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  1. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    Luka took in a breath of smoke as soon as the cig was lit. In some cases, the taste of ash was preferable to the antiseptic tones that were forced on them in Ceres. Like drinking a small serving of blended scotch, as cheap as they could bottle.

    Lifting his hand to his brow, he scratched his forehead with an expression that stood between a smile and a chuckle.

    Maybe revenge…maybe I'm fixing my mistake.” He took another draw, exhaling from his nose. “I didn't work with Benton. I trained him. For enforcement and wet work.

    Luka had numerous talents. And that included intimidation and disposal. But Benton had lost his way just around the time that Luka was finding his. And in that process, Benton had lost what it meant to be a friend or a brother.
     
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    “Wetwowk?”

    His brows climb up.

    “To na zákomang kowltim?” The man spreads his arms, gives an impressed little noise. “Wel, na ere mi da judging. Wa meng mowsh wowk, kéya?”

    He shrugs, shoving off the counter with the cig hanging off his metal lip. Slots right nice between metal teeth, too.

    “So kewe ando go im? Da misték fikseen?”
     
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    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    He had always been a cop, since his arrival on Ceres. Helix had wasted no time honing in on him, though he couldn't recall why exactly. He just assumed it was his posture and early military training. But falling out from his father's embrace, he considered any work to be a blessing.

    But being a cop didn't mean he was a clean cop.

    Taking a drag from the cig, he ran his fingers down the bruising cheek, indicating towards his swollen nose. All a consequence for a small trip to the Parem.

    It’s going well…can you tell?
     
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    “To call dat ‘well’?” The man shakes his head and laughs. “Helix got to spoiled, kopeng.”

    He strolls further into the room, trailing smoke like a cheap ride.

    “Kom.” He twirls his cigarette above his shoulder, invites the zákomang to the couch. One of the screens comes alive at the prompt of his free hand.

    “Sedi to.” He gives a pat to the black leather (fake). “Mi gonya caig to wating, den… milowda showxa, kéya?”
     
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    He wouldn’t call it well. But he also wasn't killed in a circumstance where most people would have been, so he had to count that as a blessing. Though if he really thought about it, being killed didn't seem like such a bad alternative.

    That was the measure of his quiet anger.

    Taking the cue from the belta, somewhat reluctantly, he followed him to the room and took a seat on the faux leather couch. It was a common thing and with all things seen, he was surprised the man had a couch at all.

    Blue eyes darting to the prompter, he leaned back with the cig splayed between his fingers on his left hand. Resting against the couch arm, eyes lifted to the man. “Can I ask…what happened?” His free hand lifted to his own jaw, curious about the metal that his new friend wore openly.
     
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    Keting ta happen?” His brows climb, again. He holds them baby blues for a long, long time— then pale blinks with circuitry, and he looks away.

    “Mebe mi gonya showxa to…” smoke crawls out of his mouth, slow-like. “After dis. Kowlwe…” he points the cig at the screens, and the images light up.

    “Bidness, na?”

    Feeds. Not all of them – not even a fraction – but enough. Enough to whet zákomang appetite; enough to make a pomang a kopeng.
     
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    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    Luka didn't let a lot go when it came to emotional responses. Years of playing games down in the gray markets, years of wetwork as he moved between Ceres and Tycho. He learned to keep things close to the chest. But in the same vein, he had developed a certain intuition for when nerves were pinched.

    That question felt like it might have gotten close.

    Eyes drifted back to the screen as he stretched his back, moving from one feed to the next. Most of the places he recognized. Bright lights in grungy places, locations of business and capital, all the sort of places where security was likely. The night was young on Ceres, always, so the screen was filled with activity. Fingers in all sorts of pies.

    "That's quite an array of feeds..." He took another puff. "I assume the proprietors of these establishments aren't entirely aware of your...setup." It wasn't a threat, just a comment that hinted at the nature of the hole this man resided in. Siefbee knew it was a dangerous game and he knew, at any time, that he might need to cut his losses and disappear. Luka pointed a hand at one of the clubs, flashing lights of pink and red ribboning across a dancer floor. "I've been there. Security is pretty tight. How did you manage to inject permanent hardware?"

    It was a little spot down on the Medina. Great drinks, cheap too. But the customers had piss poor attitudes and an endless capacity to jab each other with broken beer bottles.
     
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    His broadest smile catches somewhere between harmless and menacing. The man toes the line.

    “Treed sekrits, kopeng.” He taps the side of his jaw for a nice metallic echo. “Xetim imegin surpresh mi detim mi vedi wa Helix… ando wowk ere-fong wa Helix.”

    Pale eyes slide over at the pomang. “Ando go ‘well’, naya? But kowlwe—”

    He pinches a view and spreads it over the whole wall. And there’s Benton in full HD of his own cameras, slamming down shots with a whore in his lap.
     
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    His gaze narrowed as he burned a hole in the prompter, jaw clenched down. Sikes was a piece of shit but up until recently, Luka hadn't known that he was in on the cut. He was as surprised as anyone to find the man's foot in his face, Benton standing in the background and cheering him on.

    You take pain like a rock. Dumb as one too.

    The sound of the ginger cop laughing, it echoed through his mind as the belta spoke of things that only a few people knew. Granted, it was in broad limelight - but it was the sort of situation where everyone turned the cheek.

    Leaning forward, Luka rested his elbow on his knee as he propped his head up with his hand. "Well is a moving goal post..." It varied from day to day. Watching the screen with Benton on it, Luka smirked as he shook his head. "Benton sees everything as property. He either owns it now or he'll own it soon enough. You'd think a shot to the chest would have humbled him..."

    Maybe the next one wouldn't be as reversible as the last.
     
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    If the man is surprised, he does not show it. He lets out an amused noise of appreciation and glances from the screen to the pomang.

    “To ta du tung im ke?” He shakes his head and puffs out a few fluttering rings of smoke. Here on Sirish they float a long time, dancing between the flicker of his feeds.

    “Da gut, doe.” Grinning, he motions excitedly with his hands. “To sasa walowda de schwax im ke?”
     
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    He made a sound that might have edged close towards a soft grunt, indicating a yes in response to the question regarding shooting Benton. Luka took another puff of the cig before scratching his eyebrow with the same hand.

    Consider it initiation…” He spoke with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, ever hinting at venom. It was his own intuition, that Benton would make an asset to the gangs, that had stayed the second and more fatal shot - the climax of what should have been a summary execution.

    Luka’s hand moved down his chest, right to where the bullet hole would have been for Benton. But for Luka, it was just to the left of three bullets holes of his own - just beneath Sarah's Line - a tattoo of some importance that looked like a heartbeat rhythm across the center of his clavicles.

    One, right here…

    He waved the smoke away, trailing the burning cherry through the curtain of gray. In this instance, he hated being right. Benton flourished beneath the leadership of the Flyers and the Bough. “Arrogance is his weakness.” He looked towards Siefbee. “And he's not as powerful as he thinks he is.”
     
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    His laugh is tinny; not quite right. But a laugh is a laugh, no? As precious a commodity as owkwa or ereluf.

    “Namang tenye da maxt imim pensa imim du.”

    A man learns much humility, crawling out of the gutter between the legs of a weary whore. A man has humility beaten into him, time and again, by the bouncers, the pimps, the johns. A man cuts a throat with his shetéxeting; a man forgets his name in that gutter.

    The man walks away.

    “Keradzhang ta na kiltot im?”
     
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    His hand, holding the cigarette that was nearing the end of its life, sprawled out against the arm of the couch. The answer to the question was a simple one. Because he didn't. Because it was a mistake. Because he was a very good judge of character.

    Luka shook his head, tonguing the inside of his cheek, as he smiled.

    "You show me yours, I'll show you mine."

    Looking towards the man, Luka narrowed his gaze as he inspected the jaw from afar. "What happened..."
     
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    The man clicks his tongue; a chastising noise inherited from his mother (such as she was).

    “Mi na pensa cosí, zákomang.” He chuckles. Ashes the cigarette. Stamps it out in a graveyard of fag stubs. A thin plume of smoke curls through the air; he watches, unblinking.

    “Dis wowk. Dat xushting.” His pale eyes flicker with circuitry as he settles back into the couch. “Mi na smeshuye.”
     
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    He nodded with a smile, lifting himself from the couch. Leaving what burning bits of the cig were left, he tilted his head. Business is business, then.

    "If that's the way of it, kopeng." An empty word in a station that felt perpetually disassociated. What he did know, though, was that for whatever reason he didn't kill Benton - it wasn't any of Siefbee's concern. An informant's job should be to give information, not take it. "Benton wasn't killed because he wasn't killed."

    You're more den a cop. He heard the words in his mind, elevated south African with an intercity mix.

    It was late and he had work tomorrow. And this suddenly felt like it wasn't going anyway. "You shouldn't smoke those..." He pointed at the ashtray. "Bad for the cardio." He exhaled as he looked towards the door. "Tenye wa nax gut, Siefbee."

    He was sure the Bough were cleared out by now. Off he went, heading back through the door they came in.
     
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    After the Blockade of Ceres

    The man is sometimes less and sometimes more than. Today, he is both at once – a slave to pesky emotion, yet still tethered to the pulse of the station that is his keep and home.

    The man is angry.

    Feeds dance before his pale eyes, stolen straight from his screens. They float through the air as he assembles the full story with gestures and unspoken code. His metal jaw whines as he grinds his teeth.

    In the destruction caused by the inyalowda (and the riots, and the looters), the man had to move. Nothing new in the long run – a new apartment in some other ugly part of the Medina. (But then, the Medina is nothing but.)

    The only meaningful connections he makes are between pieces of data. He assembles them into information, and then into knowledge. It earns him a pretty penny. Worthy investments, worthy wells of data – those are difficult to find.

    That, he tells himself, is the reason for his anger.

    He stares a baleful electric blue at the image of a girl wrapped in off-white sheets. He stares and the black and blue and tattoo, and puts the ring of an encrypted call to his ear.

    “Mi kopeng pomang. To wanya wowk wit mi xitim?”
     
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    The week following the blockade had gone precisely as every other week before it. Crime on Sirish, crime in the Medina, crime at the docks - and Helix doing its utmost to cover up some of it while chasing the lesser offenses. If serving the Terran overlords had taught him anything, it was that all one needed to escape the clutches of justice was a simple connection. Someone who could run the name of the flagpole, get one of the shareholders involved.

    Everything else was simply keeping the peace.

    That was the case, until Hartigan informed him of the crime occurring down at Purgatory. And everything else was bright lights and a white hospital bed. And blood and cuts and tattoos.

    "I'm not sure its possible...they got the records locked tight. Not big on giving Belta's proper care."

    He looked towards the scrawny man, speaking through yellow teeth on a street corner with an overhead LED that just happened to be out. His face and body were laid to waste by some illness, born of bad luck and low G, and there were nothing but tanned scraps and crevices left. "Hmm." Luka gave more a grunt than a reply, knowing that he had already put Levi in the hospital records as Levi Forgrave - a long ploy to ensure coverage, seeing as Purgatory would soon claim the attack was a fetish preference. Now it was just a matter of getting the Helix records modified.

    The terminal rang and Luka turned from the man, walking off without a reply. He didn't have a contact for this number but the metallic ambiance and thick belta accent was unmistakable. His first instinct was to ask what prompted the call, but he knew the answer. Narrowing his gaze as he looked up, searching for any security cameras, he paused. "What did you have in mind?"
     
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    With some effort the man rises his hand to sweep away the image. It’s distracting, and he will need his full focus if the zákomang agrees.

    (He will.)

    “To ta ando pensa di raxe, kopeng?” The man takes care to divorce that boiling anger from his voice. He succeeds, if only because words are his currency. He controls his tongue as well as he claims command over lines of code.

    Speaking of – “Da stakes da moxox xitim, náya? Benton na bera mal fo bidness. Benton mal fo Beltalowda.”

    He stops and drags in a deep lungful of smoke. His hands shiver a little less. “Im mowsh pey.”
     
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    In truth, his first thoughts weren't on revenge. They had pivoted to ensuring that Levi had the care she needed to survive this attack, to come back from it, and to not have to manage re-occurring complications for the rest of her life - a thing that was all too common with the poorer form of medical care found on the Belt.

    But a close second was retribution, a reckoning that was slowly steaming. It had occurred to him that if he hadn't gotten involved with Levi, this may have not happened. She may have had to deal with the persistent abuses, meager and small, instead of managing this nearly fatal attack.

    Leaning against the wall, he did his best to keep his poker face on - couldn't be sure who was watching. And what caught him most off guard was the notion that Benton was bad for belters. He had dealt with so many on the station that were out for themselves, it was an easy thing to forget. Unity. Shared misfortune. There was a brotherhood here and it had escaped him.

    "Not the first time he has hurt a belta. Won't be the last." It felt cold as the words escaped his lips. "His connections run deeper than Bough. Makes payment a bit difficult, sasa ke?"

    Sikes, that fucking dirty ginger cop. Luka was still steaming over him showing up at Purgatory, belter shrugging like nothing had happened.
     
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    “Mi sasa fosho.”

    His response is rapid-fire, clipped. The man steps over to his narrow little slit of a window and gestures a command. The dark tint on the glass retreats and the technicolor lights of an entertainment circuit spill over his drawn features.

    Pale eyes glimmer in the dark.

    “Desh wowting alt,” he traces a finger through the grime on his window. “Wowting inya.”

    His smile glimmers, too.

    “Tot fong téngteng shetexe.”

    The man lets smoke crawl out between his teeth, eyes a thoughtful blur of information. He is somewhere far, far away. “Shetexe vezy im, unte Benton bera wa mang ta go fongi fode kuku nawit ereluf.”
     
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