Jack's Intergalactic Taxi Service

[Jack Anderson]

Things had been hectic in the last few months, but it had all started back when Grace, or Lady Psion, or whatever she wanted to be called now went missing about a year ago, something about going off to "study the works of those who walked this path before," poodoo. The small order that she had built fell apart not long after, not that Jack had time to worry, the Dominion, now Republic of Greater Serenno, (currently lacking Serenno) was under attack on all sides. Now as everything crumbled he had revised a quick and simple message from Grace, along with a set of coordinates.

"I am on Seltos and need a ship, mine is broken."​

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Jack nearly rolled his eyes when he saw the she expected him to come and get her, but the worst part is that she was right, he had been unable to develop his 'gifts' during her absence and cut the 701st's training exercise short in order to get her. Now that he had a lock on her location he saw that there was no suitable landing zone for about 200 clicks, a week's hike if all went well. Gathering the necessary gear he loaded himself into a pod and dropped, waiting to hit the ground he sent a reply on the same channel he got the pickup request on.

"One coming in hot and fast."​

[member="Lady Psyona"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

The time she had spent on Allyson's Feral world had caught up to her. She'd had to jury rig the hyperdrive to make it back to Ession, and the resulting damage was supposed to be fixed. But now it was slagged, leaving her to stranded, and Seltos wasn't a world where she could get it fixed. For now, she would have to rely on allies, friends and contacts to get somewhere she could afford to buy a new ship. She'd sold the old one to one of the local mining companies for scrap, and she went out into the wilderness to await rescue. With the person she had sent the message to, she wouldn't want to be in the big cities when he got here.

It took a little less than a day for the reply. She sat in a small survival tent, eyes closed, seething. Glancing up at the chiming datapad, she read the message. Of karking course he was sending a drop pod. Here's to hoping it wouldn't hit her.

[member="Jack Anderson"]

 

[Jack Anderson]

It was a quick drop to the surface and everything went as expected, Jack steped out of the pod a little roughed up but no worse for wear and set out to get his bearings, according to his maps he had about a couple hour walk to the coordinates Grace had left him. He quickly gathered the packed gear and climbed to the top of a nearby hill in order to look for smoke and other signs of a semi permanent encampment, it wasn't hard and he quickly spotted a lazy trail of smoke rising over the canopy. Checking his comm Jack saw the he had some signal, first he called in a salvage yard and sold them the rights to his used pod, then he attempted to make a call to Grace.

[member="Lady Psyona"]

 

[Grace Darkson]

As her comm buzzed, a small smile crossed her face. It wasn't like she hadn't seen him land. Drop pods tended to leave a trail of smoke and become easy to track by site. She knew well enough he was here. Pulling the device from her belt, she answered the call with a simple "Hello, Grace Darkson speaking."

Standing slowly, she moved around the back of the tent, finishing clearing up what she could of the camp site. She needed to be ready to move, and soon. He'd probably want an explanation, and more than likely questions. Either way, she wanted to be ready to move when he got there. No sense wasting time.

[member="Jack Anderson"]

 

[Jack Anderson]

Jack was climbing a tree to get better reception when Grace picked up, Jack's side of the call would be punctuated by crunching of branches.

"Hey Grace I heard you need a lift, I hope you don't mind me dropping in for a visit."

He knew Grace would hate the pun, which was exactly why he said it, she seemed to hate anything even marginally entertaining, as he climbed down the tree he smirked knowing that she would have to put up with his smart ass for at least the next week or so.

[member="Lady Psyona"]