So much for a smooth operation. All they had to do was deliver the adjujant to the buyer and that was it. The hardest part was mostly the securing of the adjujant itself as it was quite guarded, but wasn't a match for Maya. Between her cloaking and her sniping prowess, securing the thing and delivering it was a piece of cake. But it ended up not being the case. Between losing the prize as well as the buyer being killed, it wasn't exactly a successful job well done, more like a failure.
When her acquaintance Paul Nordlund took a look at her, she could tell from reading his mind that he considered killing her off and taking all the money for himself. But he didn't. He could of, but he wouldn't exactly have a fighting chance against a Ghost of all characters. All was left was the dropshop, the vehicle used to deliver the adjujant, and enough money for roughly a day's worth of life expectancy which was to be expected. When someone recommended for them to buy a spacecraft and get off Deadman's Rock, she couldn't agree more; the place was vile enough let alone all the potential back-stabbing mercenaries who could easily capture her and sell her off to the Terran Dominion for a quick sum of creds. Following Paul onto the vehicle, he mentioned knowing a place.
"For a former UED Lieutenant, you somehow know your way around here."
After the journey and arriving at Deadman's Port, the colour scheme stayed the same. Wasteland Junkyard with characters that could easily, if they wanted to, take them out and sell their equipment for a price. Loads of parked ships of varying designs and features; from Valkyries and Dropships, to Wraiths and even Battlecruisers. However at a time like this, subtlety was key. Most space-worthy craft was a single pilot cockpit, not much for a duo or even larger. However she eyed a Wraith in the distance.
"We'll take that Wraith over there. If you pilot and we get attacked, I can cover our backs from the front door. Alongside the cloaking technology, we can avoid unnecessary attention. As much as I'd love a Battlecruiser for storage and practically retrofit it to be an mobile home, it's size could provoke unwanted attention from perhaps entire fleets."