Setting
All space-faring traffic in and out of Wing City arrives and departs from here. There are launch towers for older models of spacecraft, and quantum-distortion field panels for the newer gravitational assistance systems.
Customs
There are currently no customs in place.
"How did she react?", the doctor asked.
Nagumi laughed, "She didn't fight me... but hardly anyone does..."
The doctor laughed and approached the woman, "I'll need to inoculate you. The testing down her can be hazardous. This is a vaccine for all the currently known forms of chemical and biological warfare." He held out a pneumatic syringe, "It just clicks and its done, not even a mark." He held the device out as Nagumi stood, watching a large flatbed transport haul the woman's Gundam.
But she would how ever grin as she believed the Doctor was talking to the woman who had hired her...she herself wasn't particularly found of getting shots...needles where something that she wasn't to found of.
Her gaze would however avert to the flatbed transport that currently had her prized machine placed on it. Her left eyebrow would twitch as she herself didn't like the [c]
"Watch the road, Bob!", the Doctor yelled. The robotic arm regained control of the transport and corrected its coarse. "Now, young lady... This shot.", he advised. "You need this other wise the money is worthless." He looked at her seriously, "It's a little hard to enjoy the cash when you're busy dying of the worst diarrhea you've ever imagined."
Nagumi nodded and smirked, "It's true... I've seen it happen." She turned away and waved at Bob again, who was again waving back at her. She had taught the machine to wave and the technicians regretted it ever since.
She would then avert her attention to the Doctor as she gulped. "E-Ehehehe....I don't no needles..." she chuckled nervously as she rubbed the back of her head. "I-Is there a different way...?" she asked nervously, she stared at the needle for a moment as she felt her skin go pale.
She would however look over to Nagumi with a what the hell face. "You watched someone crap themselves to death!?" she exclaimed as she would of hanged herself before she did that.
"Mother... That's enough of that...", said the Doctor, shaking his head. "She's just trying to scare you... She was a very ugly girl to begin with...", he added. He held up the pneumatic syringe. "There isn't even a needle, dear... It injects it straight into the skin."
Nagumi shrugged and watched as the platform opened and the transport drove into the base, leaving the mech as if laying upon a pedestal.
"Hrmmm....just g-get it over with...it better not hurt!" she yelled, her brow furrowing as she couldn't multi task that well, but if anything did bad happen to her machine she would flip out in an instant.
Nagumi turned abruptly, "I did not!!" She turned red in the face and pushed the woman towards her mech, "Well, go get her set up!" She turned and stuck a tongue out at the smiling Doctor.
Many other platforms lined the area, each covered with a canvas. One, however had a large object underneath the canvas. "There's mine over there... At least... Mine until they finish designing my new one...", he boasted. ”
"Why do you have it covered up for..." she asked as she looked back at the woman who pushed her near her own machine.
She nodded and pointed at a large building to the end of the hanger area, "Those are the dorms... They haven't furnished most of the rooms... So you'll be bunked with me..." She grinned and patted Nadiyya's butt again, "What do you think of that idea, eh?"
"W-What, there's no way I'm sh-sharking a room with a pervert like you..." she stammered horribly, her meeping as Nagumi patted her but. "S-Stop that!"
Sheffield was surprised that the contact had gone so well, even after the uncertainty that had plagued him the night before during their meeting, and she really didn't seem all that opposed to his plan. Or she didn't sound it. People could play that off, though... Odd that he was paying attention to these things. It shouldn't be that much of an issue, just a couple of days and then he'd be done with it.
Or so he hoped.
He shuffled about still, ignoring the crowds and preferring to look to the many ships that were in dock, his mind pondering just which one was Grove's, and where he'd stay on board the thing during transit. Hopefully nowhere too dank. He could take any space, no matter the size, so long as it wasn't wet. Given, his ideas of interstellar travel were biased somewhat by film.