Donovan put together a cold supper for Edith in the hopes of appeasing her and convincing her to help him out. He figured he would wait until she woke up before asking for her help. Hopefully that would give him time to finalize his analysis of the mead and get him a few more brownie points.

(hehe and acutal brownies may help that too XD)

Edith with the late hour she went out at for work would have seen the spectical of the moon bridge opening to the south east of the city... like an all white (no a little silvery) rainbow arching across the heavens and shinning down into the jungle. Not to much a spectical in and of itself, but the damaged ship not much smaller than the moon bridge flying out of it in a tail spin sure as hell was.

It dropped low bellow her view though, along the tree tops bellow the mountains, out of view from behind the wall. Then the other half of the spectical came as the lights along a segment of the walls and all around the port shut down covering part of the city in darkness while the outline of the ship could just barely be made out flying in to land in one of the hangers, before the doors closed and the lights came back on.

She could tell the ship was damaged though, when she saw it came in she saw little hints of it: AEther 'bleeding off of it; hull breaches revealing internal lighting; the inconsistency of the beams from the ion-drive; and most ships did not have an asymmetrical/non-aerodynamic outline.
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That ship certainly was having an interesting time of it-and had come from an interesting place. One thing it clearly needed was a mechanic. Instead of going home, Edith decided to check the mysterious ship out. Maybe she could pick up some more work.

Edith barely caught sight of some rather odd people passing around a corner when she walked in. The bay in question was guarded and they stooped her. "I'm afraid the bay is closed for maintenance, one of the deliveries of the wall-toxins was spilled."

"I'm looking for the captain of the ship that just came in. There are a lot of repairs that need to be done."

"There is more damage to the bay, it's not safe to go in there, we have specialists that have to clean up such breaches before repairs can be done."

Edith knew he was full of shit. That was not a transport ship and it was leaking Eather not poisons. This along with the fact they shut down the lights as the ship came in made it rather clear that some one didn't want anyone to see what was inside that bay.

That made Edith even more curious about what was going on. Why was the ship being hidden? Did it have special cargo? Special passengers? Or maybe the ship itself was special.

"Ok. I still need to see the captain. Is he still on board?"

"Your not getting in here."

"Fine," Edith replied. "I'll find him another way."

Now even more curious about the ship, Edith headed to wherever cargo would be offloaded. Her first guess was that they were smuggling goods. She poked around a bit to see if she could figure out what-if anything- they were smuggling.

A side door of the hanger opened, and someone emerged into the loading area; he was tall, clad in something that looked like an armored space suit, and had a visored helmet on in the shape of a bird's beaked head. The stranger walked with self assured strides toward Edith, and as he grew closer it would be easier to see he had not only four arms but weapons enough for each. He didn't reach for any when he reached the woman, yet his tone when it came from his suit's speaker was hard and terse.

"I'm busy, so let me get right to the point; the official register says you're wrong about a ship being in that dock, there's no record of any transmission asking for clearance, and if you check you'll find the security footage of this conversation accidently got erased or the feed cut out for the exact amount of time I was here talking.

"You wanted to have a chat with me, you got your wish. But we don't need your services, since we don't exist, so buzz off. Or hang around in the public areas if you like playing Spy to your heart's content, but I can promise you I've been at this a lot longer than you. For example, did you really think after you made such a stink about getting to the ship, that we wouldn't check the cargo area too?"

Edith considered the 4-armed man; she had her answer, "I was just looking for work. I have no desire to get involved in whatever illegal thing you're doing here."

"I suggest that the next time this happens, you politely say, 'Thank you, but we're not hiring'. Threats just make people wonder what you're hiding. Being rude makes people want to return it in kind."

She turned to leave.

Raven gave a barking laugh.

"When I want your opinion..., no wait, that's never going to happen.

"Gee, you think I might make people mad treating them this way? Wow, I guess it's a good thing I've got all these weapons, and I was just using them for weight so I don't float into the sky.

"Thanks for that advice that nobody ever before you has ever said, here's some for you; go home, go to bed, wake up and go to work, live your boring normal life until you grow old and die. Because if you wrinkle up your nose at the thought of some crate of plasma blasters, or some drugs, or whatever else you count as illegal, I can tell you sure as I'm not officially here that you want no part of what's waiting on the inside of that hanger."

The splicer stays where he is, watching to make sure the woman actually leaves.

Edith didn't bother responding to the man; she didn't want anything to do with him. She didn't really need the job after all, and her curiosity about the ship had been assuaged.

It had been a long night and Edith was more than ready to get some sleep. She went home, nudged Paracelsus out of the middle of the bed, and went to sleep.

Satisfied, Raven returns to his ship.

Moving to another thread

Some one knocked at Ediths door rather late into the night.

Edith got up and blearily answered the door. Donovan woke up, but when Edith went to get up, he rolled over and went back to sleep.

There was a man outside "Hello, can we speak in private?"

Edith looked up and down the deserted street. "This seems pretty private. What did you want to talk about?"

"Tell me can you shape premium?" (she can but it is very very hard for her.)

"Yes, but it takes a great deal of work and is not always successful."

"I have a job offer, salvage mission, you stand to make a grate deal of money."

"Why don't you come in and we'll discuss terms," Edith suggested.

He smiles giving a nod and slides in quietly, once inside he spoke more. "The area is dangerous and the operation is barely legal, but I assure you it is, I can promise you will least make a quarter million creeds as a consultant alone but if you are able to help in acquiring any valuable parts or metals you stand to make a good bit more. Laws making taking any data or intact equipment iligal, but salvage laws are rather .... well lacking in the wilds, there is a lot one can legally take from a crashed ship so long as you make it there before the owners. Esenchaly anything of significant damage can be considered salvageable scrap one just take if no one else is there to lay claim to it."

Edith listened to the man and asked him a number of questions about what exactly they were going after, who he was and how much experience he had with salvage, how large the team was, the basic equipment they were going with, and when they were leaving. She also made it clear that she was only interested in working legal jobs.