Knives For The Search

114-03-06  Gulfonodi, Republic Fleet Logistic Support, A'dria Phell's Captains Quarters.

Standing at the railing, looking at her ships arrayed before her, A'dria contemplated what the last 2 years had meant to her; where she had been, how far she'd come.

She also thought about what the next two years held for her.

One thing is certain, she thought, I have to do more with myself.

She glared at the dull rusted look of the hangar, but then subsided in her frustration. It wasn't the Republic's fault she had stagnated, it wasn't Tiger's or the Clan's fault either. All the blame lay with her, and she knew it.

Turning away from the view of the hangar, she strode down the walkway back into the main living area. She went straight to her weapons locker and entered her access code. She grabbed two more power packs for her laser pistol, another charge for her backup low yield plasma pistol, and two extra knives.

She put the extra packs for her ranged weapons in their places on her holsters, and placed the knives next to their counterparts on her back sheath.

Loaded for bare, and ready for anything, she walked to the exit and opened the door with a command from her internal Neo-Com. Stepping into the hallway, she grabbed her two escorts and headed for the Interbus terminal.

She was going to see if she could find any of her's and Tiger's old associates in the Tribal Liberation Force. If she couldn't find anything there, she'd head over to Caldari space and see if she could find old friends and enemies alike.