CERES Another brew-tiful day

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  1. Loske Matson

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    It was her second week on the station and she was finding people were very content to be in their own business and not expand their bubble much beyond that. On Luna, she was used to being busy -- between academics and extracurriculars, but here - it was work, gym, and then home. With not much conversation shared between any of those activities.


    Ceres wore its sullenness and angst like a blanket on a cold night. Everyone was agitated about something, and it was woven into everyone’s faces. She considered renaming the humanoid wrinkles that appeared around the eyes from crows-feet to ceres feet. Then again, nobody here knew what a crow was. She frowned slightly at that, and looked down at her bulb of coffee. The liquid inside the device warmed her palms through the container, and she took a sip. She’d reached out to a few people who bustled in an out of HQ for a coffee -- and today, @Lukas Forgrave had accepted. After checking in with @Vet, and her not having much to do right now (no direct cases assigned to her, and her probationary officer was probably really needing a break from her), the midday java wasn’t too arguable.


    Besides, it was always good to have a familiar face in a fight. She’d done her best not to read too much into Lukas’ file, and let the natural ebb of conversation bubble up anything worth noting. She’d be test trialling that today!

    There were some conversations floating around the café, but nothing worth latching onto for much longer than a few seconds. Most people were looking at their hand terminals and playing some games, no doubt on a coffee break from their jobs and just looking for some sort of distraction.
     
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  2. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    Luka, by all the rumors and word of mouth, imagined that he was an opened book. The sort of face that told the story he wanted. A Martian, torn from a home, given a chance on Ceres only to spend the better part of 20 years absolutely squandering it. Between his time in travels, back and forth from Tycho, he had never really been promoted to the sort of person that fit in. He was, after all, not a beltalowda and much to the persistent reminding of the locals, he never would be.

    Star Helix was overflowing with new blood and much to his surprise, a number of them came from the territories surrounding Earth. He wasn't sure why that surprised him, given that Helix was heavily funded by Earth shareholders that formed profit either on the planet or on the moon, Luna. But why they would come to a place like Ceres, at a time like this, still managed to perk an eyebrow. Perhaps they were looking to make a name for themselves, maybe they were cowboys from the storied regions of the old Midwest, or perhaps they really were looking to do some good.

    He did his best not to dwell on it, jumping at the opportunity to meet and greet with those that were surfacing as promising Helix prospects. It helped him get away from the normalcy of human trafficking and child slavery, and it helped to garner some good will from the leadership. Both benefits were welcomed.

    He knew @Loske Matson by face, checking quickly over her records for the information needed to find her at a table at a owkwa kaka stand in the Medina. Turns out he didn't need much, she stood out just fine - particularly in the Medina.

    He pulled his chair back and sat down, a coffee arriving just as he scooted forward. His expression fell somewhere along neutral, though he tended to always favor a smirk.

    "Loske Matson, sasa ke?"
     
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  3. Loske Matson

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    Loske was about to rise and greet her guest when he pulled out his own seat and saved her the awkward pressing of table against legs and the whole do-we-shake-hands dance.

    Sasa Ke -- she'd been trying to work on her Belter, since she was stationed on Ceres and all, but she was still remarkably clumsy. And by clumsy, it meant it was written on her face when she was trying to parse the language into digestible chunks and could return translated to her. Sasa was knowledge, and ke was more about what she could control (as far as she could recall). @Lukas Forgrave wanted her to confirm or deny her identity. Right!

    She nodded and smiled as affirmation to the name he directed at her, confirming she was indeed the girl he was looking for today. Though, it wouldn't be hard to find her any day - there weren't many blondes on Ceres. Not really Belter style, most of them were quite dark. "Ya. Nem mi Loske." That felt awkward, and heavily accented. She winced through it and continued, since he seemed comfortable with flashing Creole. "Mi pochuye, but it's tricky to reply smoothly. Did it take you long to adopt?"

    She gestured to the coffee steaming in front of him. "Hope you don't mind, took the liberty of ordering something straightforward for you -- they've got creamer on hand if you want to add some more flavour."
     
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  4. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    "Long?" @Loske Matson was social, that was good. He loathed the idea of meeting with someone and it being awkward. This was far from it, so far. "20 years and working on it." When he spoke belta, his accent was well concealed. But in common tongue, his thick Oklahoma twang was pronounced. Like he was dropped on his head and dragged right out of the Mariner Valley.

    He took a sip of the coffee and it was about where he expected. Somewhere between used oil and turpentine, the standard Belta special. He recalled the coffee from his time on Mars, the way it felt like something he could drink to pass the time. Now it felt like something only slightly removed from a form of public punishment. Creamer, yes. To add flavour? More like to mask it.

    "Lang Belta is more than just words, it's a sense of disposition..." He commented as he flagged a tatted up server down. Adding a bit of creamer to his drink, he quietly stirred as the man awkwardly walked off with a scowl that seemed to inflict every citizen of the Medina. He wanted to tell her that she wouldn't get it and he wouldn't either, but the gangs and OPA appreciated an officer who made attempts to fit in. "And it's also..." He pressed his hands against his throat. "Very harsh, from the throat..." He dropped his hands, opening his lips to reveal his teeth. "But also soft." Like a German and French child, trying to make it's way and stumbling on every step.

    He took a sip of the coffee following the addition of creamer and sugar. "Da owkwa kaka im gut." He paused at the rim. "It's good, the coffee."
     
  5. Loske Matson

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    20 years. She'd seen his serving time with SH in his file, it was right next to his contact information, but hearing the time sentence out loud was grounding and a reminder that she was really just getting started. Between @Lukas Forgrave and @Vet, and probably other countless individuals within Star Helix, she could learn a lot.


    She let out a low impressed whistle at the time stamp. He continued to explain the swagger one’s throat had to take into demonstrating proper slang for Belters, and added flavour to the mixture. IT wasn’t a lot, which was impressive in itself.


    She’d tasted enough vehicle fluid (accidentally) to know the beverage in both of their cups was barely above passing grade. On earth, it would be scoffed at. There, they could continue to afford luxuries like Soy-Milk Tea and syrups. On Ceres, the coffee, much like the population, was barely passable.


    “I think I’m going to keep focusing on comprehending it, before I try to really tackle speaking it.” Loske admitted, tilting her container toward her and looking at the contents. “I get pity switches to basic or even more creole either way. The response is up to me.”


    A smile touched her mouth and she shook her head “We’re in the business of uncovering lies, Mr. Forgrave, you don’t have to play into the falsehood of the coffee’s flavour. I’m thinking of switching to tea…” she looked around the café absently before back at her companion.


    She quickly pivoted the conversation to something more worth their whiles, hoping to drain any sort of mentorship he'd be willing to offer to a spry new recruit.
    [​IMG]


    “What’s the number one thing you’ve learned from your time on Ceres and working with the people here? They all seem so gloomily complex.”
     
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  6. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    He smiled and winced simultaneously, as he took a drink of the coffee. "Don't get called Mr. Forgrave very often. It's either Luka or Detective Forgrave." He stopped to think. "Or just Forgrave." With a nod, he set the cup down. "You're right, I was lying. The coffee is bad. The tea might be just as bad. But maybe it's worth a try?"

    Everything was worth a try. That was what the Martian settlers probably said as they mounted their spaceships for the first time.

    He waved down a server as @Loske Matson did her best to shift the conversation. Truth was that one could only spend so much time how poor the rations and food were on Sirish. Because it was reality. A man might as well stand in the desert and comment on how warm it is, expecting thoughtful conversation. Why yes, it is hot. But how hot?

    The teas were ordered and he pushed his coffee to the side of the table, indicating that it was ready to be picked up.

    "Number one thing, huh?" He appreciated the enthusiasm, putting on a thoughtful expression as he scratched his chest. There was a lot that could be learned in time spent on the station. Here or Tycho, it only mattered in degrees. But to whittle it down into the most significant thing, he could be here all day thinking on the matter. "You said we're here to uncover lies? Yeah." He tilted his head as he leaned forward, cupping his hands together. "The truth is...flexible. It's not simply a matter of black and white, not like what we're taught. Sure..." He nodded. "We uncover it, that's our job. But Ceres is a frantic place, a see-saw that is easily imbalanced. As much as uncovering the truth is important, containing it's spread and controlling it, that's important as well." He tapped his thumbs together as his fingers sat cradled in laced form. "Keep an open mind. It's not righteous to spread the truth at first glance. And it's not corrupt to hide the truth until proper reveal."

    He looked around. "A single Belter is content to work hard and make ends meet. Belters as a large group...they're gloomy because they can't find a reason, at that very moment, to justify a riot."

    And that was coming from a man who, if he had to choose a side, would side with the OPA. But he had seen women killed by thugs taking up the cause, children run over by the horde. There was nothing to glorify in such senselessness.
     
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  7. Loske Matson

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    Loske mentally berated herself for using the incorrect prefix. Detective work was about the details, and when someone works really hard to earn a title you’d best respect that. “Sorry, what do you prefer to be called?”


    Herself, she didn’t have any titles right now outside of rookie or whatever @Vet decided to call her. Squirt? Annoying? The last one hadn’t been made vocal yet.


    “Yeah, I don’t know if there’ll be a taste worth savouring for some time. I’m starting to understand why…” she realized her joke may be as tasteless as the coffee, so she lowered her voice and looked down at the table in shame at her own darkness “belters are so skinny.”


    On cue, to drown her words, she took a painful sip of her own coffee. A tiny slip of liquid between her lips and it instantly stung her tongue with it’s repulsive lack of effort. She pressed it against the roof of her mouth while waiting for him to answer her question. In the meantime, nodded to the tea deliverer and took a peek at it. Colour was clouding away from the tea bag, indicating it had only started to steep. She swapped one cup for another while @Lukas Forgrave started to speak.


    “That’s part of it, I imagine,” Loske confirmed, when he mentioned the lies thing. Her brow furrowed and lips twisted while he spoke about the spread of truth and who controlled the communication. To her academic ear, she immediately became a jerk in her own mind toward the media - constantly blasting the wrong stuff at the worst time. That’s what she’d been told for so long.


    “Before I came here, I was told it was basically useless because it’s so senselessly upset. Especially after the…” she dropped her voice and scooted forward in her seat, hunching her shoulders as if she were about to speak a word that would trigger a… “riot.”

    She leaned back again. “That’s upsetting to me -- Mars is in a similar...kind of..situation to here. What with the resources and stuff and it not being natural like on Earth. That’s..actually kind of the only parallel I can draw. Otherwise, it feels like you said. A sense of purposelessness.


    So, who has the most leverage over the truth here? The person with the most viva-la-de-resistance song?”
     
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  8. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    He couldn't help but smile, meekly, at the way she was going about the conversation. She was animated, in a sense, and that was maybe a benefit. No one like a drab story teller. Which was unfortunate for Luka, he didn't know any other way.

    He took his tea and dipped the bag, bouncing it about, as he thought on her words. Narrowing his eyes, as if he was having a conversation with himself where a party was obviously disagreeing with the other, he looked on quietly. People were upset here, at times, because they wanted to be. And elsewhere, they were upset because they had every right to be. It was the nature of generalizations, vulnerable to over and underestimation.

    "Martians actually take pride in doing so much with so little..." He quipped with a sarcastic smile, breathing in the warmth of the tea as he lifted the cup for a smell. "Look at the Epstein drive. A matter of persistence and sacrifice, the Martians basically define themselves by it." He set the cup down, not having taken a drink, as he cupped his hands together on the table.

    Leverage. Now that was a word that held weight. It gave true value beyond what was inherent. How could it be spun, how could it be used to improve the circumstance? Or maybe make it worse? "That's the trick about it, huh? A person will believe the truth. People...they will believe what they want. The leaders of the OPA will always hold leverage of those of the OPA, just as the leaders of the MCRN will hold leverage over the Martians." He flicked his cup as he nodded. "So you're right. The one with the cause wins."

    Just then, his terminal chirped. Large newsfeeds overhead fired up as the events were read out. An issue regarding Earthers and Martians, Mars blowing up a Saturn moon, and the look of some random martian bystanders looking awfully nervous. It didn't occur to Luka that he should have considered himself part of that tribe.

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  9. Loske Matson

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    "Oh the Epstein Drive!" Loske exclaimed, slapping her palm on the table as if the detective across from her had just reminded her about the milk she forgot to pick up in her last grocery run. "Man, did we ever talk about that marvel a lot in our Ethics classes. And History...basically every faucet of acadamia is still transfixed on that bad boy -- which makes you kinda wonder what comes next. And who's gonna come up with it now that there's more than just earth inventing." Before, it was the whites versus the blacks, then the men versus the women. Now, it was planet against planet. Coexistence was a fallacy preached from the dawn of time to the eager. And Loske at it all up with hope.

    Detective Forgraves had an interesting knack of separating individuals from the masses and the way thoughts were digested. She was silent while the colour of her beverage darkened, spreading what flavour it could. She didn't doubt @Lukas Forgrave had seen his fair share of disgust in this avenue of work -- yet, he didn't look too weathered by it. He looked his age. As he should.

    She was distracted by the flicker of the café's dimly lit screens, and the message they broadcast.


    [​IMG]

    "Whelp. I guess Martians are going to take pride with doing so much with even less now."

    That was crass. And too soon.

    Uh oh.
    She grimaced, realizing that this little tea time was over. For extra assurance, she turned to her own terminal to see the same message flashing across the screen. That meant go time. Right? Right? She nimbly crossed the screen to her #1 Ceres contact, and sent a ping.

    Her brow was furrowed, her slightly chubby cheeks full of air while she typed furiously.

    To: @Vet
    Subject: No Subject
    Are you seeing this? Mars just blew up their own moon. What's up with that??


    An error popped up on her screen: Please enter a subject

    She huffed furiously.

    Subject: MCRN Exploded Phoebe. WHAT?

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    "I guess we go to the station now and do something about this. It's a mystery if ever I saw one." She stood from her seat, reaching in her pocket and pulling out some currency to place on the table. Her hands shoved into her pockets while watching Detective Forgraves, waiting for him to make the official move as the senior and all.

    There was a moment of silence, and she shifted her weight from foot to foot. "I gotta ask.

    How's this make you feel right now."


    A martian and an earther are in a café, and a martian navy blows up a moon with an earther reporting it. Weird world.
     
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  10. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    Humanity was naturally inclined towards divisiveness. Walls and barriers would exist throughout the furthest reaches of space, determining who owned what and who was better. It had always been that way and as far as he could tell, it was on open display in the Belt. Belters thoughts they were better because they thrived despite mistreatment, Martians thought they were better because they were disciplined with the strongest desire for improvement and change. And Earthers, they seemed to think keeping things the way they were was enough to declare themselves superior - sitting upon their throne made of blue skies and verdant swaths.

    Protogen. He knew that name, it was popping up often as of late. He wondered what they had done to piss of the MCRN, though by the looks of things, they had obtained the affection of both galactic machines. Now it was rubble, more carne pour la machina.

    He received the message but he received another one, from a particularly vulgar Rusky. Luka read it over quickly and chuckled, shaking his head.

    To: Detective Forgrave
    Subject: Fucking Martians

    You fucking Martians and your bombs and...whatever. Better get up to the Headquarters, Captain is holding a meeting over this. Hopefully you're not down in the Medina. If you're in the Medina, well actually I don't fucking care. I'm not your mom. Probably prettier than her, though.


    He stood up and pushed his chair in, pocketing the terminal. He looked up from his half drank tea and scratched his chest, a set of old gunshot wounds was itching rather furiously. "Oh, a healthy mixture of irritation and being inconvenienced I think." He replied with a smirk. He assumed she was referring to the fact that he was a Martian, working for an Earther based company, on a station that hated Earthers and Martians. And now Martians were blowing up components of the galaxy that fell into the gray line between belt and gravity well, pretty soon after blockading Sirish because of the acts of the militant OPA. It was a mess if he ever knew one and right now, he was wondering just how much he stood out in a crowd.

    He looked past @Loske Matson towards a small group gathering around a large newsfeed. The blockade had left remnants of the Martian Navy to remain, keeping the peace as they stated. But they stuck out, especially now, as they tried to keep the growing crowd from actually paying attention to the coverage. This made everyone look bad but it no doubt put fear into the hearts of those who lived here. If the Martians were willing to blow up a place they had vested interest in, what was to stop them from doing it here?

    He tapped on the table as he looked towards the younger woman. "I have no preference on name. But calling me Mr...it makes me feel old." Compared to her, he was. Walking next to her, he nodded towards the congregation. "We'll go up to headquarters soon enough. But we should probably keep an eye on this situation, help keep the peace..."
     
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  11. Loske Matson

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    Uh oh, it was starting to happen. The milling about.


    Streams of words passed along the screen and Loske placed a hand out to lean on the seat she'd previously occupied, pressing a pensive two fingers to her lips and nodding along at the broadcast before Forgraves suggested they hang out here just a while longer.

    [​IMG]

    "Good call."
    Loske nodded at @Lukas Forgrave's suggestion for keeping the swarm only at a buzz. Speculation was a very dangerous weapon when fear was involved, and for all they knew, the Martians that had caused the eruption on Phoebe wanted that.
    On the Earth academy, they'd suggested injection and becoming one of the crowd and saying soothing things to start, before an escalation point. Like ice sitting in with a gin and tonic. If it was left in the elixir long enough, it would start to melt and dilute the original potency of the potion.Here, Loske didn't have that advantage. If she were to be like ice, it would be in Hot Chocolate - noticeable and abrasive. The intent wouldn't be welcomed. She didn't look like the rest of the patrons of the Medina and her tactics would be sniffed out as false almost instantly.

    "I'm going to follow your lead here.." until she could figure out an alternative. She was a people person, but this was only one screen. The whole of Ceres was composed of screens that this was probably all over.
     
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  12. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    "Martians blow up a moon and you're following a Martians lead to navigate this?" He chuckled as he tucked his hands into his pocket. "Eh, I'm sure it will work out." He wasn't sure on it, he was just confident. Maybe more than he should be, perpetually a foreigner in a land of people who wanted nothing to do with him. Inners were no different, be it from Earth or from Mars. So long as they weren't born in the belt, they were born with a silver spoon in their mouth. And that made them enemy until proven otherwise.

    With everything he had done, he would have assumed he had crossed the threshold into position as ally. But it remained to be seen whether that was the case.

    "Come on." He muttered as he was walked past her, indicating towards the forming group. Taking up a spot against a metal pillar, extending up several stories and decorated with glowing advertisements that bore recent grafitti, Luka leaned against it and looked onward. At this range, they could hear everything going on without being directly involved.

    He looked towards the group and indicated towards @Loske Matson with a tilt of his head. "The old man, speaking extremely thick creole..." Blue eyes moved to a large Belter with a crook in his back, fingers that looked like spider legs, and a wardrobe that looked better than most. "His grandaughter was on Phoebe. Personnel for Protogen." Luka's eyes narrowed. "A lot of his family is here as well. And those Martians...they don't seem to understand the language all that well."

    Blow up a family member, that's strike one. Not understanding the language when they berate you about it, that's strike two. All that was needed was one more offense and with how hot to trot these Martians were, Luka could see this going South real quick. A hand moved from his pocket to the cannon on the small of his back, feeling it like checking the door lock for the third time before going to bed. Hopefully, it was just a nervous tick and not something that would soon be needed.
     
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    Loske was relieved that capitalism still had its grip on the screens, and they weren't subject to the local news network. This could spiral quite quickly if every single corner of Ceres blasted the same doomsday messaging. There were so many doomsdays these days, that at this point it was just more holes in the net, exposing more and more of the fragmented and delicate system. Great worlds, great animosities.


    Rather than joining him in a lean, she hovered nearby, standing casually and glancing when indicated to do so. Her body language would promote a sense of naturalness of conversation, while she still evidenced signs of paying attention to what the screen were saying. The calmer some people could look, the more others could learn that this was another pebble in the ocean.


    Except. That analogy didn't work here. If Ceres had an ocean, it would be a very different place.


    The rookie frowned at the explanation the Martian gave her. Family was always a tough spot, no matter the relationship. The complexities and emotions never ceased. She watched warily, folding her arms across her chest as the scene continued to play out before them. The crowd ebbed slightly, honing in on the interaction @Lukas Forgrave had highlighted. The faces got a bit more contorted, and words became more audible. One didn’t have to be focusing on the older man and the martian to hear them anymore. Shoulders levelled toward one another, and sooner than you’d expect, a swing was evidenced. It was powerful, and caffeine driven. Anger had fuelled grampa’s bones and he couldn’t bear it anymore -- his little grandbaby was smithereens now and this martian was riffing off at him. The crowd was eager to participate as well, and it didn’t take long for testosterone to manifest aggressively.


    Like a cat, Loske sprang from her pose and into the now active throng. Hands were starting to fly, and cusses were a plenty -- in several languages. Her agility came from her jiu-jitsu conditioning, and with her target optically locked, she was able to intercept the dualists quite quickly. Assuming she’d had more outright training than either of them, the rookie grabbed the arm of the belter, giving a loose nod toward the martian in case Forgrave was watching. Something about a martian grabbing the Belter, cop or not, seemed to add insult to injury.


    “Alright, we can calm down now.” She grimaced through gritted teeth while the Belter’s gangly limbs started to swat at her until she applied more pressure to her hold, twisting him away from the centre of the attention and threatening to push the back of his knee and force him to the ground. Something within her held back though, feeling that’d be a little too humiliating on top of his loss.
     
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  14. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    He realized she was high energy by the way she had bounced in preparation for leaving the coffee table. She was young and vibrant so that didn't surprise him. However, her jumping head long into the middle of a bunch of greased up bruisers to put out a bit of law and order, well that might have surprised him. With the way the blockade had gone, and the impending riots - from that and from the series of riots preceding that in result to the destruction of the Canterbury - they needed to be careful. This place was a powder keg and a couple of inner cops could easily be the spark.

    He groaned inwardly, knowing that firing off a few rounds might have done the trick as well. They were plastic bullets, can't start a fire with that. Right?

    Luka stepped in, faster than a person his sized should have been able to. Training at 1g, now standing at a fraction of that, he let the bounce of his step show. A looming shadow with a widespread reputation for not having the sense to back down from a fight, a few of the belters parted as he charged forward. Those that didn't, they got pushed out of the way with relative ease. Until he was behind Loske, taking a conduit bar to the side of his ribs. An attack meant for the small Detective.

    Looking coldly at the person who swung it, he clenched his arm down on the rod and yanked the weapon free before dropping it to the ground. Lifting his hand terminal to his mouth, he spoke calmly yet somewhat irritated.

    ::THIS IS STAR HELIX. CEASE AND DISPERSE ALL ACTIVITY IN THIS VICINITY. OR YOU WILL BE ARRESTED. HELIX IS BEING DISPATCHED TO THIS VICINITY.::

    Surprisingly, that seemed to do the trick. He looked towards @Loske Matson as he handed her a set of plastic zip ties. "Cuff him and let's go."

    He might have been a bit cross with her, but he'd save that for later.
     
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  15. Loske Matson

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    Loske realized a little too late that she might be using this elderly Belter as a shield as much as a temporary prisoner. Her shoulder pivoted into the crook of his back as someone forcefully rammed against them. The angle stepped from from harm's way, but her move didn't quiet the activity down as she'd hoped. In fact, it almost seemed to do the opposite -- like people were excited by the movement.

    Wide-eyed, she glanced hastily around right before @Lukas Forgrave appeared like a looming shield. A flattering sound by their feet suggested someone other than them had come into this brawl somewhat armed and looking to do damage. By proximity, and the sheer swiftness of the senior Detective’s speed, that damage might have been done to her. Heavy.

    When the announcement that they were official and Star Helix titled, she groaned slightly. Right. Announce and then pounce. Something she'd forgone in the heat of the moment.

    "Thanks," she murmured, reaching for the zip tie and nimbly transferring the man's wrists from both hands of her own to one before wrapping him up snugly. "Ah..." she indicated with a head tilt toward the martian who had agitated the elder Belter. "Might be worth both for questions."
     
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  16. Lukas Forgrave

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    He’d have to check later on that hit. The thump sounded mostly like muscle, absent a crack, but he needed to be safe about things like that. A broken bone, if not treated, could toss marrow into the bloodstream and cause an infection.

    Martians, for the most part, probably thought they were above the law. And in a lot of cases, they were. But as far as Luka was concerned, that arrangement was voided by the act of inciting violence or riots.

    The tall Detective nodded, as if he was being forced to give in, before approaching the Martian who had caused an issue. “Hands behind your back.”

    No. I don't think so.
    My preference is to cuff you here and release you later. But if you are going to resist arrest, well that's an additional charge.
    If I resist, what makes you think you’ll get the arrest?

    Luka smiled at the standard Martian stubbornness. “Oh, an unblemished record. You may be big shit back home but here...you’re just another medium sized Inner. And I've put down bigger ones than you. Sasa ke?

    The Martian stepped forward, angry, and swung at the detective. Luka stepped to the side, slamming his sole into the man's leading knee. As he dropped, Luka stepped behind him with a zip tie and slung his hands behind his back. The wounded Martian let out a grunt as the detective lifted him to his feet.

    It's the cart for you.” He urged the man forward with a hard push at his restrained hands. Moving through the crowd with ease, he eyed @Loske Matson with a let's get out of here gaze.
     
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    Not having to be told twice, Loske encouraged the older Belter forward with a nudge. With @Lukas Forgrave a physical force to be reckoned with, and this now official police business, he obliged. Cussing, still. The Earther and the Belter were trailing behind the two martians, and Loske could practically feel the seething agitation from the belter.

    "Da koyo de im dzhemang." He murmured, hotly -- stomping along as the girl guided back to Star Helix and away from the brawl. "Martians, all sabakawalas."

    She couldn't 100% confirm what he was saying - but the tone was definitely not pleasant. The words appeared in her mind, as what she should say, and formulated roughly and broken on her tongue - the vowels were to harsh and she just sounded so...terra. "Hey now, To mowsh ando natet, pampa." A quick backward glance over her shoulder confirmed that the fuss behind them was dying down, and something on the screen changed. Bright coloured advertisements of the latest tea splashed across the screen, promising that the flavour would light up your taste buds as brilliantly as the colours used in the ads.

    "How'd it feel when you made the hit on the Martian? Worth it?" Loske asked idly, as they navigated back to Star Helix station. She could feel the heavy sigh from the Belter she was holding, and he just sullenly shook his head.

    "Da kaka deya ere da medina da diye just the beginnin'. Da kaka deya keeps getting worse. You zákomang don't feel it."
     
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  18. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    He wasn't sure he understood the question, distracted by the commentary of the belter and the fact that Loske had given a college effort on trying to speak the language. It was a decent attempt but it was the way academics sounded different from common tongue, like she was failing to roll with the language. Jagged, lacking the slurs or the mispronunciations.

    "It didn't feel like anything." He replied as he held a grip on the zip tie that restrained the Martian in front of him. It was, perhaps, more literal than she was looking for.

    "You fight pretty good, traitor. Must have been a good reason you didn't make the Marines." The prisoner spoke over his shoulder, ignoring the talkative nature of the old man near him. Luka chuckled, not really sure the reason was good.

    "Yeah, they didn't like how good I was at my job."
    "Sounds like a discipline issue."
    "You'd know all about that, huh?"

    He felt a grunt vibrate through the mans arms as he pushed him forward, releasing his hand from the zip tie. If he tried to run, he'd be facing down an obviously more conditioned opponent.

    "Trouble with authority, I bet." The Martian spun on his heel, yammering, before smiling and walking dangerously close to the old belter.

    Luka looked towards @Loske Matson, seemingly not phased by the commentary. "Felt about as good as smacking a child's hand when they grab for a cookie." He nodded upwards towards the Headquarters before reaching forward and yanking the Martian back by the zip tie. "Up we go." As the Martian grunted from his arms being pulled back awkwardly, Luka guided him up the small set of carved stone steps.
     
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    Some people parted for them as they entered Star Helix HQ. Most people were looking at their terminals, no doubt absorbing as much information as possible.

    "How do you wanna go about this Detective?" Loske asked, transferring which side she was escorting the elder on so she could be closer to @Lukas Forgrave to exchange suggestions. "Martian or Belter first?" The assumption was largely on that they knew more than Loske and Lukas about Phoebe -- or at least something more to give them a lead to work with.
     
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    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    He wasn't convinced either of these men knew much on what was going on. But if one did, it was likely the Martian. The father knew, likely, about as much as a father would know about what their daughter was doing. A belter, coming up in the world, only to be killed off in the midst of scientific exploration. If he hadn't grown so accustomed to tragedy on Ceres, that notion might have broken his heart.

    He pushed the Martian against the booking counter as an on-duty officer eyed him from behind the terminal. "Oh, this particular Pomang can sit on ice for a bit." Luke looked from @Loske Matson back to the front desk, tapping on the counter. "Throw him in cell..." Luka leaned over the counter as he looked at the booking terminal. "A-5. Please."

    "You got 24 hours before we have to release him." The young man chirped as he logged the placement. The Martian scoffed, nearly buckling against Luka's applied pressure. "Come on man! I got shit I need to do."

    "I asked you not to resist arrest."

    "Resist arrest?" The young officer piped up. "Well if he's being detained, we can hold indefinitely until arraignment."

    The Martian's mouth might have hit the floor before Luka smiled, handing over the prisoner to another cop. "Cart before the horse. We'll have a discussion in a bit, see what can be done about."

    Swiping across his terminal, he looked over the mapping of the headquarters, he scanned over currently used interrogation rooms. "We'll take the Belter to room 5. Just down the hall." He pointed with the terminal for her to lead the way.
     
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