It was a dull day on Planet Malta. The rain was heavily pouring down, the sound of the rain pitter patting on the concrete was fair loud. Isabel was standing at the hanger door edge, awaiting the Junkers to finish of their small briefing. A short time passed and the Junkers appeared out of their room.
"Welcome back. I understand that you have been briefed and are ready for the flight?"
The Junkers quietly nodded to themselves.
"Here is your ship. A Vache Class Transport taken from EFL. Your ship transponder will read "EFL|Jaguar". Do your best to not get into any trouble, I await your safe return."
She nods and points to the ship, where the Junkers swiftly load themselves onto the vessel and prep it for launch.
Stepping into the hangar, Tyria was quickly reminded of the weather. Rain had the effect of making her feel melancholy while it fell, but once a storm passed, it had the effect of brightening her mood. Seeing the world glistening, cleansed of the boring normality it possessed, was an experience she so rarely had.
A scan of her surroundings led her to focus on the one person she recognized, Isabel. Motioning to the others, she walked over to their host, duffel in hand. Isabel had a few comments for the group, but kept them minimal. Before too long, Tyria found herself on-board the Jaguar. With her bag thrown in the first cabin she came across, she then proceeded to the flight deck and readied the ship, as well as herself, for space.
Steve entered the vessel, the stench of synth weed surrounded him, quite a few of the dock workers glared at him on his way in. But once they saw who he was talking to many went back to their business. Throwing his bag in the next cabin he followed Tyria towards the flight deck before getting distracted by a smell coming from the kitchen. Steve called after Tyria, "Take off when we're ready, I'm gonna make myself some munchies."
"Just before you set off" she quickly interupts the convosation "Might I remind you that you are posing as EFL employees so try and keep a low profile. Please also don't forget that the mission comes first over everything."
Isabel takes a glance over to a figure posing in the background. She ushes him over with a sense of urgency.
"This is Taylor Brodeur. He is... how should I say this. He's someone who is willing to help out out. He may be the captain of the Jaguar and he'll be doing all of your inventory management. He's been paid well but if he makes one wrong move, deal with him accordingly. Now, off you go"
Once again, the junkers just nodded as they moved onto the ship, grunting and muttering, taking Taylor with them. It was evident they weren't happy but they would have to get along in order to accomplish the mission set at hand.
Taylor took his seat at the pilots control station where he initiated pre-flight checks and launch procedures whilst the Junkers sat down watching his every move. This made him very uneasy but he persisted with his job and carried on.
The launch pad cleared as the Jaguar's two main engines lit up and roared. The launch pad shook, a hissing whining noise ever increasing in pitch was heard throughout the station as the engines spooled up. The vessel was ready to go.