CERES Another brew-tiful day

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  1. Loske Matson

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    *Hours later


    Loske scratched at her arm lazily. Her body was slouched in an uncomfortable chair on the other side of the two-way mirror in the interrogation room. It was made to me intimidating, all stale colours and air that only pumped into it when someone flipped a switch. It was strange to think of air as an exhaustive resource here--it was something that she, as an Earther, didn’t think she’d ever fully grow accustomed to.


    In her hand, she cradled a terminal that pushed reactions to her screen about the Phoebe incident. It was kind of painful to be stuck in Star Helix headquarters with some bystanders, prying desperately for any kind of information, while there was really something happening. Something that could be big and exciting and root down to bad guys that she could help stop.


    She shifted, agitatedly and spun on her heel -- back now facing the interrogation room where the lone martian sat slumped. Her question was pointed toward @Lukas Forgrave - “Think there’s a way we can get more to the core of this? Who’s jurisdiction does that fall into, anyway?”
     
  2. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    It was an old trick, straight out of Helix interrogation - pulled from a dusty old preparation memo from the Earther's techniques on belta questioning. Set the recycler on rotation, make it sound like it's kicking on and off, and filter the air at just the right pace to make the person uncomfortable without actually causing any harm. Made them quick to talk, because they were ready to leave, but also made them angry as hell.

    "Well..." He took a heavy sigh as he flipped through the terminal, stretching. He wasn't one for quick work but it seemed like this particular Terran didn't enjoy standing still.

    Once she was bounded by gravity, now she takes to flutter and flight.

    "Seems it's whoever's jurisdiction we want it to be." He kicked his feet off the table and sat up. "So, is this our problem or is it someone else's?"

    @Loske Matson
     
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  3. Loske Matson

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    She could feel the corners of her mouth twitch with gleeful anticipation at the detective’s reaction. Her grip subliminally tightened on her terminal and she leaned forward, licking her top lip with a coy grin.

    “Well, detective,” her blonde head angled in his direction, quirking a brow at @Lukas Forgrave’s own body language “If this wasn’t to be our problem, seems to me you woulda kept those feet on the table.”

    At the Medina, Loske made the situation their problem by rising first. Twice. It looked like she’d had a very positive influence on the senior security enforcer and she was Giddy at the prospect of digging her teeth into something worth more bite than a murdered politician and a scrap at a bar. Really not bad for only her second week on Ceres.

    “You gotta check with the big cheese first?”
     
  4. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    He didn't so much return the smile as he knocked his tongue. This girl was giddy to get started and there was something rejuvenating about her enthusiasm. Most Helix officers weren't particularly high energy and those who were, they spent their time filling their pockets with gang and OPA scrip. It was often hard to tell who the good and bad guys were but not with this one. He just quietly hoped that her approach wasn't eventually squashed by the absentee gravity of Sirish.

    He hadn't forgotten the way she jumped into the mix back on the Medina. But he had ways of managing that sort of behavior. And ignoring it seemed to be going rather well for him.

    "The Captain approved the interview as soon as the old man was booked for the room." Luka stood up, sliding the terminal into his back pocket with a slight shift of his jacket. Approaching the glass, the old man sat quietly in the metal chair - ever slightly uncomfortable. But warm as well, it was the sort of circumstance that made a man consider sleeping only to realize that the task was impossible.

    Luka lifted a finger to the one way mirror and tapped loudly, jolting the man awake. "Come on then..." Blue eyes moved to the @Loske Matson as he nodded towards the door. "Belter's not going to question himself."
     
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  5. Loske Matson

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    Loske nodded at @Lukas Forgrave . Her body exhibited smug enthusiasm, twitching at the corners of her mouth. Her skin was crawling with excitement and unbridled enthusiasm. Whether the detective meant his knock as a cue for her or not, she took it.

    Pocketing her terminal, she leaned against the interrogation room’s door to enter the space with the drowsy gentleman.

    “Sorry to keep you waiting,” she said first -- exuding the archetype of a good cop with naturalness that many took for granted. Her palm rested for a moment on the chair meant for the interviewer, and she lingered before sitting, gesturing apologetically with her free hand to the man across the metallic table “And sorry this is going to be kind of broken, mi ando xunyam Lang Belta.”


    He grimaced in response to her overly enunciated creole and she took a seat, leaning into the metallic back of the chair.


    “Your granddaughter looked like quite the scientist. I took some liberty with a quick cruise on the net - Have you heard of LinkedIn? Archaic service, thousands of years old -- but young professionals still use it weirdly enough. I’m not on it, you know, privacy concerns and everything.” She was talking with her hands as if this were a casual conversation and the Belter was leaning forward, somewhat confused by the mention of the social network. She reduced the pace of her conversation to something more graspable.

    “Looks like she was working on Phoebe when the explosion happened.” She pretended to look down, her terminal once more in her hand. Through her eyelashes, she saw the emotion change to sadness once more.
    “You two were close, eh? Did she call you a lot?”

    “Once a week.” The belter croaked.

    “In these calls, did she seem like there was xash on the station?”

    The older man shook his head, sadly. “She was comfortable on the station, she was good at her job. Im da sheng. She seemed to always know what was going on.”

    “So you think this was a surprise?”

    “Mi na sasa nating.”

    “You nasa more than mi nasa,” Loske responded, keeping it level as the Belter’s voice wavered and inflected downward. Obviously still not over the tragic events that occurred earlier in the day.


    “Mi na…” he continued, hanging his head and his shoulders started to quiver.


    Her lips twitched downward. “The martian didn’t say anything either. They were just a random guy. You have a personal attachment here -- If we’re going to figure out what happened, we’re going to need your help. You tenye deting to mi mowteng fo”



    Belter Creole pulled from: https://www.memrise.com/course/1476694/lang-belta-belter-creole-phrasebook/6/
     
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  6. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    Good cop, bad cop - that wasn't his normal strategy. He had the appearance of the bad cop but his passion for anger had died a long time ago. He preferred the silent treatment, providing pieces of information at increments, and allowing the interviewee to sort out the circumstance. Every time they waffled, he'd just slide forward another implication. The truth of it was that whenever someone had done something, or if they knew something, they really wanted to tell someone.

    Secrets weren't meant to be kept. And no one could hold the dam back for long.

    Crossing his arms, Luka stood quietly with a watchful gaze. Shifting back and forth between the Belter and @Loske Matson. He did his best to prevent any expression of smile, though his silent amusement was apparent. Whether that meant he was impressed, or just enjoyed the act of asking questions, it was up for the Belter to decide.

    "Protogen's uhh..." He scratched his brow as he leaned away from the corner of the interrogation room. "That's an Earth owned corporation, right?"

    The old man nodded. Luka facially shrugged as he approached the table. "Seems odd. I mean, it's all too common for Earther's and Martians to seek refuge in the belt. But the other way around?" He tilted his head as he dragged a chair from the one way mirror to the table.

    "Makes sense! Eh? Inya get a piece, belta get the same."

    Luka nodded as he sat down, sighing. "I'm not one to judge, of course."

    "No, tu are not." The man replied back quickly.

    Luka smirked as he sat down, leaning back. Folding his hands in his lap, he paused before looking up towards the man. "You're daughter was comfortable at the station, yes. What did she do there?"

    Belter didn't respond immediately. He, instead, chewed on the bristles of his soul patch as his gray eyes looked around. "Bugs and bunnies, eh? Im...uhh...biologist."
     
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  7. Loske Matson

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    Loske suppressed a shudder. Ever since the broadcast of Eros, something about biology and the knowledge of how human molecular structures gave her the heebie jeebies. At the Belter's response, blue eyes couldn't help but try to find the reaction in @Lukas Forgrave's features.

    "Did she ever talk about the kind of work she was doing?"

    It was likely that sort of stuff was top secret.

    The man shook his head -- "Wouldn't understand her anyway. Too scientific that Protogen.”

    Loske frowned and drummed her nails on the table in thought. "What do you think happened to that station? Think it was an accident?"

    "Accident?" He shook his head. "There was a lot of security there, till she ke something with a lot of security passes."

    "You seemed nervous letting us know what her role was with Protogen. Why?"
     
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  8. Lukas Forgrave

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    Bugs and bunnies. That seemed like a silly way to describe the sort of biologist that would work for Protogen. As far as Luka could surmise, they had no need for wildlife biologists or that sort in the depths of space. Unless they were working on that kind of research. It was far removed from the man's field of expertise.

    "Mi na sasa..."

    "You don't know why you were nervous?" Luka smiled as he let the question hang in the air. The belta did look nervous and it grew with every moment they stayed in this interrogation room. Maybe he was nervous about the topic or maybe it was simply the location, both would have been fair.

    "Phoebe seemed fairly remote, obscure. Doesn't seem like a lot of people would know about it or really want to attack it - it's a research station, after all." Luka flipped through his terminal, absentmindedly. "So...why have security?" He looked up, towards the Belta. "It's not like people were going to sneak on or off without going through port control. I mean...I get exterior controls and defenses, piracy happens from time to time."

    "No, security inside too..." The man blurted out.

    "And you said that your daughter was comfortable on the rock?"

    "Uhh..." The old man waffled, giving a tell, as he rubbed the back of his neck. "You got any owkwa?"
     
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    “Owkwa? Sure.” The accent of the Belter Creole was so thick, it took something like aqua and stripped it of all elegance. Most words with a ‘q’ in the middle immediately made it feel more feminine; somehow Creole eliminated the need for the most annoying thing about learning any language -- the association of male or female pronouns.


    “Detective, could you show me where to get it?” Loske asked, rising from the chair and nodding toward the door indicating she wanted to chat briefly with the senior Star Helix officer. Assuming @Lukas Forgrave was behind her, she opened the door and paused on the other side before closing it.


    Her finger lifted to tap on her lip.


    “Sounds like he’s warming up to talking to us, you’re doing a great job in there.” He probably didn’t need starry eyed compliments from the rookie, but she readily served them up anyway.


    “The security all over is interesting, I’d be interested if we could get access to those conversations with his granddaughter, so we could observe on our own. How hard would it be to get a warrant for that level of privacy invasion?


    Security outside the station is one thing, but inside as well? It sounds like they may have even been trying to protect the employees from something internal. Makes you wonder what kind of volatile stuff the biologists are working on….” she let the sentence taper off with a shudder of discomfort. IT was obvious Eros was on her mind, without having to admit it out loud.
     
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  10. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    He nodded at the request, looking towards the old man with a smile as he stood up. "No ice, right?" The man chuckled and shook his head, given the multiple levels of irony in that statement. It was a running joke that Inners enjoyed their water with ice while the Belters were happy to have water at all. Gave them a sense of pride in sticking their nose up at the snooty sides of life.

    As the door shut, Luka took a deep breath as he placed his hands on his hips, observing the old man in the midst of idle time. "Thanks..." It was almost dismissive in tone but it was unintentional, his thoughts were just a thousand miles away. He would have told her she was doing well as well, but he had a train of thought and didn't want to miss it. "You have security for two reasons: Keep things out and keep things in. Secure facilities and prisons, for instance." He stepped closer to the glass. "And the two aren't mutually exclusive."

    He didn't particularly like the way the man had shifted his narrative, as if he feared the truth. Most belters were notoriously defiant of Helix, it was part of the culture. But when push came to shove, they were the semblance of law beyond the OPA. Maybe that was changing, the asteroid's justice systems was built on sand after all - but for now, there was fear from the vacuum. And Helix weren't known for having an astounding level of integrity, often preferring spacing over bureaucratic trials.

    He snapped out of it, blinking widely in the opaque reflection of himself from the one sided mirror. "Belters have no expectation of privacy. It's why they hide things, to keep us out. But any incoming tight beams would be subject to review as part of an ongoing investigation?" He turned to look at her. "Is that what this is? An investigation?"
     
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    Being an inner, Loske missed the joke about ice. Having the luxury to accept or decline was only something she was made aware of when she started to research Ceres and manage her own expectations. Not only was she an Earther, but she was beyond basic; she’d had a pretty lofty upbringing so empathy was not only a remarkable trait, but something she had to actively consider in the day-to-day. 20 minute showers? No more. Forget cleaning behind the ears! It was armpits and feet as the focus and get out.


    The obviousness of @Lukas Forgrave’s question jarred her. Maybe he was testing her, again. This was the second time he’d opened the door for her opinion and she appreciated that.


    “An Investigation?” A planet had allegedly been targeted and exploded, several people were dead, a research lab full of funding was now completely destroyed.


    “Uhm, yeah” Loske looked what-would-be-skyward, and then redirected that very gaze very pointedly to the taller detective.
    [​IMG]

    “You’ve got more seniority than me here, obviously, so you’re on stakeholder management.” The delegation was coming out. Academically, Loske had always been the group work leader and took over a room.


    “I’m the water girl.” Her wry grin returned to her large mouth, spreading from cheek to cheek before turning on her heel before the senior detective could object. Loske had nothing else to do with her time than save worlds. That was her job. Restore peace and order, and make people feel safe. Planets exploding did not make people feel safe, as a general rule.


    It was only a handful of moments before she returned with some luke-warm owkwa in her hand, her mouth ready to run again.


    “Incoming and outgoing tightbeams -- we could say that while he’s in that room, all personal belongings are subject to Star Helix. Then we could get some eyes on the contents of that handheld.”
     
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  12. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    "Hmm." A curt exclamation of thought left his lips as she turned. Somewhere between the research station blowing up and them breaking up a fight, this had indeed turned into an investigation. An odd one because this involved things blowing up, meaning they were low on the totem pole for people sorting it out.

    Martian Military, Earth Military, OPA. Star Helix felt particularly outgunned for what felt like a conflict brewing in a large theater.

    "Stakeholder management sounds like red tape to me..." He hated red tape. And he wasn't convinced that the route they were going was a necessary one. Looking from the cup of water back to the room, Luka thought for a moment.

    "He looked like he was getting close to talking, wasn't he?" Ticking his tongue, he nodded. "Alright water girl, lets get him his owkwa but we'll hold off on pilfering his property just yet. We may not need to...so long as he thinks we did." Luka looked towards the shorter detective and her big grin, putting his hand on the door, he paused. "He wants to talk, lets give him the chance to." And he opened it back up, walking slowly in with his terminal in hand.

    Luka approached the table and pulled the chair out. "Did you know that Martians and Earthers both have worked on technology that can pierce tight-beam?" Luka waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing robust, just looking for keywords. Anything that might resemble a risk to the belt or the balance between the gravity wells."

    "Yeah?" The old man replied.

    "Yeah. Personal messages, the whole net. I wasn't actually aware of that until recently, Star Helix has access to that resource in order to..." Luka scooted forward. "Ensure the safety of Ceres and her residents."

    The man scoffed and Luka chuckled in return. The old man was sweating now, eyes moving back and forth between Luka and @Loske Matson.
     
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  13. Loske Matson

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    Words of advice! Trickery and opportunity hand-in-hand. Loske made a mental note of people want to talk, so let them and lie to their faces if it is something that will result in usefulness. Confident in her new folder of secrets, the youth trailed in after the detective and closed the door as he took a seat, crossing her hands behind her with a lean against the wall.

    "To kennst a threat coming to Ceres?" The man shifted uncomfortably.

    "With the latest galactic events, we can't be too careful." Loske explained, crossing the room and placing the water in front of the Belter.
    The man paused his uncomfortable glances, taking the time for an appreciative gulp of the water to stall for a response. He was obviously weighing his next steps, his long, thin body hunched in the chair. It was one thing to digest the death of his kin, and then rationalizing that the same could happen to him was something to internalize on top of it. Something he couldn't quite come to terms with. His mind was going through the recent news broadcasts, images of Eros, Phoebe Station, the tiny riot in the Medina.... it physically made his skin crawl.

    "Those tightbeams with your daughter were interesting." The blonde observed pointedly, folding her arms across her chest "Fantastic how you could keep up the conversation with all that lag between the station and Ceres."

    The Belter's face fell, his long exaggerated features suddenly looking weary; even in the beneficial gravity. The tightbeams were of course encrypted. "She was comfortable, but she was starting to be afraid." He admitted, casting his eyes down and folding his hands in his lap. "Those tightbeams gave us both orbas to things acima us."


    Loske's expression remained neutral, as if she already knew what kind of things he was referring to. "What part of what she told you was the most alarming to your fatherly nature?"
     
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  14. Lukas Forgrave

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    The man paused, a somewhat confused expression his face. "Fatherly nature?"

    Luka smiled and leaned forward, scratching his forehead. "Uhh, I got a friend at Tycho. Go way back. We talk from time to time..." Luka gestured towards the man. "Maybe as much as you and your daughter did, maybe less." He shrugged, scratching at the table.

    "When you talk to people like that for so long, sometimes they don't even need to say something for you to know something is wrong...sasa ke? They way they look in the lens, the way they look around suspiciously while filming, or maybe they are just disgruntled."

    "Ah, yeah..." The old man nodded. "She was getting like that too."

    "Yeah? Why? Those Inner jobs always seem so cushy. I would know." Luka smiled as he looked towards @Loske Matson.

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    People watching over her shoulder. A couple people tried to leave to go see their family, but guards wouldn't let them. She told me about it but couldn't say that much without getting into trouble."

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    She tell you that herself?"

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    Nah. I talk to her often. I can sense it."

    Luka nodded and patted down his chest. "
    You smoke, kopeng?" The man looked towards Loske and then back towards the Luka. "Bad for the filters they say."

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    Yeah well, whoever says that probably aren't the ones working the filters, huh?" Luka held out the pack and the man smiled, extending a hand and pulling one out. "Nah. It's our air, eh?"
     
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    People not allowed to leave to see their families? Loske’s lips drew into a thin, pensive line and a finger reached up to touch her chin. People not allowed to leave was one thing, but limiting physical interactions could mean that there was something about those persons that could be transferred beyond knowledge.


    When the Martian in the room, and the Belter started ganging up on the Earther, she was only mildly uncomfortable. She’d grown up in the world that had proclaimed the beauty of Earth and now she was working in a world that was scornful of earth. The planet that started it all and took everything for granted. A place with an ocean, but allowed it to get dirty -- similar to how the two were about to clog up the filters with the cancer sticks. She hated the smell of smoke, and it lingered so much longer on Ceres than on earth; unless of course someone was smoking on a spacewalk but that was pretty much impossible.


    Her hand flapped dismissively as the two commisserated together about long distance tightbeams and knowing someone exceptionally well. In a moment of self pity, Loske recognized she didn’t really have anybody like that. Her acadamia had restricted the ability to cultivate friendships and her family was too busy phoning other businesses rather than conference calls with their kiddo.


    What were they getting from this interview? In her head, she racked up a list; careful not to count on her fingers.

    1. There was heavy security on the Phoebe Research station - Guards inside and outside.

    2. There was monitoring on outgoing tight beams - Communication content was restricted, or at least flagged.

    3. Employee movement was limited and restricted to stay on the station only.

    4. The employees themselves were nervous about the work they were doing.

    What else did they want to get out of this conversation?

    1. What was it the research team was working on, as specifically as possible.

    2. Who else knew what was going on at that station (motive for blowing it up?!)

    3. Did anybody get off of Phoebe recently?

    Things they knew from the public broadcast:

    1. Protogen was running the research station

    2. A martian stealth frigate blew the station up

    Things Loske could look into on her own:

    1. Protogen’s company origins (Was it an Earth company? Martian?)

    “Think they were allowed to smoke on Phoebe station? Or would that harm what they were working on, maybe?”
    Loske asked, entering the conversation once more to hopefully try and get some insight into the first thing they wanted to get out of this.


    “No, the whole station sterile. Very clean. My daughter used to smoke; she had to stop.”



    “That must have been hard, breaking a habit like that.”


    “Sa, nothing was too hard for her. That’s why she could get inner salary.” He chuckled at this, pride lining his statement though. Growing up on Ceres could land you in all sorts of jobs; the fact that his kin could get off planet and be paid with a decent salary must have given him some relief as a father.


    “An inner salary?”


    “Ya, like yours sasa ke? Star Helix is Earth owned, so was her company. Inners always end up controlling something we do the work for.”


    “Her company was an Earth company?”


    “Ya.”


    “Is it a public company, that has to broadcast what they’re working on?”


    “No, I don’t sasa so. Private.”
     
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  16. Lukas Forgrave

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    If only @Loske Matson had known the nature of Martians on this station. They were seen as nothing better than Earthers, Inners the lot of them and born to the luxury of a gravity well and healthy bones. It didn't matter that Mars had hardly a difference in gravity. If you weren't born on a moon or the belt, you weren't a proper resident on the station.

    But Luka had learned, a long time ago, that a Belter would likely never take to an Inner without some other notions. However, a little bit of self deprecation went a long way. So Luka made fun of Inners, even though he was one, to help convince the Belters that he was somehow different. But he wasn't and that was the illusion.


    But these were discussions for another time because now, they were getting somewhere. The subject of the station had been up for debate but given the notion of sterility, it meant something precise and exacting. Like a lab, biological or chemical. That would make sense as to why two military nations would rather see it destroyed than outright taken over, there was something being researched there. And if it could make a difference, it was better off gone to prevent a shift in balance. Or...they just destroyed it show they could. Luka's head spun with the possibilities and he absentmindedly took a a drag of the cigarette after lighting both his and the old man's stick.

    Luka turned over his terminal and did a few swipes, typing in information, and pulling up intelligence pulled from some previous homework. "Yeah. Protogen is privately owned and tied to Earth. That's interesting."

    The old man nodded and took a puff. "Ya."

    "People talk, sasa ke? Even in a controlled space like a research station. Rumors spread, people get worried. Hard to not get cabin fever."

    "Cabin Fever?"

    "Yeah. Itchy skin. Stuck in one place for too long."

    "Ahhh, yeah. That's true." He nodded, leaning forward as he placed his hands on the table. "She got to talking about how people didn't want to do the work no more. Said it was...strange. Sometimes she talked about feeling like a traitor."

    That peaked the detectives interest. "Traitor? Cause she was working for the Inners?"

    "Nah, she gave no shit about that sort of thing. What she was doing was good for Belter progress. But...the things they were working on."

    "Another cig?" Luka offered the pack.

    "Ah ya, taki."
     
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    “What does Belter progress mean?” Loske interjected, foolishly discarding any sort of façade for outright candor. Belter progress just sounded dangerous kinda — especially since most Belters associated growth with the more powerful they could become against earth.


    The Belter fellow narrowed his eyes as the cigarette lit and started to shoulder before he took an inhale. “That got your tensha, eh inner? You think Earth is in xash for when Belters progress?”


    Loske exhaled heavily, “No - let’s not forget this was an Earth controlled company. I’m just curious if you knew what it was she was working on, you kinda just stopped talking.”


    “Inyalowda were funding some kinda ehhh….” He drawled on the cigarette in thought, looking up at the ceiling; the tobacco obviously having a positive affect on his mood since he’d chosen to not pursue the earth vs. the belt conversation. “Wang salta tube of manting. Something big.”


    The creole was too thick for Loske to decipher, at that point and she looked somewhat helplessly toward her martian translator, @Lukas Forgrave. “So far, we know your daughter was a biologist, getting uncomfortable on a station that was researching something that an earth company was funding, and it was something big; but something that required a lot of security. It wouldn’t be too much for us to ask you to just tell us exactly what she was working on up there and any names of her coworkers?”


    Well. There goes the tact and patience.

    Rookie mistake?
     
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  18. Lukas Forgrave

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    Luka smirked as the cigarette clung loosely from his lips. The silence hung in the air like smoke and he was content to let it swirl about as the belter marinaded on @Loske Matson losing her cool. Or maybe it was intentional, maybe she was learning to lean into the expectations of the beltalowda and their sense of superiority.

    And then Luka cleared his throat.

    "I watch a lot of broadcasts at night..." He flared his fingers at his temple. "Trouble sleeping. I think it's the air maybe, never really got used to it."

    "You need good belter lungs, is all."

    "Yeah..." Luka looked at the man, smirk hiding a hint of incredulity. "Nature, cooking, history, the works."

    "Earther History I bet." The man scoffed.

    "Well..." Luka shrugged. "Belter's don't have much history to go on, do they?" Luka smiled and the man seemed to get offended. Maybe that was his intent. "And would you believe the amount of men in history who spent their lives performing the most obscene crimes, the sort that make Frederick Johnson look like a saint? And the amount of men that surround them, just like you, that say it was all good because it's...one giant leap for mankind."

    "That's not my words. That was hers."

    "Who?" Luka leaned forward.

    "Mi dowta!"

    "Why would should say that?" His voice rose.

    "Mi na sasa!"

    "What was she doing there!"

    "Mi na sas-!" Luka slammed his hand on the table and the old man leaped back, nearly out of his chair. With that, Luka took to a forward lean as he knocked some ash. "Yes you do. You've been lying to us since we mentioned the recordings. You're lying to us now."

    "I'm not..." The man was scared now. "Sh-she she said it was a weapon. Sh-she said it was a game changer. It would change everything."
     
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  19. Loske Matson

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    Loske also almost jumped, along with The Belter. Seeing the large martian throw his weight around for an answer gave a little more indication to the success behind his name. Instead of jumping, her eyebrows shot straight up; breaking whatever poker face she'd maintained up until now.

    A weapon. A weapon that would change everything. A weapon that a biologist was working on. A biological weapon.

    Her lips tightened into a small 'o', and she clasped her hands in front of her before clamping her teeth shut again with an audible click.

    She wanted to make sure that everyone was on the same page.

    "Your daughter, a Belter and biologist, was working for a private earth company on a weapon. A biological weapon. One that would advance the Belters."

    The Belter didn't know how to respond. He'd dropped his cigarette on the ground and was now looking at @Lukas Forgrave with wide-eyes and a firm grip on his chair. It took him a few seconds to realize he needed to confirm something. "Si..."

    Was this a massive plot to overthrow mars? If Belters and Earthers were uniting to work on a biological weapon...they could be sharing a common enemy.

     
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  20. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    That's what he couldn't wrap his head around - how this made an sort of advancement for Belters. The research station was Earth run and as far as the reports went, it was Earth and Mars colliding around it.

    But as far as Luka was concerned, the interview was over. Not much more could be squeezed from this stone. And besides, when an interviewee was scared, it was akin to torture - they might just tell you anything to make you go away.

    Luka popped out two cigarettes, stood, and placed them in front of the belter. Setting down the disposable lighter, he placed his still burning cigarette in the ash tray.

    "I'm sorry for your loss. Hang tight and we'll get you out of here in a bit."

    The old man looked almost ashamed, head hung low. "Taki..." He mumbled, not even bothering to ask about the Martian that was being processed for provoking the fight.

    Pulling his jacket off the seat, he looked towards @Loske Matson and made his way to the door. Interview was over is what his blue eyes said and coming through the other room, he ran his hand over his mouth as he watched the belter through the one-way mirror. "We're missing something here. A lot of somethings. And I don't think he has them."
     
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