They walked down a catwalk, towards an opening in the distance. The architecture of the station seemed Caldari, but there was an ill mist around it, almost as if one was looking through a grain filter on one of those ancient holoreels. The large docking bay they were in seemed familiar to Leopold, but he didn't bother looking around. It was the same Caldari station, like thousands of others, just with the addition of that ill mist. It was where he would end up sooner or later, where she would bring him eventually. He wasn't in Caldari space.
He was in Curse.
The frail looking Achuran woman next to his side smiled as the echo of her footsteps against the metal catwalk dropped to a halt.
Why are you so anxious, Leopold?
Her eyes pierced inside the back of his skull, he could feel it. He must not show a sign of weakness... not now, not here.
I am alright... it's just the atmosphere of the station. Not used to it after being in the pod that long.
She raised an eyebrow, so slightly that it was barely noticeable and continued walking, the light chime of her boots ringing in the air.
I have talked with the Dominations about your performance so far. It hasn't been perfect, but you have proven yourself in defense of our assets. They liked that... however, you might be heading home sooner than you had anticipated.
What do you mean?
I mean that you will have to take a certain shipment from us, and bing it back to Akila. It will have to be in the cargobay, so clone jumping out won't be possible. This isn't a usual smuggling operation, so take care. Garett will fill you in on the details when we reach his office. So start writing a letter back to Kirsa that you'll be home soon.
Leopold stopped walking, letting her gain a few steps. She turned around and giggled.
Yes, we know.
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