Razelle Breuner
Rogue Element
DOCKING PORT E-65
The Wheel, Local Time 1900
The Rime clunked and thunked as it attached and anchored to the side of a massive space station. Deep in the ship, there was a quiet blustering noise as Walker's old engine dog exhaled a snore of protest. Raz had made sure to keep the old bitty's food and water full while she'd been out. She was far too invested in that beastie, considering she hadn't even wanted it on her ship. At this point, though, "engine dog" was officially a required position on the crew.
Razelle Breuner stood and stretched, wandering off to her cabin to find a change of clothes. After that chicken soup for the soul she'd had on Vendaxa, she was in no hurry to be anywhere, and felt no imperative need to do anything or be seen in any specific way...but her entire wardrobe was casual clothes. Maybe she needed to dress sharp if she was going to be seeing Walker and/or Fable? She normally just looked...like Raz. Maybe today she needed to turn heads, even if it was just two specific heads.
Raz contemplated her closet for several minutes, which was likely the single girliest thing she'd ever done, ever. Eventually, she settled on something a little more bold than she'd normally consider something she could leave the house in. Shorts over a leotard under a jacket. It didn't leave her with much room to conceal weapons or armor, though she still managed a pistol in her jacket holster and a knife in one boot. She was vulnerable like this. She might be in danger...but there was no danger here. This was almost home.
As she heard the hiss of the Rime's boarding hatch close behind her, Razelle reached up to one ear to tap her headset comlink. It crackled for a second, opened up to the private channel she'd set up with Walker and Fable when she dropped the former off into the latter's care. "Hey. I'm back."
The Wheel, Local Time 1900
The Rime clunked and thunked as it attached and anchored to the side of a massive space station. Deep in the ship, there was a quiet blustering noise as Walker's old engine dog exhaled a snore of protest. Raz had made sure to keep the old bitty's food and water full while she'd been out. She was far too invested in that beastie, considering she hadn't even wanted it on her ship. At this point, though, "engine dog" was officially a required position on the crew.
Razelle Breuner stood and stretched, wandering off to her cabin to find a change of clothes. After that chicken soup for the soul she'd had on Vendaxa, she was in no hurry to be anywhere, and felt no imperative need to do anything or be seen in any specific way...but her entire wardrobe was casual clothes. Maybe she needed to dress sharp if she was going to be seeing Walker and/or Fable? She normally just looked...like Raz. Maybe today she needed to turn heads, even if it was just two specific heads.
Raz contemplated her closet for several minutes, which was likely the single girliest thing she'd ever done, ever. Eventually, she settled on something a little more bold than she'd normally consider something she could leave the house in. Shorts over a leotard under a jacket. It didn't leave her with much room to conceal weapons or armor, though she still managed a pistol in her jacket holster and a knife in one boot. She was vulnerable like this. She might be in danger...but there was no danger here. This was almost home.
As she heard the hiss of the Rime's boarding hatch close behind her, Razelle reached up to one ear to tap her headset comlink. It crackled for a second, opened up to the private channel she'd set up with Walker and Fable when she dropped the former off into the latter's care. "Hey. I'm back."