C-168: Zarg’s World Highport, Dock 23
“For sure, I don’t generally ask a lot of questions about my cargo-“
From the Travel Pod station her response is interrupted when a second pod pulls up.
The door to the pod opens, in the doorway flanked by two PSO Legionnaires is a woman, presumably the cargo master…
So, if you would, I’d like you to read and edit this linked post between the lines, and Michaela can do the same to this one.
Oliver sees a young woman, aged around 10. She is stunningly beautiful, with caramel brown skin and light coloured eyes. She is of average height, with ample curves; her hair is a lighter colour than you might expect with that skin tone – a cultivated mess of warm honey blonde curls. She is dressed casually, in black figure hugging slacks, heels and a sleeveless white shirt with an extremely plunging neckline. There is some very sparkly jewellery around her neck and she is carrying a couple of bags. When the doors open she is smiling and appears at ease. There is something magnetic about her.
Oliver turns with a smile and beckons her over. “You must be the Cargo Master, feel free to join us.”