The girl muttered as she darted between ships, trying to find something she could do to help. She had been here for too long, to her it had felt like an eternity. Despite this, she didn't know if she was welcome here, or if what she was doing was allowed….. And if she was honest, she didn't know where "here" was. She tucked some hair that had fallen free of her ponytail behind her ears, she didn't have time to stop. She was hungry but she refused to spend the credits she had saved.
A new ship was arriving. She was first at its allocated docking point. Even if she managed to get a handful or small change from the pilot she would be OK. Most coming through here were OK, and she offered services the pilots wouldn't expect a girl to do. They often they paid her just to watch her struggle with the heavy boxes of supplies. She was stubborn, so she made sure she did what she could - despite often taking far too long to complete the job.
She was lonely, but she had no time to think about this, or her past life. For the time being, this is where she was - her hayabusa parked in the corner gathering dust was her ticket out. She almost had enough to refuel and she would carry on to the next base - she wasn't sure where that would be either.
She had a moment of rest while waiting for the ship, she fixed her hair quickly. Her thoughts wandered to her past. To Lambert, she assumed him to be dead. He had never returned for her and she eventually had to leave. She assumed Buster had died also, he never responded to any of her attempts for contact. She was no better off than before she met them, the only difference was she now no longer had the Rogues either. She was alone. Completely alone.
She shook the thought and pulled herself together, it was time to get to work again. She quietly spoke to herself, her usual mantra, something to try and keep her motivation and enthusiasm high.
"This time. This time they will pay me enough to leave"
Dixon walked into the docking bay, with two 2 of his crew walking behind him. He surveyed the dock, knowing he was safe with the hefty bribe he paid to certain people on the station, but it was a new place for him. Niigata was distant, yet a profitable stop on this route.
He wore a brown leather jacket that had a Rogue patch on it's left shoulder, a dark green shirt, and dark pants, making the image full with Mag boots. He looked around again, until he spotted a young woman, a dockworker.
"You! Come here, I've got a job for you" He raised his voice, so she could definietly hear him. Her face looked kind of familiar, but she couldn't place her with any recent acquaintances.
She could hear him, and looked across in his direction to be sure he would be talking to her. Nodding, she made her way ho him. She hesitated when she saw the rogue patch, it was clear she was familiar with it.
"Yes sir, what do you need?"
She was uneasy in the presence of the Rogue, after how she left she was afraid if he knew she would be in trouble. She didn't recognise him, but she was barely a child when she left. She watched both his crew for a moment before nodding a hello at them. She sounded vary matter of fact when she spoke next.
"I can help with most, but if you need repairs, I'll have to point you to someone else. That's not my strong point."
He definietly saw her somewhere, but still couldn't piece it together. "I need 50 crates unloaded, and sent to hold C-22. No peeking, no questions asked, and you'll get 30,000 credits. Got it?"
Dixon still wasn't sure where he saw her before, but he was certain it was in Liberty.
"Believe me, I know better than to get involved in the business of a Rogue."
She spoke before thinking about it. Realising this, she stopped and shrugged a little, quickly doing the math as to how many credits she would have left remaining. It would be close. She glanced over to her ship, it would be close but not quite enough.
"50,000 and you never had cargo here."
She knew it was almost double what he offered, but depending on what he was doing he might make the payment. If it was anything illegal, he should.
"50 it is" He shrugged, and turned away. A few seconds later, the realization hit him like a lightningbolt.
He turned back, and grabbed the girl's shoulder, not tightly enough to make her survival instinct kick in, but still enough that she could notice and stop. "I know you"
"if anyone asks, you stopped in for a drink at the bar while passing through, I have you directions, you were on your way"
She sounded very matter of fact about the whole situation, and turned to start organising the cargo move. She felt his hand on her shoulded and she froze, her back to him. His grip on was unnerving, she couldn't quite determine if she was in danger or not. She swore under her breath, not quite loud enough for him to hear over the bustle of the surroundings. She brushed his hand off her shoulder before turning to face him again.
"I highly doubt that. I must just have a familiar face."
She was trying to decide if she knew the man, but she was drawing a blank. She couldn't recall if he was a friend or foe, it had been such a long time since she had come across a rogue, she made a point of avoiding them after Ruby.
"Pita" Dixon stated it, rather than asking "I remember you following ol' Buster like a shadow" Shrugged "Well, before he got locked up on Sugarland for a nice long visit."
She tried to maintain her composure, but it was clear she was cracking.
"I don't know what you're ...... He's not dead?"
She swore, loudly this time. She couldn't help it, she had assumed him to be dead, not locked up on Sugarland. This information hit her like a brick, maybe she wasn't so alone after all. Maybe she had been grieving when she just needed to plan a jailbreak. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. She had stopped carrying a gun with her all the time, but in this moment she regretted leaving it behind. She was defenceless, short of causing a scene.
"What of it anyway. Why does it matter to you who I am, and what are you going to do about it"
He released her shoulder "Can offer you a ride home" She definietly grown up since Dixon last saw her, and he wasn't sure why Pita left in the first place.
He didn't really cared either.
"Moka and his merry idiots are no-longer in charge, Amy Hawthorne is. She misses you, by the way" He looked into her eyes "Robert Dixon, by the way. I doubt you'd remember me"