Aboard the Prower yacht, some luxuries could be found. An unending amount of alcohol, a hot tub, a bar, other such facilities. For the most part, for a passenger yacht, underwhelming. But perfect for the Prower family, which was now open to the Lane Hacker Roxanna Willmore and her friend Kiara. It's a modest set up, but the rooms were assigned and Nicole rested her Navy uniform in her room, sitting in her chair at the bridge. Nicole seemed lost in thought, hoping she can help Willmore leave the Hackers before something happens.
The Vindicator was slowly getting close to the Democritus, causing some concern to the two persons inside the small bridge of the Yacht. "Is that thing really going to dock? Maaan... Look at that ship. That's pretty creepy." said the pilot while checking on energy levels picked on the Vindicator. "Yeah... Ya heard about tha story of 'dat boyo back in 'dat bar on Houston, yeah?" pondered the second man, with a nasty accent. "Damn right." replied the first man. He then asked hesitantly "Eh.. I...It's not going to fire its weapons... Right?" "Ya heard tha boss... it's a... Guest or somethin'... But keep tha shields on just te be shu..."
A feminine voice echo'd in the room suddenly, cutting the second man short. "D...D...Democritus command... This is Ro...Ro....Ro... Eh... Someone.... Coming in for the dock, O.K..."
"What tha hell?" asked the second man, looking at his companion.
That one shrugged "The comm link wasn't even established!" "Ya see tha troubles comin' tee, aren't ye? Yeah..." "Damn right", relied the man while opening the small docking bays.
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Nicole stood inside the docking bay, waiting for the Vindicator to land. Inside the docking bay, two armed guards, alongside Amy Prower, tinkering with her Ravens Talon, and a mess of disassembled engine parts.
Nicole dismissed the guards to their post, as Miles, third sibling of the family, observed from the bridge via security cameras. While a modest bay, only one space currently remained for the Vindicator, the other two taken by the half disassembled Talon, and the other by Nicole's fighter.
"So, that's what one of those look like up close. Never do get to look closely at these things anymore." Nicole mumbled to herself, as the Vindicator landed. "Both of you enough of your foreboding. This ship has plenty of security, and there's two Navy officers on board, what do you possibly think could happen?" Miles retorted, looking at the terminal, observing the docking bay.
"Well, Commander, it's not every day a Lane Hacker docks on a Navy ship without a fight, or being prisoner." One guard replied. "Yea, and not every Hacker is willing to die for their cause either. You have your orders, they're guests. Not prisoners." Miles said, standing. "I'll be at the bar." added Miles before departing to drink more of Nicole's expensive drinks.
The ship slowly moved in until it would reach the empty space left on the small docks. It then gradually span till it would face the entry, as if its occupant was planning to have to scramble in emergency.
Blasts of high pressure gaz suddenly escaped from the sides of the ship, making the two guards crouch imperceptibly, as to be ready for anything. But it was just the internal systems of the concentration of high technology this ship represented that were equalizing atmosphere pressure with the Democritus's.
Movement was occurring in the cockpit, until a trap opened up in the ship's belly, and a small ladder would be expelled. The pilot climbed down slowly, looking around. he then reluctantly left the cover his ship was giving to him till he would be right near the wing, his hand put on it as to lean on it.
It was maybe a woman. Hard to tell, given he or she had kept his helmet on. The body itself was hardly revealing any curves that could conclusively help getting an idea.