. That is why I’m here."
"No no," she explained "I can get someone to drop it off on the ship, hide it there, then I can pick it up on my way out. But of course, that would require me to know what the real name and docking locations of the Battleship are, Madame."
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