December 19th
Former Rayleonard Headquarters "Exavil"
8:00 AM (Mars time)
For the first time over thirty years, the skyline above Mars parted.
The sleek, white form of the Nadesico floated down, passing through clouds of acrid smoke belched from noxious, BETA-ridden spires. On the bridge, Faustine Blanchefleur watched the wracked and ravaged land rise up beneath them, but was silent even as gasps were solicited from the other crew. There was no time for wonderment in her schedule. Every second that passed, the danger they faced increased. She was not here to do the bidding of the League, nor any of its sycophants, no:
This was a long overdue rescue mission.
Any premature celebrations that they'd managed to make it this far intact would have to wait.
Isaac's team had already been dispatched during their descent to their other objective. The boy at least she knew, was reliable. Whatever was there... He'd bring it back to her in one piece, albeit whining and wailing the whole time.
She made her way to the hangar, still deep in thought. You never knew what you'd face - but she'd prepared as best as she could. Hopefully the Meltran would prove her own worth as well.
As the ship touched down on the outskirts of Exavil, Blanchefleur adjusted her pilot suit as she slipped into the cockpit of the waiting white Aestivalis. A prototype she'd procured at the last minute for herself, just in case - and just as well, she thought, as it turned out they had more able hands than she'd imagined. She tapped her helmet as the machine came to life, tilting its head up in the direction of the Meltran.
"Ready to go?" She asked, brightly.
"I'm counting on you."
Former Rayleonard Headquarters "Exavil"
8:00 AM (Mars time)
For the first time over thirty years, the skyline above Mars parted.
The sleek, white form of the Nadesico floated down, passing through clouds of acrid smoke belched from noxious, BETA-ridden spires. On the bridge, Faustine Blanchefleur watched the wracked and ravaged land rise up beneath them, but was silent even as gasps were solicited from the other crew. There was no time for wonderment in her schedule. Every second that passed, the danger they faced increased. She was not here to do the bidding of the League, nor any of its sycophants, no:
This was a long overdue rescue mission.
Any premature celebrations that they'd managed to make it this far intact would have to wait.
Isaac's team had already been dispatched during their descent to their other objective. The boy at least she knew, was reliable. Whatever was there... He'd bring it back to her in one piece, albeit whining and wailing the whole time.
She made her way to the hangar, still deep in thought. You never knew what you'd face - but she'd prepared as best as she could. Hopefully the Meltran would prove her own worth as well.
As the ship touched down on the outskirts of Exavil, Blanchefleur adjusted her pilot suit as she slipped into the cockpit of the waiting white Aestivalis. A prototype she'd procured at the last minute for herself, just in case - and just as well, she thought, as it turned out they had more able hands than she'd imagined. She tapped her helmet as the machine came to life, tilting its head up in the direction of the Meltran.
"Ready to go?" She asked, brightly.
"I'm counting on you."