A price. Demanding a price for such kind of work felt awkward, almost unethical. The woman wanted to have her child with her, her son. Rubbing his chin, Ezrael exhaled quietly, looking up at one of the apples. "Access to Five, Fourtyseven and Fifftyfour would be nice. Docking rights, if that's not too much to ask for. Being able to refuel and repair in the depth of the Omegas would make a lot of things easier for us."
He glanced at her for a moment. "If that's not possible, given the implications of a foreign warship in your space, the only alternative I could ask for would be a good word from you about me the next time you deal with the Order Overwatch. My name is on their bounty board and I would love it if that wasn't the case anymore." He faced the tree again. "Not that I have high hopes about that."
Walker Nebula, Muspelheim (//Omega-47)
5/15/826 AS, 18:20 What the hell was so intriguing about 5? Whatever.
Get my son, and his guardian off Canaria and we'll discuss both rewards.
Neither were impossible really. 54 was already uncovered by the Buro and the Unioners which meant logistics weren't much of a secret anymore. I needed another ship in the water there for other possible projects anyways. I turned towards him again.
I don't think I have to explain to you what happens if he dies. But aside from that you're going to need to give us something else as well, something that would shake our tolerance of you to the level of the things you requested. Donating them to you with no basis other then my personal life wont work.
There was a bit of rage there, the Generalmajor in me stuck out for the first line. Then Anna returned to finish it off. It was a D.I.D, but it got to the point where even I could feel the differences in my personality. The Generalmajor was almost always in override of the "me" my mother saw.
If you can't think of it now, you'll need to think of it by the next time we see each other. Is there anything else you want to know while I'm here?
Giving her army something to the level of things I requested. Ezrael chew on his cheek for a moment as his mind wandered. Was there anything he could give them that they don't have already? He had made it clear that he won't fight for them. He turned his head to her again, scanning her with his eyes. Tall woman, nicely shaped. Nice outfit. Intimidating eyes. Those had seen pretty nasty things already, and her being known for fighting at the fronts in her snubs, he had a pretty good idea on what kind of things she did to relax and for self-treatment. It made him wonder about who was the father of the child.
"Before we talk about any rewards and deals, I'd like to know more about your child, Generalmajor. Gran Canaria is a big planet. Las Palmas and Los Dragos being the big cities, Port Jackson the bretonian settlement, multiple square kilometers of fields formerly used by Corsairs. Smaller settlements here and there by various smaller groups. Some of them even uncharted and unregistered. Getting to the two major cities without raising suspicion is rather easy. Bretonia has a firm grip on the inbound and outbound traffic, though. Technically the system is still restricted, to the best of my knowledge. Having access to Bretonia will be coming in handy for this. But I need to know the details." He paused for a moment, then stood up, walking over to the tree. His eyes were caught by an apple that looked like it was about to drop to the ground.
"I doubt the child will cause problems, but what about the guardian you mentioned? And where do you want me to drop them off once I extracted them from Canaria?" He plucked said apple and looked at it, then at her.
Walker Nebula, Muspelheim (//Omega-47)
5/15/826 AS, 18:25 Security on Canaria? I could completely doubt it would be inaccessible. But that wouldn't matter very much, I called Vertiga up in the first place because I didn't trust the safety of public transportation. Nevermind that the only public transportation was heading away from the Omegas and not deeper into them.
Something else was bothering me though, but I had to.
Isaak Manuel Heinrich, he and his guardian Freya Meyer live in the tenements outside Las Palmas. Once you're in, I'll have Freya ping you, she has a passport and documentation. Having your own private transportation though I don't think you'll draw any attention, unless Bretonian customs checks people as they leave as opposed to when they come in. Freya is 32, Isaak is 7. They'll cooperate with you.
The alternative is that you hire them to be working shipmates and take them off world. Either way should work just fine. No one suspects that I have an offspring never-mind one that lives on Canaria. Even fewer people know that we work together. They shouldn't suspect anything.
Manuel, saying his name really bothered me for some reason. A lot of buried memories rushed to my head like water, I shook them off for the time being.
Once you have them head for Omega-2. I will know when you've arrived.
I stood up behind him, taking a look around again as he turned back towards me.
"Good." He made a few steps towards her. "Freya Meyer, tenements outside of Las Palmas. I'll need a day to organize it, one to extract them and at the third day, we'll be back here. Tell your friend to prepare everything they need to take with them."
Smirking at her, he offered her the apple. Red peel with a countless tiny yellow dots. "I wouldn't mind having you around here a bit longer, but I don't want to waste your time, Generalmajor. If there is nothing else to add from your side, I'd escort your back to your ship and then get to work. That being said, should you ever need a day off or a taxi to some other parts of Sirius, don't hesitate to contact me."
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