~Davin~
location:Ral'tons second moon, orbit
The sound of the slow moving corvette was still and silent, as it drifted through the orbit of the smallest moon. Not a sound could be heard as the automated systems clicked and chirped from within, analyzing and searching for something. As the insides were alive with the sound of music emanating from deep within. Closer down towards the birthing area, a figure was sitting patiently at the main table with his synthetic arm held out over the tables top. Davin was doing some minor work on his prosthetic, nothing too serious despite the way it may seem on the outside. He fired a small welding pulse to fuse two broken sections together, with a large glass of brandy sitting ahead of him. The bottle from which it was pored still had a small bead of sweat sliding down its side.
He slid down the seat to look over a small console as a timer ticked by, though he was only slightly observant of the fact as he continued on his arm. Two of the middle most fingers jump as he make one final adjustment and slides the guard sheet closed. The comm system pops on and a voice calls out. "Davin, is it wise to just be waiting like this?" Davin raises his head and smiles at the context of the question. "Yes Freyja, estimating another nine hours till the mark shows up and seeing as there is nothing else to do.. I intend to fill the time."
Leaning over and taking his glass back up to drink a slow sip, a flash of light runs across his face. After swallowing down the last of his golden brandy, he sees the console is now glowing brightly and the numbers were replaced with a scanning signal. Freyja's voice chimes back again in a riposte. "Like I asked Odin, was this wise.." Davin smirks with a crooked angle in his smile and slides the glass away as he taps the screen of the console and Freyja fills him in. "A ship is rising from the surface of the moon, its origin is unknown but the IFF listing is that of one of the alias's listed by the client. Logic dictates that the target is on that ship." Davin looks at the screen as he slides his arm back into the sleeve of his jumpsuit and sips it back up. He marches through the berthing before passing through the door to his armory and quickly dons his armor, by stepping into his rigging capsule. The armor is clasped around his body and mechanically closed by small aperture arms as they lover the sections onto him, ending finally with his helmet being lowered to him and he seizes it.
"Keep tracking the ship and notify me of any other guest that we receive." He approaches a secondary console that gives him bridge command and looks over the ship in his view, its small size and speed mark it as a transport ship. However they did possess some small form of combat potential, lite pulsar weaponry and the such, but nothing that could scratch his ship. He hails the small ship as it comes with his range and orders.
"This is the Hlidskjalf, I know who you are and I am not apposed to shooting you down. I was paid for your presence, but they are willing to accept a body if it must come to that." The small ship bucks for a moment before it thrust forward and begins to cut away from his ship. Davin adjust his speed to catch it and with some quick calculations, fires a singular round into the port engine cell. Causing the ship to spin and spit debris angrily until sputtering to a halt as all signs of power dies. A smile graces his face as he moves the ship in closer to retrieve his prize.