The Sanctuary

[Spectre]

Maumee Bay Spaceport, Lower Cleveland, Planet Erie
0957 Hours

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A Geisha yacht sat parked in on of the larger mooring hangars at the spaceport, a good amount of on-board cargo sitting outside the ship's loading bay as she awaited take-off. There were a fairly large amount of women out in front of the ship's loading ramp, as well as some other personnel who seemed to be overlooking reports and such. A duo of guards looked to be standing by the door at the top of the on-ramp, talking about something.

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Your adjustment grew too big, I helped downscale it. ~Spectre

[DarkTails]

After a short time, a pristine Rave's Talon descended to a nearby landing pad, the young officer, stepping out of her craft and approaching the ship. More of a hiding outfit, with a large sweatshirt over her, her hair stood out to be dyed a nice pink, that of a cherry blossom leaf. As she approached the loading ramp, she eyed her surroundings, slowly making her way up.

[Spectre]

One of the guards stopped, looking at the woman walking up the ramp. He was a big fella, probably 6 foot 7 with a very clear Bretonian twang to his accent and a large buff to his chin, jutting out like a rock.
"Oi. You 'der. Code. Naow.."
He chuckled, his friend, who looked to be equally as Bretonianly squared off, snickering alongside him.

The women down below began to board the ship via the loading bay, some of the many cargo crates below being loaded on as well. The other personnel followed them on, laughing and conversing as they walking aboard.

[DarkTails]

"Muffins." Nicole seemed a bit amused at the code word, but spit it out regardless. Watching over the two men, she seemed to be on guard.

[Spectre]

The guard smirked, nodding and stepping to the side.
"Go on, then. Trust te' boss is waitin' fer ya."
The other guard, by contrast, was balling his eyes out, his blatant Bretonian cackle obvious.
"Oooh.. Muffi- ahahaha!"

[DarkTails]

The pink haired girl continued on, making her way inside, keeping an eye on her surroundings, trying to make her way to the bridge. As she did, she remained acutely away of her surroundings, still not feeling as safe as she should.

[Spectre]

As she walked through the ship, the people she'd pass would give her increasingly confused looks. A little farther, as she would round a corner, she'd bump into a man in a typical street hoodie and jeans.
"Wo-oah.. Genevieve Christmas Tree..! Sorry 'bout tha-.. heh.. now, hold up.. You're definitely not one of my girls.. and I'm guessing the Navy doesn't much know you're here too, huh?"
He smirked, sticking his hands in his pockets.

[DarkTails]

"Nah, I don't gotta tell them what I do on my own time." She smirked, looking to the man, analyzing him. "Besides, I gotta have some time to myself, don't I?"

[Spectre]

He wasn't anything truly special in terms of appearance. He stood about average height, his hair bolting up like it showed in his comm feed, and a purple amulet draped around his neck.
"True. Can't always have eyes prying on personal stuff, eh?" He chuckled, giving her a look over, smirking.

One of the woman from the launch pad came from one of the hallways and approached them, herself dressed about as casually as he was.
"Hey 'Riles'. Jay's wonderin' if we can go."

"Eh.. I dunno."
He turned his attention to Nicole.
"You good to take off for a while? I won't let him leave the atmosphere, so if you wanna go it's a simple land and drop."

[DarkTails]

"I'm fine for that, I've got the rest of the day to be about." She herself didn't have anything defining, aside from her fire pearl necklace, which vibrantly reflected the interior lighting off them. "Do whatever you need to, I'll be okay with the ship moving about."