<strong>Titan (Industrial, High Population World) - Orbital Spaceport --&gt; ISS Amazonia</strong><br/><br/>The spaceports on various worlds ranged from barely more than a landing strip to a luxurious hotels and trading centers, but when it come to this one, there was little that was not available, at least to someone with the money and the connections. The white plating on the walls and the floor were meant to give the space a light and open feel, the flat viewscreens along the hallway meant to give a feel of looking right out into the open space itself, even though the hallway still had the open hangars between it and the actual void.<br/><br/>Not to mention the space outside the station wasn't really that impressive. On one hand, there was the large naval shipyards building the starships and spaceships for the sector, and at the other there was the lone ships arriving and leaving on occasions. The spaceport offered more recorded and pre-edited video of the neighboring planets and objects of interest than it offered actual live camerafeed.<br/><br/>None of it really mattered for long though, as the younger of the two women walking the hallway paused before a hangar door to insert a white plastic card to the lock. The whirring as the door opened gave a view of the open hangar, and the central, dominating figure of a brand new starship.<br/><br/><strong>"Come, everything is almost ready, we are about to launch in a short while. Everything should already be aboard. Well except for us."</strong>Smirking a bit Carmella lead Roslyn towards the streamlined vessel. Amazonia its name proudly stated at the side of its hull, the vessel resembled a military ship with its three turrets giving it an imposing look, but yet it carried no imperial navy designations and no corporate logo either. This was a ship that Roslyn's daughter and companions had put their life savings into, as well as taking a good chunk out of Roslyn's own wealth to build, but there it was, waiting for them to get aboard and set off.<br/><br/><strong>"About time."</strong>A serious voice spoke up, but was quickly accompanied by a small smile on the otherwise serious looking face.<strong>"Nicole was worried you were going to be late, and we'd be stuck waiting for a new time for a launch."</strong>The voice belonged to a blonde woman with blue eyes and a tight-fitted dark brown faux-leather outfit.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm Emma Frei, one of the gunners as well as the grease-monkey for IS Amazonia. If you got something broken, I can usually fix it. Though mostly I work on the power and life support. The two things you want to keep in working order."</strong>She spoke this calmly but the small smile remained on her face. She was about Roslyn's daughter's age, though standing straight and perhaps an inch taller.<br/><br/><strong>"I was just about to show her a tour around the place, but how soon do we need to get on the move?"</strong>Carmella asked quickly, her own short skirt flattering her backside slightly teasing in its manner, her top hugging her bust in a way that made any customs agent sure she wasn't hiding anything, though at the same time wanting to search her over. Something she got from her mom.<br/><br/><strong>"Well Nicole said something about ten minutes, seven minutes ago."</strong>Emma remarked and nod her head.<strong>"Relax, it'll take a while to get into safe distance to jump anyway. Take a tour and enjoy the view. Just dont go to the french girl's room. She's, uh, not decent."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Again? Sheesh. That girl has to put a little pause to it."</strong>Carmella paused to look at the woman she had walked to the ship with, looking like she was considering how to say what was on her mind.<strong>"We are friends aboard ISS Amazonia, and I hope we'll make friends with you quickly too, but <em>Jessica</em>, our frenchie, is a little much sometimes. She might, for instance, think that cheering you up involves walking in on your shower and squeezing you up from behind."</strong>The way she said it was entirely serious at that.<br/><br/><strong>"She is pretty liberated."</strong>Carmella nodded.<strong>"Shall I show you to the rooms?"</strong>As she spoke though Emma tilted her head.<strong>"If you would like, I could bring you to the bridge, and to meet some of the crew."</strong>