[On the upside, the warrant gets accepted nearly as soon as it clears the bureaucrats and hits the brokers. Jason's been peripherally aware of this particular operation for a while. Over the past few months they've been hitting passenger transports, small cargo ships, a few private vessels. Small-time, so they've been flying under the radar of being enough of a problem for the authorities to put much effort into stopping them. But now they've either made the mistake or finally mustered the brass to hit a company ship and pissed off someone who can afford to authorize a warrant. Company jobs don't usually interest him, much. But when this one crosses his radar, he picks it up.
Being a killjoy in the middle of Company territory is a little like being a fox in a particularly belligerent henhouse. He can feel critical glances from the masses and unhappy Enforcer eyes on his back while he wanders around the dock to the corner where his new best friend is supposed to be waiting. She looks just like her personnel file tells him she will—younger than you'd usually expect for a solo pilot. With the added bonus of looking a whole lot like she'd rather be anywhere but here. He shoulders his way through the foot traffic and ignores the the dirty looks it gets him to slide into the seat across from her.]
Hi. [Helpful. At least there's no mistaking who he's likely to be. In the midst of the enforcers and the company joes, a killjoy sticks out like a heavily armed sore thumb. Rather than introduce himself—]
Stephanie Brown, am I right? Heard you gave some hijackers hell today.
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Being a killjoy in the middle of Company territory is a little like being a fox in a particularly belligerent henhouse. He can feel critical glances from the masses and unhappy Enforcer eyes on his back while he wanders around the dock to the corner where his new best friend is supposed to be waiting. She looks just like her personnel file tells him she will—younger than you'd usually expect for a solo pilot. With the added bonus of looking a whole lot like she'd rather be anywhere but here. He shoulders his way through the foot traffic and ignores the the dirty looks it gets him to slide into the seat across from her.]
Hi. [Helpful. At least there's no mistaking who he's likely to be. In the midst of the enforcers and the company joes, a killjoy sticks out like a heavily armed sore thumb. Rather than introduce himself—]
Stephanie Brown, am I right? Heard you gave some hijackers hell today.
[Why don't you tell him all about it.]