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Persephone - Eavesdown docks

Midnight finally came to dock at Eavesdown after a week of hard burn from Whitefall, and from where Capt. Anne had just purchased her first ship. Exciting, to most, but to Anne it had been an expected turn of events. She’d been working on Midnight since leaving her fathers side nearly ten years previous. She’d been first mate for the past six years, saving her wages and pilfered coin to finally have enough to buy out the Captain. What hadn’t been expected was the previous Captain and entire crew leaving the ship while they were still docked at Whitefall. She’d at least expected the crew to remain onboard until they reached Persephone to find to work or resign with her. Perhaps they simply didn’t want to work under a woman, or if they didn’t feel comfortable working beneath her, what was done was done. She’d sent out a quick wave to call in a favour from the other Capt, DeBois, her father, and he pulled through. He loaned her a skeletal crew, at a cost, a co-pilot and a mechanic to get her to Persephone and find her own.

Anne loved her little firefly, ever since the day she stepped aboard and it locked her out of her personal room. It had taken her three days to figure out just how to step on the rail for it to pop open and remain open for her, much to the amusement of her crew mates. From then it had been love, the little beast had been abused and mistreated and Anne made a point of overseeing the mechanics endeavours, she hadn’t known at the time that she would be owner of her in the future, but Anne had known that a ship that had been afloat for so long and taking care of so many people needed more respect than what she’d been given with the previous crew.

Over the previous week of travel Anne had sent out recruitment papers and managed to find herself a partial crew; a pilot, a medic, a mechanic, and a ‘man at arms‘. Hell even a bonafied Companion had requested to travel with them! That would make their lives a little bit easier, get them into ports that would otherwise be closed to them. Naturally they would post up their planned travel route, naturally they needed to remain a legitimate business, eventually the alliance will question how you remain afloat while not taking on any passengers… or supplies.

The docking clamps would close over Midnight and Anne would sigh, satisfied that she was finally there. “Thanks again Gerald, couldn’t have made it without you.” She’d walk with the borrowed pilot towards the bay where the would meet up with Max, the mechanic from Compass Rose[I/]. Reaching the bay she’d open the hatch, letting the doors and ramp open and extend before she started handing out the coin owed. [I[Midnight was nearly a full hour late to dock, and already she could see her resupplies waiting to finish their jobs for the day. Late into the evening Anne would walk down the ramp to solid ground and pause for a moment to just enjoy being ‘home’.

Anne would lean against one of the docking clamps, lighting herself a long cigarette and taking a deep haul, looking over the night markets now just opening in this city. It was high trade, and a place she had remembered coming to since her childhood. She’d watch the men load her purchased supplies into the bay of the ship while she waited for her crew to arrive for the evening.