[center][color=silver][h3]The Gray Dynasty: Abigail Harlow and Victor Strade[/h3]
Current Deployment:[/color] Venus
[color=silver]Current Time:[/color] 14:18, Earth Standard Time, 2207.[/center]

“I mean, it looks like a mining ship.”

Abigail rubbed the back of her neck, peering up at The Wight with a clear expression of disappointment. It was a clunky thing, flat and stout, with two odd-looking engines stuck onto each side as if it had been salvaged from another spacecraft. It had the plainest decoration possible; just a serial number etched on the side and the Empire’s regulated colours to identify it as part of the Grays’ official vehicles. It was almost akin to going adventuring in a council rubbish truck.

Victor squinted at the ship, nodding to himself before realising Abigail's confusion.
“That’s because it is.” he explained, passing her over a rolled up schematics sheet that contained the layout of the ship itself. “We’ll be incognito, that doesn’t mean we’ll be completely useless.”

“What the fu-...n?” Abigail only took a cursory glance at the schematics and had to hold them close to her nose, squinting at them. “Oh my god,” she murmured with emphasis. “How did they manage to fit all this into such a tiny ship?” Abigail raised and lowered the schematics as if she was trying to compare the two. 

“We know what we’re doing. We got a briefing coming up first thing, so don’t go exploring just yet, will you?” he’d say before starting to make his way towards the ship, up it’s extended ramp. Abigail, who had already started making a beeline for the engines, let loose an audible groan of frustration and scurried back to follow Victor into the ship via its cargo bay.

“Hey, Captain?”

“Harlow.” he retorted, indicating his attentiveness.

“You talked to my mum, right? Did you also get the feeling she didn’t want me going?” sighed Abigail, peering down at her holopad with uncertainty. 

“Oh. Yeah, no. She definitely doesn’t want you here.” he paused, slowly making his way to what would be the briefing room, luggage still in hand. “But then again, most mothers wouldn’t want their children working for the government.” 

“Mmh...But I want to be here,” Abigail responded tetchily. Using the schematics, the pair of them navigated the ship’s interior towards the briefing room just behind the cockpit. “She’s scared of ‘losing me’ or something - thing is, I’m probably not going to leave the ship. And with [i]these[/i] shields? I’d go out and taunt the pirates from the top of the engine rig!” She tapped what had to be the shield generator on the schematics. “Worst thing that’s gonna happen is I might get too excited over these plans and bleed to death before we get into orbit.”

Once they entered the briefing room, Abigail let loose a low whistle. It really was kitted out for a long-term, incognito mission. More importantly, there was a distinct lack of people in the room. “Ok, we’re early. [i]Please[/i] may I take a look around? I’ll be back in like...3 minutes! 4, tops!”

“Harlow, I didn’t order you, I just suggested. I’m expecting you to be present for it, -timely-.” he ignored her, seating himself. Abigail hopped from foot to foot, dumped her luggage on the floor and went sprinting out of the door.