Finding Carlan Station.... (Space Mission/Open to all.)

[RC 212]

[member="Kaiden Rohn"]

"Fuck!"

Vassaras shotgun kicked back up to her shoulder, butt tucked away and trigger finger ready. Her eyes narrowed to a squint. There was a man clad in full armor and surrounded by the corpses of Reavers. As here eyes flicked left and right she nodded to him coolly, white knuckled grip on gat.

"Hello." Was all she could muster for now.

Silas came up behind her, a second glowstick now cracked in his hand.

"Who's this?"

"No idea, who are you?" She asked, suddenly laying eyes on the Havoc squadron logo.

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

Red eyes glanced between the two. Bathed in the orange light, Kaiden looked rather intimidating. However, he remained seated, in a relaxed position.


"My friends call me Doc."


It was a lie in two parts, one, being that he had no friends. And two, the people that did call him Doc were now dead.


[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kaiden Rohn"]

"You look like a pub, how did you find us?"

Vassara was running the possibilities of her numerous warrants through her mind. Was he here to arrest her? After the last job she had run for the Undeground she was sure to have something on record for her. Salvaging republic reactors from scuttled ships was highly illegal.

"Are you here on the station job?"

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

"I'm here to secure Republic data and any high-valuable assets that remain."


He perked his head at her, standing.


"I'm not going to arrest you, either. Technically, I'm not supposed to be here."


[member="Vassara Raxis"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Kaiden Rohn"]

Silas grunted.

"Looks like we kicked a void wasps nest then."

Vassar shot him a sidelong look, piercing his eyes with fire and then turning back to the lone man. The monsters were piling up and she could hear them screeching far off in the station. This guy had his mission and she had hers. They were isolated with no support and a horde of Reavers bearing down on them no doubt.

"I have orders to get the station schematics, free lance job."

She paused, listening intently in the almost no oxygen environment. What little sounds did travel were captured by her suits helmet and amplified.

"How bout we join forces. If we can get to the engineering bay we turn the reactor back on and I can get the schematics, you can get your data and we can part ways."

She hoped he would accept. Either way she was going to get those schematics, whether through hell or the icy locker of the void. Her hand tightened a bit around her shotgun as her seasoned eyes flickered over his frame, reading his body language, attempting to ascertain his thoughts.