Callisto Orbit
Relay Point Sigma-One-Eight (Defunct)
12:00 PM
Silence.
The halls of the Angrboda were quiet as the void outside, save for the occasional distant thud of a Karel as it lurched along, in pursuit of some assigned task. An off-white haro rolled across the clean, polished floor, and rolled to a stop against a dark boot, bonking off its surface comically as it lilted back, mechanical eyes flashing as it tilted its head up at its taskmaster.
"Hm?"
Albertine Crane opened her eyes in response to the slight movement, slowly rising from where she had been reclining in her seat. The bridge of the ship lay before her, no other living thing in sight. It was almost enough to make her miss Wolfgang's incessant prattling, she thought. He had even attempted to create a series of finger puppets to entertain her, so that she might at least not feel so alone. Almost.
A marvel, she thought, that men were so adept at completely misreading the fairer sex.
Soft, platinum blonde hair fell down her shoulders in waves as she reached down, pulling the Haro up onto her lap and giving it a small pat, blinking slowly as she turned it back and forth quizzically.
"Did I miss one?" She wondered out loud, even that mild timbre practically sending echoes into the space around her. Shaking her head, she flicked the automaton open, tip-tapping away at its internal monitor and keypad, queuing up a series of tasks about the ship that needed to be completed before setting it down, leaving it to roll away back down into the hall. A quick check of the clock - it was almost time.
She thumbed a switch on the chair, rising off it as she did so, letting the light of the distant sun fill the bridge and illuminate her destination, shielding her eyes against the brightness as the shutters groaned open.
The Devil Moon, Callisto.
The fact that they had come this far without incident alone was nothing short of a miracle, she thought. The relay points had grown increasingly ragged and unreliable, and to go any further would require... a specialist.
Wakenet had very, very few organiztions of this caliber who were willing to take such a risk, but somehow she had managed to find one willing to be both guide and guardian. She could only hope they were as good as their reputation suggested. With a low sigh, she whipped her red coat back over her shoulder, and looked out into the void once more.
"...I will not fail." She said, seemingly to herself, as the Angrboda's sensors began to scan for any approaching vessels...
Relay Point Sigma-One-Eight (Defunct)
12:00 PM
Silence.
The halls of the Angrboda were quiet as the void outside, save for the occasional distant thud of a Karel as it lurched along, in pursuit of some assigned task. An off-white haro rolled across the clean, polished floor, and rolled to a stop against a dark boot, bonking off its surface comically as it lilted back, mechanical eyes flashing as it tilted its head up at its taskmaster.
"Hm?"
Albertine Crane opened her eyes in response to the slight movement, slowly rising from where she had been reclining in her seat. The bridge of the ship lay before her, no other living thing in sight. It was almost enough to make her miss Wolfgang's incessant prattling, she thought. He had even attempted to create a series of finger puppets to entertain her, so that she might at least not feel so alone. Almost.
A marvel, she thought, that men were so adept at completely misreading the fairer sex.
Soft, platinum blonde hair fell down her shoulders in waves as she reached down, pulling the Haro up onto her lap and giving it a small pat, blinking slowly as she turned it back and forth quizzically.
"Did I miss one?" She wondered out loud, even that mild timbre practically sending echoes into the space around her. Shaking her head, she flicked the automaton open, tip-tapping away at its internal monitor and keypad, queuing up a series of tasks about the ship that needed to be completed before setting it down, leaving it to roll away back down into the hall. A quick check of the clock - it was almost time.
She thumbed a switch on the chair, rising off it as she did so, letting the light of the distant sun fill the bridge and illuminate her destination, shielding her eyes against the brightness as the shutters groaned open.
The Devil Moon, Callisto.
The fact that they had come this far without incident alone was nothing short of a miracle, she thought. The relay points had grown increasingly ragged and unreliable, and to go any further would require... a specialist.
Wakenet had very, very few organiztions of this caliber who were willing to take such a risk, but somehow she had managed to find one willing to be both guide and guardian. She could only hope they were as good as their reputation suggested. With a low sigh, she whipped her red coat back over her shoulder, and looked out into the void once more.
"...I will not fail." She said, seemingly to herself, as the Angrboda's sensors began to scan for any approaching vessels...