Re: Tarum III - Space Station The Dividing Line
"Long enough. Make no mistakes. We may be seeking the same objective, but we are not a team."
Vix's answer is terse, and to the point, and as always, electronically scrambled to mask the voice behind it. With a thud lost to the vaccuum of space, the pod strikes metal. It steadies, clamping to the hull, then Vix steps from the hatch, at home in zero-gee. Sensors would read no life signs, no radar return.. but that was nothing new with Vix.
The dark figure starts out over the hull, looking for any sign of an entry point, whether through blast damage, or an airlock. It moves in long, leaping strides, clamping to the hull each time using the electromagnets in it's boots.