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Arianeira took the card, slightly suspicious of Stratford. He'd heard of her. Uh-oh. The name of his ship didn't ring any bells so she doubted she'd actually been in a space fight with him but she hadn't known the military knew her real name. She eyed his uniform carefully as she followed them from the car, lagging behind slightly. Despite her misgivings, she didn't throw the card away but tucked it into her jacket pocket.

It would serve as a reminder. Firstly, she needed to track the man through the network and find out what he knew and whether he was a threat. Secondly, she needed to find out how many people knew her real name instead of her pirate pseudonym: Aeron Skyhawk. She wondered absently whether she ought to have a civilian one. Thirdly, it would warn her to be more careful when talking to anyone in future. If he hadn't known what she looked like before, he certainly did now and also knew of her presence on the planet.

She dropped her hands into her pockets in disgust - though not so that she couldn't get them out in a hurry - and made for one of the less respectable taverns on the station. She was almost certain she would not see the Captain there and it was as good a place as any to set her inquiries in motion. Getting her spacecraft back was suddenly getting more complicated than she had at first supposed.

Several hours later, Arianeira emerged from the same tavern, stone cold sober and lighter of pocket. She rarely drank; drink slowed the reactions, not to mention the filth that sort of inn put in it, but she'd paid for a few. She'd got someone working on finding out about the man's interest in her and she'd got timy fragments about him. His reputation extended further than she'd thought. Quite famous for tracking down pirates apparently. That could explain how he'd heard of her. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. She thought, but it couldn't hurt to find out. She'd also talked to one of the men working out in hyperspace. Her ship was still there but it didn't seem likely they were going to release it any time soon. She sighed. But to go and steal it back I'd have to have another ship... It was a vicious circle. She wondered if they were just holding her ship to be awkward or if they did actually know her name and were just looking for an excuse. She grumbled. Far too complicated.

Arianeira retraced her footsteps back the way she had come. In a moment of madness she decided to go back to the dock and see if there were any ships worth stealing in order to restore her own. She smiled wryly. It wasn't anything that she hadn't done before. Skipping the queues to get back to the port, she made her way to the gap in the wall she had used earlier that morning. She stepped through lightly, checked that there was nobody around and then crossed the deserted concrete to the other wall. In about three minutes she had just cut out about half an hour's wait for every else to pass through customs and the terminal. She quickly climbed the wall and slid down the other side. She looked around at the waiting ships, easily identifying the two new ones at this end of the dock that had come in about the same time. One she knew was the woman's; she guessed the other must be Stratford's.

Space Station
Planet Laria
True space

Stratford, meanwhile, was just clearing customs. He'd had a second encounter with the guard, meant he was no having to sprint, due to the fact headbutting guards was bad form. Running into the bay, he glanced around once, nothing with a grin that the auto turrets hadn't engaged. Lowering the ramp on his ship, he sped onboard, but left the ramp down, while he activated the ship on 'silent' mode, which would take 5 minutes.

Space Station
Planet Laria
True space

Peering down at the sudden speaking, Stratford nodded, "Indeed, but I doubt they'd do very well in here," he said, gesguring the bare ship. His belongings were all cloaked. Only a fool showed his wares. He smiled faintly, then returned to his task, wondering if the Arulan had repaired the pirates ship. The ship gave a soft hiss and powered up quietly. Peering back down, James said, "I'd advise you mind out now, or you may get caught in my up-draft".

Space Station
Planet Laria
True space

Vroop vroop vroop Security teams to hangar one. Personel attacked by known male. Subdue if possible. Kill if you must. "Right." Stratford said, pushing Nonah away from the ship and running into the cockpit, firing the engines up and floating forwards. Glancing at the screens, Stratford swore as he saw the auto-turrets lower. Glancing at a lower screen, he saw Nonah still in harms way of the turrets and swore. Hitting the weapons control, he made a rash decision. Targeting each turret with three turrets, he fired weak blasts to damage but not destroy them. He'd never leave somewhere defenceless. Not with the enemys. With the weapons destroyed, Stratford eased the ship closer to the exit port, then hit full power, knowing he was far enough from anyone to roast them. As soon as he was clear, he'd hit the hyperdrive engine and escape.

[Basically, James headbutted a guard, who didn't like it much. He called for James' arrest, but James just fled in the best way you can. Under persuit, and with big explosions.]

Hyperon
In orbit over Planet Laria
True space

Outside the station, the Hyperon gave a twist in victory, while the station bases locked onto his ship. While the main weapons charged, James key'd in the jump co-ordinants for his next leap, engaged, and vanished two seconds before the cap gun shells exploded where he'd been.