Remus... old buddy. Didn't see ye in a while, everything's going well I hope?
With me things aren't going very well, however. I am currently floating around with Hell FM, with no destination. I left the Hellfire Legion as they've grown more and more savage. They lust for blood all the time and seem to have lost their goal out sight.
Now I have nowhere to go. I won't be able to float around forever without refueling and resupplying.
You are a man who makes friends easily however and so you got contacts everywhere. If there is anywhere you know I can go to... please... tell me.
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Hey there Tharog,
*he smiles*
Its been awhile... and you look like you haven't slept for days. This is a tough one. I'm not sure to whom can I point you to...
[color=#FF6666]*He walks back and forth for awhile*
Ah! I know... Her name is Evangeline McDowell. Head of the so-called McDowell Fleet Company. I think its accepts people who are on the run.
I'll be contacting "her" prior to introduction.
In the meantime, keep this channel open. If you need something urgently, my subordinate will be happy to supply you with anything. Just call him aboard the -you-know-ship-.
Evangeline taps the console of her transport; the modern, high-tech layout still mildly confusing to the old-fashioned Junker when things don't quite do what they're meant to.
Upon the pressing of a random button the video recorder begins operating. It quickly becomes apparent the woman is not aware of this as she angrily fumbles with the controls.
The video presents the blonde Junker restlessly sitting in the commanders' chair of the bridge of a contemporary, structurally sound yet "domestically unkempt" transport which may be recognised as belonging to that of the ubiquitous "Borderworlds" line of vessels. Articles such as clothing and underwear alongside empty food packages decorate the room.
Visible in the background are a number of other women strewn haphazardly across the quarters of the bridge; one at the co-pilot's controls and assumingly flying the ship and two more adults curled up together on a couch asleep with a blanket over them.
The woman mumbles something to herself.
Urgh... is this thing working?
....Whatever. Misaka! Can you figure out how to make outgoing connections? I can't work the damned thing out.
Visibly bewildered and bemused by the ships' communication system Evangeline hops out of the chair and wanders over to where the co-pilot is sitting, trading places with her - all the while being recorded by the camera, her "laid-back" choice of clothing sure to embarrass the more bashful viewer. The young Kusarian girl strolls towards the camera and sits down in front of it, vague displeasure evident in her expression.
Eh where are my manners. As Remus probably told ye, I am Tharog Frosthearth and I am an alco-.. no wait, I mean: And I need yer help. I am sure ye have heard of the radio station Hell FM, most people in Liberty do anyway.
Tharog takes a step aside so that the viewers get to see what seems to be a studio.
This is it... There's just one problem. It ain't flying fer the Hellfire Legion anymore. I and a handful o' crewmembers are floating around without a destination.
Eh well and.. Remus said ye could help me out a bit. Eh, I guess I am in a wee bit o' trouble here.
The raven-haired Kusarian girl makes movements to get out of the chair in front of the camera when the unmistakable sound of a baby's crying emanates through the bridge of the ship.
Take over flying will you Misaka? I'll go sort out Sanya.
Evangeline, without hesitation, darts from the co-pilot's chair through the open blast door and disappears out of sight into the remainder of the vessel, leaving Misaka the only conscious person in the roon.
Misaka sighs and returns her attention to the video conference.
Ahh... Evangeline is preoccupied at the moment, so I'll be handling our conversation for now.
What is it that you require assistance with? We can provide you with a safe port and some basic supplies if you need them. Assuming you make it to our base you'll be far enough away from everything you won't need to worry about being chased or hunted - which, from what I've heard about Hell FM and the Hellfire Legion, is quite an issue for you.
We can also help you move around Liberty undetected if you desire.
Of course, if you have anything you think you can offer us in return, we'll be happy to hear you out. It doesn't need to be credits, either.
What do I need? I need shelter, aye I do. Though I got this ship, which might look like a yacht, but it ain't as you've seen. I can stay in space fer a while wi' it. A week or so. But nothing long term. In addition I need, supplies, food, maybe even ammunition and weapons.
Ah and what can I offer in return ye ask? I can fight, though it ain't my specialty. More importantly I got a popular radio station with a reasonable fanbase. I do not know what ye do, but if ye need tae raise support fer anything. Hell FM is the weapon o' choice...
Misaka changes her focus momentarily to a radar screen in her immediate quarters and punches something into the computer before returning to the video screen.
The ship heaves to its' starboard side, pitching the loose contents of the room around; bringing a selection of rubbish to rest on the floor surrounding what is normally the abode of the disorderly commander. The caramel-eyed Kusarian sighs heavily and continues the conversation.
In the absence of my partner I'll make a decision to get your immediate requirements for supplies sorted out. The rest we can arrange face-to-face.
Where are you located and what do you need the most?
Eh we're floating around a bit. If we stay in one place that would be dangerous. Can't risk LSF finding us as our defenses are weak. But I guess ye could find us somewhere in the Sierra ice field in California for now. Exact position differs from time to time. But if ye know what ye are looking fer ye should find it.
As fer what we need the most. Eh, water, food, toilet paper, beer, ammunition, fuel and women.