Silver typed the dock codes and sent it on a wide field broadcast.
A beep signaled that she was accepted.
Not even after five seconds, a massive ship uncloaked and appeared on screens and opened its bay docks.
Her Lynx, the sole remainder of her immense collection of ships, slightly rusted, but still true to its mission, docked on the ship and a couple of bay workers hurriedly started to do its bidding.
With a small jump, her feet touched the ground, and she felt slightly at home again.
Her hair, now in a golden color, longer, was the testament of the year-long retirement in New Paris.
Her name was called. And in french, as it suited the owner of the voice.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
A grin was smacked on Pierre's face. It's been a long time since he had seen someone worth being around.
A raised hand caused a rattle of the ship and a soft whine. They were once again out of sight.
The Gaul lowered his hand and walked up to the woman holding out a bottle of 'Jack.
"Not sure how I like the hair. Not sure how you even deal with it."
He turned and talked to a nearby hallway, a crude sign had "VERRE" written in marker was over the entrance. He raised a hand and motioned her to follow without looking back.
"Most of my time has been spent rebuilding thing damnable ship. Did you know that lunatic completely changed the core of the ship? There isn't any blueprints that follow the design. We are still finding hallways and rooms even after a year."
He rubbed his chin as they turned a corner. His beard had grown a bit and it was clearly bothering him.
"You got a message. Need to take it? If so there should be a range boost beside the bar. Most things are beside the bar actually. Easiest thing to find."
"The company isn't as it should be. It's missing something. Too much greed, not enough being."
When Silver touched the walls he smiled.
"You know this place reminds me of home. Nothing here makes sense. The walls are warped, the design is of death, and there's odd things lurking in the halls."
He put his hands on his head, frowning. The entrance to the bar was now in front of them.