Blaidd Bellator, Freelancer Omega Seventeen, Freeport Fourteen, Alberta
The Wolf’s Den would exit the vortex of dull lights, entering Alberta from the Ontario Jump-hole. Ramining static only for a moment, the ship would turn its nose towards Freeport Fourteen and started towards it. The pilot of the ship wore their combat armor despite it being a mostly abandoned place. The true identity of the man was Vaelin, however around these parts he was Blaidd Bellator. His armament was duel pistols at his hips and rifle over his back. Due to the nature of the Freeport being mostly abandoned it also meant that it was also easier to track who came and went. It was because of this that he had taken the precaution of having his AI infiltrate the interior systems of the Freeport, erasing any logs of it ever having entered the station. It was also part of the reason why he wore the armor. It concealed his true identity fully and he would not be identified, otherwise this alias would be useless. With the Wolf’s Den docking on the Freeport, Blaidd would step out checking in with the hanger bay attendant. He had taken note of the vessels that were in the stations hanger noticing one out of place, his eyes leered toward it for a moment. Once Bellator had done what he needed to do, he sent a signal to Jim who would wipe what was just entered as well as that of the vessel.
Blaidd entered the bar, choosing to park himself on one of the seats by the window. He didn’t seek to take his helmet off nor did he attempt to get the attention of the bartender, he was simply here for business alone. His right hand remained under the table while his left casually tapped against the metal surface before him. His gaze was cast out the window. He was also using the reflection in the glass to also watch the entrance to the bar and others who might be lingering about, taking special note of each one. There were no identification tags to his armor or ship marking him as just a freelancer. One among billions.
John Strickland, known publicly as Arthur Donald, watched as the Condor-class gunboat slowly drifted towards the mooring point on the drop of one of the Freeport's docking bays. He got up from his seat in the observation lounge and moved towards the Freeport's main bar, where he knew that Vaelin, the agent he had called, waited for him.
As he moved towards the social centre of the station, he was hit by a small nostalgic feeling, which he quickly repressed. He had been here before, when he was still Commander John Strickland, LSF officer. Of course, that had been a long time ago, before that particular event. Nonetheless, he could not help but feel a page of sadness as he remembered parts of his old life. However, his thoughts cleared soon enough, and just in time too, for he had reached the bar's main entrance.
As he entered, he immediately noticed the tall, armor-clad figure sitting near the big windows, seemingly staring at the entrance. He moved towards the mass of metal smoothly and went to sit in the chair opposite of the agent, extending his hand in a greeting, a serious smile on his lips.
"Mr. Vaelin, I suppose?"
As he spoke, there was but the faintest trace of a purple glow within the deepest reaches of his eyes.
Blaidd Bellator, Freelancer Omega Seventeen, Freeport Fourteen, Alberta
Blaidd's visor was turned towards the window when the man had entered, though catching his reflection in the glass changed that. His head moved around to take the full visage of the man in before he made his approach. While the man had sat Blaidd had turned his visor out the window at least until he spoke. He reached a hand over to activate a function on his PDA, this would be before Arthur had said anything. The jamming function initiated prevent anyone from snopping in, at least in terms of technology. Blaidd turned his attention to the mans hand and then to his eyes, seeing the glow only fermented his desire to play along in that field. He kept his hands to himself.
"You are the one that summons. I believe I know you well enough that the facade isn't necessary. I would take it, that this is just a skipping stone on toward a juncture where we might talk more freely, or is this the intended place?"
The only attitude Arthur would receive from Vealin was a business demeanor. His hand closer to the window rested under the table again, while his left had his forearm tilted upt toward him slight. monitering any attempts at someone listening in.
Strickland stared straight at Vaelin for a good five seconds before retracting the offered handshake. He sighted, and as he settled in his seat, the purple shine of his eyes seemed to reflect in the armored man's visor.
"Well, at least you are smart enough to notice that this is but a skipping stone indeed. The real coordinates of your destination have just been added to your ship's nav map; I recommend packing supplies for at least a few days of space flight away from what you may call 'civilized' space."
At this, he chuckles, before resuming:
"In any case, do not disappoint us, Mr. Vaelin; I'm sure that by now, considering your employment history, you are fully aware of what happens if you do fail in your tasks."
Strickland started getting up from his chair, straightening his flight suit and brushing off an imaginary piece of lint as the glow in his eyes faded away. Before leaving, he opened his mouth one last time:
"Oh, and if you have any friends in your... hmmm... line of business who can be trusted, so to speak, please do refer them. You're going to need all the help you can get."
Blaidd Bellator, Freelancer Omega Seventeen, Freeport Fourteen, Alberta
Blaidd was thankful for his helmet as an expression of discontent would come to light. He made no other physical or vocal ques to give this away. Rather then saying anything Blaidd waited for Arthur to leave, his gaze once again turning out the window. He watched in the reflection to see if anyone would seek to follow Arthur out. with none doing so, Blaidd moved a hand to disable the jamming device. An hour passed before Vaelin got up from his seat. He made his way into the hanger and into his ship. The first thing he would check is to see if anyone had tripped the sensors by trying to enter the ship, Clear. Despite what Arthur had said, Blaidd had no intention of picking up additional supplies. He was from the Omicrons, his idea of civilized space would have included the Taus, Sigmas and Omegas as well as the inner Omicrons.
Blaidd double checked his equipment to ensure he had no stow away or surprises. He also made sure that the equipment didn't have any lapses in its functionality to ensure no one had circumvented it. Finally he would un-moor from Freeport fourteen and turned his ship around. His ships engines started its cruise sequence as he locked the course in for the provided coordinates.