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[sup] The Absolute Magnitude, Reno Spaceport [/sup][/center][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
Reno. 

She had been to the spaceport around fourteen times in the last decade, though it never particularly got better. For the blue-haired pilot of the Absolute Magnitude, it was hard to imagine that the city was once second banana to Las Vegas, especially given the city’s “recent” transformation into the principal metropolitan city in the state. Xaara may have been inspired and curious about Earth, but she wasn’t that curious; or at least, she wasn’t about Reno.

There had been many experiences in the city that she had “experienced” that had given her a bad taste in her mouth. The most significant of these encounters being when Danuel Diaz, otherwise known as “Danny the Fish” to his friends, attempted to frame the crew of the Absolute Magnitude, back when there really wasn’t a crew, to get back at Poole for some reason or another. It was one reason why she broke all of the Earthling’s ten fingers for not only wasting her time but also threatening her livelihood for something inane and irrelevant. Poole had called it excessive. She considered it cathartic. Danny thought it painful—so painful that he never bothered her and Poole for nearly a decade. It was hard to argue with results, though she did remember that her original idea for Danny’s [i]reward[/i] was a lot more brutal; a punishment that Poole had [i]talked her down[/i] from. It was probably the first instance where her co-pilot and partner had told her she had a sociability problem.

The most recent instance being a few days ago when Poole and Xaara disagreed on their need to be transparent about the past. Her hesitance to even see his point led to a lengthy discussion that she still felt was a waste of time; and had anyone else questioned her decisions she would’ve shown them kindly to the nearest airlock. But sociability and being well-received were two specific traits that Xaara didn’t have in her arsenal and while they weren’t flaws or issues to her they certainly were to Poole. As far as Xaara was concerned the people on her ship knew [i]enough[/i] and she didn’t have the interest or patience to embarrass herself or detail a story that was now a non-issue. But she was also admittedly a very private person. To her, there was no value in, as Poole once put it, “humanizing” herself.

Though her steadfast belief in that fact didn’t stop her from thinking about it. Especially with touching down in Reno of all places, but she couldn’t argue against it when it was the closest port to the mission objective. With that in mind, she moved to a console on her left as the Absolute Magnitude cut through Earth’s atmosphere.

[color=8084A9]“We’ll be touching down shortly. We’ll talk about drawing straws after the fact.”[/color] She droned over communications channels as the ship met with the atmosphere of the planet. 

She took a light breath. That was another thing about places like Reno; Xaara was even [i]more[/i] paranoid about the spaceport officials and denizens. The Absolute Magnitude nearly was taken from her in another occasion in Reno, and the whole ordeal with the Reno law enforcement due to Danny’s actions was always fresh in her mind, reminding her what exactly could happen if there wasn’t at least one body on the ship during jobs. Poole had implemented a “straws” system in response considering he knew Xaara wouldn’t be able to accommodate suggestions for her to not worry about it and that the two events were isolated incidents. 

But considering the hostage situation they had bought themselves into, could they afford not going in with the full group? Xaara was the best sharpshooter the Absolute Mangitude had and the others had skillsets that were inarguably useful—Jeremiah was ex-military and a half-decent tactician when he wasn’t toasted, Eimi and Deevee were technological savants who would be essential to hacking into the base to get a read on the cameras, and Lynette had experience with hostage situations due to her police background. Xaara didn’t like it, but she didn’t feel comfortable attacking the base a man down even moreso than leaving the ship unmanned. She could hear Poole laughing in her head. She wanted to punch him.

After sending and receiving the necessary information to the spaceport at Reno, Xaara carefully flew the ship into their docking station. She knew by this point everyone would be waiting to unload and see who got to stay at the ship (though it tended to be Xaara or Poole for very obvious reasons) during the op. She was not looking forward to the comments regarding her not bothering with it this time. She was sure one of them was going to be snarky and annoying.

[i]Time to gear up and deal with it.[/i]

When she got to the loading bay she didn’t bother wasting anyone’s time. [color=8084A9]“We need full staff for this one. Make sure you have your gear and let’s get this over with. If you have a joke, tell it on the way there. Any questions?”[/color]