Tara Snow leans back in her chair. It's been too long since she'd seen the name glaring at her from the terminal in front of her. Despite the Commonwealth database being.. Rather old at this point, it seemed like the contact information was still up to date. However unlike words almost branded on her screen from the old document, things have changed. People have grown older. Personalities have warped. Be it for the better, or worse.
Hesitantly stretching her hands out, a message would slowly be input into the terminal. One which she didn't want to make, but as time passed. It was becoming more and more of a necessity.
Ellie Lillian,
It's been a long time. I'm hoping that you're still using this Neural Network account. You may remember me as Tara Snow a long while back. I understand that I'm coming out of the blue with this, but if you have any fond remembrance of what used to be, I'd like to invite you over for a drink. Given that this may be rather abrupt, I don't intend on making any grand flourishes or play with fancy words like A-Chilly used to do back in the day. Although that being said, I'd like to catch up.
We're around Gran Canaria. Look for a vessel named the Sirens Bell. We'll be keeping an eye out for you. I.. Hope you're doing alright.
It was short. It was simple. But it was all that she could say. Ellie, historically, was always a rather.. Oddball. Would she still care? Would she be interested? After all, Tara was simply an old name of many from the days of the commonwealth.
Well. Perhaps the call would be answered.
Until then, it looked like she'd need to stock up on some more alcohol.
A ping followed shortly after Tara's message was sent, jolting Ellie awake in the middle of a small nap during some downtime. She wasn't expecting any message during that time and simply thought that someone might've needed help around the base or something, but to her surprise it came from a contact she had almost forgotten during her time spent roaming. It even took her a while to connect two and two together until it made her remember who exactly they were. Not like she knew Tara much at all to begin with however.
The whole tone of the message was not something she was expecting, and a rather particular reference to a certain man who knew how to basically kill people with words made her chuckle lightly. At least some people didn't forget the antics of those two. Truth be told, I didn't expect anyone from that old gang to even contact me anymore.
I guess this came more as a shocker and a delight all at the same time, but who am I to deny company and an invitation really? It might, however, take me a little while to get there. I'm not entirely sure if I have business to handle yet or not, considering you managed to wake me up with this. Though if not... I should be there quite soon. Hell, I haven't even been to Gran Canaria in my life. That's already something to perhaps look forward to while I'm there.
What can I say really, curiosity might've killed the cat but it keeps me at the edge of my seat.
Uhm... actually scratch that, I forgot I'm bad at jokes.
Oh... and by the way. Don't get startled when you see me. I changed a little bit, you'll see what I mean later.
Ta-ta.
With all that said, she put her usual clothes on before passing by places to look around if things were indeed busy. Then perhaps sneaking out for a short vacation while at it. Being in her current group of people was sometimes particularly... awkward. Sometimes outright terrifying perhaps. Well at least she hadn't gotten hurt too badly, yet.
The brunette makes a quiet sigh. Having gone digging through the ships supply of drinks, she discovered a section filled with whiskey of all things. Of all things for Jack to buy, he buys whis-.. Well. It didn't matter. She'd have to grumble to her brother about it later. If anything, it'd save a few credits. Not like it really mattered when Rachel was happily lending a hand on that end of things.
The Bell had been.. Quiet ever since certain individuals had gone their own way. Especially now that the girl she was always looking after had started to grow more and more independent as the years went by. But that itself was one of the reasons for sending a message out to an old face.
The quiet blip signaling a response came much quicker than she was expecting. Factoring in time for messages to propagate through the uplink nodes, the odd recipient must have been in a room to receive it as soon as it came in.
Slipping a small tablet from her pocket, she lazily studies the message.
Some things might have changed, huh. Well, the dry humor most certainly hasn't. With a faint smile, the tablet was stowed again, and the ship was set to an active scanning mode. Not intending to descend down to the planet unless the odd one wanted to do such later, she'd merely invite her aboard the Bell. The place was refit more like a gathering place, than anything. May as well get some more use of it.
Sending a simple message in return, it would merely read.. 'When you get here, invite yourself in. Docking permission should be automated, provided you don't bring something absurdly large.'
Things had changed. Tara was much more mellow than some may remember her as. She didn't have as much fight as she used to have, when dealing with certain individuals. The grand dreams and pursuits have simmered down into merely a support role. She was comfortable. - Well.. There were individuals revolving around her which still required a lot of support. In more ways than one, but that was a conversation for another time.
The Sirens Bell would automatically accept any incoming docking requests. It was only a matter of time. Hopefully.
A good time amount did indeed pass before she'd make it to the system and close enough to be spotted by the ship itself. Give or take about 2 hours, or at least somewhere close to such.
The ship in question being a personal Sabre in use, one reason for use being the fact that it's easily maintained. Approaching well within a few K now, she leaves a short message for a possible hail to pick up. Not that it'd be any useful unless someone inside panicked of an incoming ship of course. Since all the message did read possibly, was a simple "It's Ellie."
The ship slowly moved closer to the docking point and landed within an available spot, and all she could think of before getting out of the cockpit was how they would probably get startled with how she looks nowadays. Not like she could do much about it as she had already warned Tara beforehand. Jumping out from the side, she lands and looks around in curiosity. Suit in use as she ponders where to go next. Having next to no knowledge over where one might be at within the Bell.
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