El'Ashel stepped into a little used corridor on the Oreas station. She wasn't wearing her uniform, opting for a nondescript coat, black shirt and jeans worn over a mostly skin-tight pressure suit instead. The corridor she'd just stepped into was part of a handful of little-used locations on the station that the Lancebreaker's teleportarium used to drop off and pick up crew for their mission.
The ship itself was being watched. You couldn't arrive in a ship like the Lancebreaker at an out-of-the-way port like this without attracting attention. This was all according to plan, of course. If she'd wanted to keep quiet she could have kept the ship running silent in some half-forgotten asteroid belt while she and her crew gathered information, but she wanted it to be seen. The ship got people talking and wondering about its goal, which in turn gave her and her crew a source of information. Anyone with something to hide would have to consider the possibility of the ship having arrived to cause trouble for them, and the scramble to hide all the dirty laundry should get them the information they needed.
That was the theory anyway. And if she'd been here to deal with a narcotics smuggling ring, or an enclave of paranoid survivalists, or any of half a dozen other less-than legal operations she'd be ready to move in and take them out. But the research operation she'd been hunting down had proven a lot more elusive. She sighed as she sent a signal, and a moment alter she found herself back aboard her ship. It was time to implement plan B.
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Half an hour later she was walking down the ramp connecting her ship to the station. She was wearing her uniform now, a dark red jacket and similarly colored pants with a variety of white decorations and rank insignia. After leaving the ramp she headed deeper into the stations, heading for one of the more up-market cafés in the station, took a seat, and ordered what passed for tea in this place. Plan A had been to find out what she needed to know with no one the wiser. Plan B was to see who'd come sniffing for information once she made herself available, and turn the tables on them. Not as elegant as plan A, but it'd have to do.
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