@8th_wonder:
Mac's fingers drifted over the controls of her personal craft as she approached the airspace of the lauded Aurora. Stars twinkled in the sky as she ran through her processes, flipping buttons and preparing for the descent onto the deck of the modern marvel, and the purview of the highly esteemed Achilles.
The moment she breached the territorial airspace of the craft, the internal alarms of her own started dinging and a calm, mechanical voice came into her cockpit. "Your craft has now entered unauthorized airspace. Please identify immediately."
Mac tapped in the codes that Ellie had provided her with, courtesy of Achilles, and continued coasting in closer, Everything went according to plan, and her craft touched down with little fanfare. She exited the cockpit and as the soles of her leather boots hit the deck, she stretched to her full height of 5'2" and shook off the muscle fatigue.
The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the deck, and Mac blinked once, then twice, as she waited for her eyes to adjust. Ellie had undersold the full scope of this outfit. She should have actually looked at the specs that had been sent to her.
Mac tied hair that was currently silver-blonde into a ponytail atop her head, the tail trailing down her back, and shoved her hands into the pockets of the worn black leather moto jacket as she went over the preliminary data that had been fed to her by Ellie and Achilles himself.
She'd grown a little too rote with her missions lately, and what once had fed the hunger had started to sate her less and less. This was an opportunity for something new, and a little different. Something that let her linger in the shadows and take the brunt for others to stand in the light. Bastien was the only one who fully understood this need within her.
The wind whipped through her, raising goosebumps along her flesh as she strode quickly across the deck. Mac preferred the cold over the heat, but this was not her favored cold nip of autumn weather. She made her way quickly towards one of the entrances. aiming to make her way inside to the belly of the beast: Central Command.
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