True Ghost

*Video feed begins
The camera drone moves slowly backwards, tracking Celia as she walks down a narrow corridor in what appears to be the interior of a Matari vessel. She is smiling confidently, her bright eyes fixed on the camera*

A girl can feel spoiled sometimes. Two new playthings in the space of a week...

*She smirks, oblivious to the passing crewmen who hastily make way for her, pressing themselves against the walls and avoiding eye-contact as she makes her advance down the corridor.*

Both perfom brilliantly, are easy to control and... prove deeply satisfying.

*Celia's smirk widens to an outright wicked grin as she comes to a halt next to an airlock*

But today I will give testament to the latter of my new acquisitions...

*With a hiss, the airlock opens and Celia steps through the twin set of doors and out onto the boarding gantry. The camera drone continues to track her as she disembarks, capturing the glittering hull of a Rapier-class recon cruiser behind her. She leans forward on the gantry railing, lighting a cigarette and ignoring the disapproving look from the deck officer as she continues*

The Rapier is a true Ghost. Capable of stalking prey completely unseen, it can close to combat range to attack, then slip away into the void without a trace. It can lie above a gate, silently watching the traffic and where it's heading, waiting for an opportunity.

Typically for Core Complexion, the focus is on supplemental systems rather than sheer damage potential.

*Celia points with her cigarette to various sections of the ship*

The cowling over there houses the target painter, just behind that solar fin is the dual-web array. A cyno field generator can be mounted up there. As I've recently discovered, the ship really shines when used in tandem with other recons.

*She narrows her eyes and nods to herself as she takes a long draw and exhales*

A fine ship indeed. And I'm going to need it for a mission of a closer, more personal nature.

*Her smile and the brightness in her eyes fades as she turns her back on the ship and perches herself on the railing, undaunted by the long drop down to the deck floor behind her.*

Information on my mother is still coming in slowly. I know that she received a life sentence for the murder of my father and that the local prison transfered her to a secure RSS facility for reasons as yet unknown. I also know that CONCORD secured all of her files in February, the same time my security status officially went "outlaw".

That means they've made the connection, and have undoubtedly questioned her about me.

*she sighs, running a hand through her hair*

Which in turn means... I have a liability on my hands.

*Celia pauses, her dull gaze fixed on the plume of rising smoke from her cigarette as she chews on her bottom lip*

Would she have protected me under questioning? I mean, she killed to protect me once...

Or would she have been horrified by what I've done and readily co-operated? If she did help CONCORD, then...

*she looks away from the camera, letting her hair hide her face. She makes a small choking sound before suddenly looking back up to the lens, her eyes and voice completely devoid of emotion*

...then I'll do what needs to be done.

Either way, tracking her down is going to take me into dangerous places, to be sure.

*she lowers herself off the railing and looks back at the ship behind her*

And this is where the Juno comes in.

*Celia remains silent as she finishes smoking, crushing the stub beneath her boot with slow deliberation. She folds her arms across her chest as she gazes out to the hangar, only a subtle tick in her jaw betraying the tumult of thoughts racing through her mind*

Camera off.

*Video feed ends*