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  1. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    Aboard the Katabasis
    Frontier, Beyond the Gates

    The ship moaned in the darkness; for all he knew, it was the growls of an empty metallic stomach. The thought brought him comfort as he bore down on the pneumatic wrench. As far as he could recall, the belly of the ship was filled with nothing more than mothballs and half empty PBT containers, smelling of wet cotton and rations far beyond expiration date. Maybe the stomach pangs were warranted.

    “Ay ay, stop fucking pushing. You’ll crimp the gasket.”

    Luka leaned back and released the trigger, eyeing the smaller woman with the sort of glare that danced carelessly between nonchalance and exhaustion. The work hadn’t ceased but as soon as the mechanic whirling of the socket cut off, the heat spitting out a plume of tinted steam, he felt a sudden desire to kick his feet back on one of the heat sinks and prop himself out like a proper Marlboro man.

    “I swear to God if you aren’t any good beyond punching…” She hissed as she worked the bolt back out. “These damn things cost an arm and a leg and we're 10,000 leagues under the sea out here. Not many vendors to sort out our rubber deficits!” By all accounts, Jackson was her surname but Luka reckoned it would have suited her first name at birth. She did a hell of a job at passing but in the right light, even a petite Adam’s apple was visible.

    Sweat the small stuff, you’ll end up drowning.” He rebutted with a smirk as he fell on his haunches, splaying out the cord and socket set across the grated floor. Levi knew it better than most but for what Luka considered the majority of his adult life, he was better suited for a needle than any sort of mechanical tool. But necessity meant that an enforcer had to take up necessary skills when there wasn’t much else between the hull and the empty space, gently rapping.

    Blue eyes glanced up at the sound of debris smacking across the exterior of the hull. With the engines firing faintly, it was almost impossible to make out. Even more impossible was differentiating between that and the simple shrinking and enlarging of metal across the temperature differential of an endless vacuum and roaring thrusters. Like a young man strutting across an open dance floor, it was hard to sort out what was up or down. “It’s nothing.” Luka shook his head and gripped the wrench, eyeing Jackson. “Nothing until it’s something. Like an antenna array.” Craning his head upwards, he knocked his tongue. “And just like that, no more late night tight beams.

    While they were far removed from the blue of any ocean, the questionable nature of communications from frontier to belt still put people on edge. Between Jackson and the other crew, it was clear that even explorers had their limits. What had started out as a relationship of convenience had turned into something more; a partnership born from mutual enemies. “Easy for you to say, Lukas…” Jackson had a bad habit of using his full name when she was angry. Or not angry. She tended to just use it when she pleased. “Not all of us have hot-bunking mates.”

    He nodded, feigning understanding, and handed off the wrench. “Don’t bear down on the gasket, you’ll crimp it.” Jamming his hands into the pockets of his green jumpsuit, he fled the room to find other places for his attention. With all the steam coming out of her ears, Jackson was suddenly a poor partner for conversation.
     
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    It was a wonder Luka was back helping Jackson. Should have been the actual mechanic - likely that's what Jackson had been praying for. The actual mechanic, otherwise known as Levi, was sussing out different sorts of hot steam elsewhere on the ship. Debris fields tended to be one of the greatest pains-in-the-ass for the exploratory vessels. Often came out of nowhere, and considering nowhere was now everywhere when no maps were yet to be plotted, that equated to a lot of them.

    The gleam of a distant sun reflected in her visor as Levi worked a torch, cutting away mangled sheet metal to get to a damaged circuit of an after thruster. Space Dance was hard when you could only turn right. Made missing that debris all the more difficult. Made keeping down meals even worse.

    Space travel still wasn't quite her thing, but it was getting easier in no big hurry. Levi preferred feet on solid ground, or whatever came closest. Flying half-tanked on a vessel meant for anything else but this meant waking up with a lump of anxiety halfway up your throat. Something she could feel creeping up like heartburn - definitely not helped by the short-dated rations. Levi grimaced as she yanked on the sheet metal one more time, prying it open to a shower of electrical sparks.

    "Mouse, need those pliers..."
    Nothing.
    "Mouse!" she turned, visor full of stars and a fading sun, to find Lyra staring off at something, "Lyra."
    The girl blinked, looking once and twice before picking the pliers out of their clip and passing them over, "Sorry."
    "You have to pay attention," Levi tapped on the glass of her helmet, "can't be out here half-witted. That's how people die."
    "I thought I saw something."

    "Saw what," wrestling through the sparks, Levi pried a chunk of asteroid free from the lodging and tossed it over her shoulder to tumble listlessly, endlessly through space until the next collision.

    "A ship."
    The spark shower cut off, Levi passed back the pliers, "Give me the wire putty."
    "Do you think it could be someone?"
    "We're only as alone out here as the radar says," a grunt, "get back inside Mouse."
    "But we're not suppose to come out here alone."
    "I'm nearly finished. I'll be right behind you."
    "But Levi-"
    "Go. Leave the toolbox."

    Lyra arrived in the pressure chamber minutes later, staggering in and clumsily popping the latch of her helmet as the chamber sealed and re-pressurized. The suits were a bit too big for her, had to crumple up the middle, arms, and legs and tape them short to make them work, but the ship was short-staffed at the best of times and Levi had made a promise to the Captain.

    The girl would work and learn and earn her keep.

    So overlarge space suit be damned.
     
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    He casually strode into the observatory that spanned the distance between ship interior and the workspace outside, currently occupied by a particularly inked up mechanic. The pressure locks wheezed as the chrome steel clamps twisted and thrust outward from the weather sealed frame, unhooking the tongued partition that locked the door into place and kept the chamber hermetically sealed from the interior of ship. Luka found himself distracted as he watched Levi work; the piece of metal, formally known as a hull panel, was still spitting out sparks as she worked to make the various repairs.

    "Luka, can you help me out of this thing?" The mouse uttered as she waddled out awkwardly and a bit premature to the doors sliding fully open. The tall Martian was momentarily fixated on the glitter across the bow, like a star angrily dying against the body of the ship. "Oh, I'm not sure I can give you the sort of help you need."

    He heard the foil of the suit crumple as the girl smacked her hands against her side. "I can't get out without someone else!"

    As his eyes narrowed and he pulled his attention down to the girl, he couldn't help but smile. She was somewhere between a human and a failed attempt at robotics. Part human, part machine, entirely out of sorts. "Yeah okay." Twirling his finger, extended and pointed towards the floor, the girl followed suit and spun to look out of the viewing window. He went quickly to work on the neck clamp and pulling off various pieces of tape.

    "Why'd you come in, no one is supposed to be alone out there."
    "Levi said..."
    "Oh, did she..."
    "I was distracted."
    "It happens."
    "Thought I saw a ship."
    "Space has a way of playing tricks on you..."

    The intercom fired on, cutting her off from a response. "Dis is yoooo captain speeking! Jus' kiddin', it's Atomic John." Full name was Adam John Craskin. Fairly obvious how he came about that self proclaimed nickname. "Looks like we got ourselves some company. Everyone back in da ship. Chop chop!"

    "Intercoms still work in the suits?" Luka asked quietly, unzipping the back of the girls suit.
    "Sometimes..."
     
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    "Dis is yoooo ca-chhhhhh- Jus' kiddin', it's Atomic Jo-kkcchht."

    "Kkkkcchhht- got ourselves some company. Everyone back in da ship. Chop -chht!"

    The intercoms were dicey on the best of days, leaving a grumbling Levi as she continued to beat a wrench on the sheet metal while chasing after a new flow of sparks. Goddamnit.

    "Inks, dat means you!"
    "I'm almost done," she growled, swapping out for another tool to wrangle the spitting wires, "I need five more minutes."
    "You got - kkkkchht-irty seconds."
    "If I don't fix this thruster we're gonna be doing a whole lot of left fucking turns."
    "Two lefts make a right."
    "They fucking do not!"


    "So there is another ship?" Lyra looked over at Luka curiously as she struggled to step out of the suit, "Who do you think it is?"
     
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    As much as it would have helped in their past endeavors, Luka didn't have the sort of power that would entail seeing into the future. On a good day, he could see for the three feet in front of his face. And even on the very best of days, he couldn't make out the differences between a smudge on the viewing screen and a blip 50,000 kilometers away.

    "How much work did you all have left out there?" He ignored the question and with that act, perceived the slightest irritation in mouse's face as the skin between her eyebrows briefly pinched. "An hour...five minutes?"

    "I don't know...why don't you ask Levi."
    "Would if I could." He replied quickly as he got close enough to the screen to get a good look at the woman and her work. Though for gauging what remained, he was about as experienced as a ice miner trying to suss out the differences between a zigzag and buttonhole stitch.

    "Hey John..." He flicked on the terminal. "Levi give you an eta?"
    "Sorry mate. Can't tell ya."
    "...why?"
    "Cause ya didn't use ma full nem, sasa ke?"

    Sighing, Luka shook his head and relented. "Atomic John..."
    "Yeah mate, keting te wanya?"
    "Levi...eta."
    "Ah ya ya, five minutes. Four now by the looks of tings...she better hurry. Alarm goes on, no open for de bap kuxaku."

    He clicked off the terminal and recalled the safety measures. Defenses kick on and with evasive maneuvers, they'd need to seal up the airlock. He smacked his hand against the frame of the view screen, hoping to get her attention. If it worked, he'd implement the age old 'point at the fake watch on his wrist' tactic to indicate urgency. If she didn't look up, he'd keep at it. Much to the chagrin of the little one, falling over herself to get out of the over-sized suit.
     
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    "Oww-" Lyra rubbed at her head, feet desperately kicking out of the suit with one final fit of effort, "I hate this thing!"

    But Lukas wasn't paying attention, he was too busy miming some strange gesture to Levi that she couldn't understand. If she had to guess it was something disgusting.

    No more sparks meant she'd patched the wires. It wasn't pretty and by hell was it any sort of job she'd feel proud of, but they ran on duct tape and bailing twine as the saying went, and Levi didn't even know what bailing twine was. She kicked the sheet metal back into place, looking up while grabbing the welding gun to see Luka in the window. Her typical response (to just about anything anymore) was to flip him the bird, but the gloves of the suit weren't as malleable as she'd like. Instead she opted to finish the job, quick and dirty like.

    Enough, at the least, to keep things together until they made their next landfall and she could give it the attention it needed.

    She got back inside the air lock with seconds to spare, yanking off her helmet and pulling the tail of her tied back hair free from the collar of the suit as the inner chamber door hissed open - sticking halfway. Lyra kicked it to a responsive BZZZRRT and it begrudgingly opened.

    "What in the absolute fuck is the deal?"

    "There's a ship!" Lyra rocked up onto the balls of her feet, "I told you!"

    "What ship?" brown eyes rounded on Luka.
     
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    Cutting things close while also stubbornly sticking to her guns. Luka couldn't think of an act that was more like Levi than those two things so it hardly surprised him when the whisper of an alarm kicked on, just as she came through the airlock. Something akin to the conductor saying all aboooard.

    Facing his palms towards the woman, he shrugged in a belter sense. But with a bit more muscle to show and distinct lack of long bone rattling. It was all comical to think of belters as walking skeletons; a trope that Levi defied with grace. But Atomic John did very little to help their case.

    "No...uh...
    lueur dorée to speak of." Kansas twang flaring into the mouthfeel of French. He was having to play a bit of coy with Mouse nearby, awkwardly concealing the nature of the comment. Normally, it would have been easy to simply say no trace of Golden Bough in sight. But with her being all inconveniently smart, Luka was having to come up with creative ways to traipse around wandering ears. "But I haven't taken a particularly good look and Adam isn't exactly forthcoming."

    "Hey." The girl squealed as she tugged on one of the unused belt loops of Luka's one piece. "Why'd you answer her and not me?"
    "She asked nicer." He said with a sly grin, shooing her hand away as he looked passed Levi and into the dark.

    "But there's a whole lot of space out there. Does seem odd to find another ship on our coat tails."
     
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    Silence took her over for several moments, the gears of various emotions churning away behind a facade of near-constant-resting-bitch-face. Luka would know the nuanced twinges of various feelings, the lines that indicated thoughts of fear or anger, annoyance or humor. Right now he'd get a good sense of irritable cactus. Levi did not like to be pulled off a job halfway through, something that was becoming more common than not on this dilapidated rust bucket, and a strong source of her current ire towards their predicament.

    This wasn't how things were supposed to go.

    The line of her lips flattened, the color blanching as they pressed together beneath a furrowed brow. Glove followed glove followed latches and hooks and all manner of material that made up her suit. A methodical process if anything to pass the frustration.

    "What's ler dory mean," the Mouse piped up.
    "Put the toolbox away Lyra," Levi nudged the box towards her with a toe as she continued to pull layers of space off, "Make sure everything is organized."
    "But Jax hates it when I go in the supply block. She always yells at me."
    "Do it anyway, it's good for you to be yelled at."
    "What!? Nuh-uh."
    "Now."

    A dramatic huff and eye-roll later Lyra stalked off with the box in her arms, stamping her feet all the way.

    Levi peeled the bottom half of the space suit off leaving her in athletic bra, shorts, and a whole bunch of ink.

    ["Your French is rusty,"] said in French with the faintest hint of amusement as she grabbed her jumpsuit from a nearby locker and began pulling it on.
     
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    Blue eyes cut from the empty of space back to the woman and child as Levi requested mouse take off. Lyra was always looking to be involved but it seemed like bristly edges were showing in between Levi's eyebrows and against the corners of her lips. The Martian couldn't make out whether that was because she was pulled from the work early, because he had brought up the Golden Bough, a combination of those two, or a totally different reason altogether.

    He wasn't sure it mattered, either. If it was his fault, he was certain he'd find a way to make it up to her.

    "Yeah, well..." He replied back as he watched her plod over and grab her jumpsuit, nothing more than ink and fabric and recirculated air separating them now. "They say you lose it if you don't use it."

    Jamming his hands back into the pockets of his jumpsuit, he strode over to the woman and took a seat on the metal bench in front of the lockers. You have to get dressed, just yet?

    Raking his dirty finger nails against the stubble of his jaw, he studied the faded images of one of her lost friends, immortalized in ink against her skin. "The Captain hasn't come on yet to issue any orders and Adam isn't as frantic as he usually is...I don't think this other ship is a serious issue, not yet anyway."
     
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    It wasn't always his fault, but sometimes it was. This time it wasn't.

    Pulling the jumpsuit up to her waist, she filed the zipper halfway up and cinched her belt, leaving the top half free-hanging.

    "C'est vrai," she replied, it's true, taking a seat next to him on the bench. Ink stretched over joints, the lines of black denoting the journey of her life across the circuit of Ceres pulling taught across lean muscle. Bit lighter now than before - hard to keep up that mass without the constant pull, even if it had been fake before it still beat the cheap rip-off here. One boot on and strapped.

    When it worked.

    But language? For her, easier to maintain. Luka had spent his life honing a body fit for Earth. Levi? She'd spent her life honing a mind fit for retaining language in many of its various forms. Still required upkeep, of course, but that was simple enough to listen in on recordings of novels or news. Hell, she even sent vid-calls in Russian to Mikoff and Italian to Queenie who had since been forced to relocate to Ganymede. Second boot on and strapped.

    Levi turned, propping her right leg over the bench, ankle bent in to rest in half-lotus, and leaned to settle her chin on his shoulder. He was slouching, like always, so it wasn't too hard to reach.

    ["We could make it our secret language,"] francais whispered into his neck, ["no one else on this ship speaks it."] Her hands were snaking around him and not necessarily in an appropriate manner. Private time was rare now that they shared a bunker with Mouse.
     
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    He instinctively took a deep breath, straightening out his back, as her hands moved down his chest between a stained yellow shirt and the olive maintenance suit. The zipper growled metallic as it began to descend from a starting point just south of his sternum. "Je ne sais pas..." He whispered as his focus moved from her hand to catch her expression in the corner of his eye. "I might need some private lessons; a refresher. I'm sure it all come back to me...just need some practice."

    Nuzzling her nose with his cheek, deciding that this was about as private as things got on this ship, he barely heard the hallway door whisper open.

    "Lukas, you're needed on the..." Jackson moved in and stopped just shy of facing the duo. Flinging her blue hair to the side of her face with a scoff, she crossed grease coated arms over a jumpsuit decorated in holes and an almost artistic spread of oil sheen dots. "Well..." Narrowing her eyes, she crossed her arms.

    "Seems like I might be needed here?"

    "Incoming ship has hailed us and they're claiming to be The Sol Coalition. Tracked us all the way from the slow zone; they're saying our movement to the frontier was illegal or some shit."

    "Wasn't it?" His hand moved from the bench to Levi's thigh.

    "That's not the point!" Jackson stated, characteristically quick to anger. "Captain thinks it's bullshit...not her words mind you." She offered a solid eye roll with the correction. "Either way, if we are boarded, which we will be, Captain thinks you should be suited up."

     
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    If it had been anyone other than Jackson, Levi might've shifted immediately into the defensive. Fact of the matter was she got along with Jackson about the best of anyone else on the crew. Jackson had a short temper and a sordid, sad past. They could relate, they got each other.

    Her hand stilled as she listened, eyes closed while chin remained on Lukas' shoulder. She hadn't a clue how the legality of uncharted space worked - it all sounded like bullshit to her, but Luka had his thumb on these sorts of things far better than her. With a grunt, fingers curling at the sensation of his hand on her thigh, she opened her eyes again with a short nod towards Jackson, "Well if the Captain thinks it. Let's get you suited up."
     
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    It was hard enough going against Levi when she insisted. Add Jackson and the Captain in the mix and it made it a damn near impossibility. It was only unfortunate that what they needed him for didn't involve a high gauge needle and a ball of thread - Recycler kicking on in the background, the shadows of children running by on the balcony, the overpowered noise of the Brentwood thoroughfare and the blinking lights of a wall terminal showing mountains on earth and a blue blue sky.

    They needed him for his brutality, a thing he had not exercised since the fall of Old Tycho. But now that he thought on it, resting against the brief warmth of Levi, it felt like picking up a childhood artifact assumed forever missing. Something like an old friend long thought dead, now knocking on his door step.

    "By suit, I assume you don't mean..."
    "No space hopping. Not yet."

    He leaned over and kissed Levi on the forehead. "Yeah, okay." Pulling the zipper down on his suit, he stood up and felt Levi's hand free itself from him. Running his hands down his chest, he propped them firmly on his hips and lofted his brow. "Well, I guess I'll go suit up."

    He looked back towards Levi. "You coming?" He stated with a smirk, knowing full well that he couldn't reach the back straps of the armor.
     
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    A sigh followed his departure from the bench. Levi never thought she'd miss the nights on Tycho or the days in between jobs where errant schedules magically lined up for a shared breather. Yet here she was, thinking those days had been pretty good even if they hadn't really felt it at the time, still saturated by a grief that wouldn't lift. Strange how a 14 year old girl could bring the tides to shift. Lyra showing up had been like switching off the gravity for Levi - suddenly the weight of sadness had lifted by a newly granted purpose.

    A glance up, a faint smirk in return, "Oui." She followed him out, pausing to ask a favor after Jackson.

    Go give the Mouse a hard time and make sure she gets that supply block organized.

    Jackson was all too pleased to oblige. Levi would hear about it non-stop later, but for the few minutes of privacy it bought her she'd take it.
     
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    The door leading out from the observatory gave breath to a long hallway, floored with lofted metal grates suspended on hull mounted pedals. Every stomp or light step made a sound of rusted metal clacking against galvanized steel, like a hollow heartbeat echoing through the corridor. At breast height, red and white LED lights lit the way through the majority of the vessel though it wasn't uncommon for certain nodes to fade prematurely. And coincidentally, yen faded with it.

    Beneath the grates, arteries of metal piping and fiber optic cords hummed with the a blue aura that symbolized the passage of energy and whatever other pertinent utilities they carried. The vessel wasn't so old as to run on steam or hot air but it wouldn't have surprised the former detective if a stick of conduit burst from the seams, belching out plumes of gray smoke. The ship had seen better days, or at least that's what Levi and Luka were told before they boarded it.

    Guiding Levi down the corridor to a place they both knew fairly well, Luka took an even serving of lefts and rights before pulling a red t-handle down against the wall. The metal wheezed and the aperture opened to reveal a dimly lit blue room, lined on one side with wired cages and the other side with lockers. Above the lockers, a narrow span of thick glass separated them from the emptiness of space and stretched across the entire wall. Sometimes, when they were close to a planet or rotating towards a sun, it would help illuminate the room. But for now, it was merely teasing at the solar storms erupting from the black, hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.

    "You think I'll need full armor or maybe just a lighter version?" He said, coyly, running the zipper down the length of this suit as he opened a locker. The armor came with a separate body suit, hooking into components that would supply rudimentary monitoring of bio signs. But that functionality had long passed.
     
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    "I suppose that depends," Levi responded, taking up a position leaning against the wire frames across from him, arms crossed, gaze patient but intense, "do we want to look like assholes on purpose or by accident."

    With Sol it was a toss up, but anyone not wanting to start something was better served by being cautious and not pretentious. The light armor was likely the best choice - it said I'm exercising my right to defend my ship with a chaotic neutral tone. Which was no more than any other ship out here would do, and no less than they all deserved, really. It was the wild west out here, never could be too careful.

    She smirked from where she stood, waiting only long enough to say she waited before pushing off to help him. Not that he actually needed help, but something something, idle hands and the devil. Levi drew upon his back, lips finding his neck and hands finding his zipper, slipping through it and heading straight for scandal. By her guess they had maybe seven minutes and that was plenty of time to kill two birds with one stone.
     
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    "I suppose on purpose makes the most amount..." He couldn't finish the line off before Levi had moved in to close the distance. With the way her hands had been traipsing about in the viewing area, it wasn't all that surprising. And neither was her disregard for any form of foreplay or tantalizing back-and-forth. Time was something they had borrowed and privacy was quick to fade in a place like this...

    ...

    ...cinching the strap of his holster to his thigh, he slung the old cannon into the composite holster with a bit of resistance. Scratching at a spot of rust on the gun like a sore tooth in the back of his mouth, he panned to Levi who was as quick to get dressed as he was. Searching around for his tee-shirt, he took a moment to appreciate the quick application of clothing across the ink and precious few spots of untouched skin. After all, it was a bit more like a hurricane with the way she had unraveled just minutes ago.

    "I
    think I'll forgo the armor for now..." Pulling the shirt up over his head, he squeezed in and pulled down. "If they're here to fight, not like it would help. Might want to keep from setting them off." He searched around for the leather jacket thinking he might conceal another high powered automatic at the small of his back. If he were being honest, he wasn't exactly putting a whole lot of thought into the ordeal.

    In his experience, planning and winging it tended to have close enough results to not bother.
     
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    Though the instances were mostly few and far between, the practice had been enough to know one another. Not that five years had nothing to do with it, but they didn't need more than a handful of minutes to capture that rush of euphoria. Levi was in a decidedly much better mood now, the dull ache of her backside from the bulkhead was definitely going to linger. He was still so strong even after all this time in space.

    Pulling her own top back on and adjusting the straps of her pants around her waist, brown eyes briefly looked up as he murmured about his plan. Generally, Levi didn't take the better safe than sorry approach herself, but she found herself wondering if shitty armor was better than no armor at all.

    But he had a point. They weren't equipped to fight back with sponsored law. Couldn't even outrun them if they tried. Sol wasn't known for being as pushy as the Martians could be, but they were less predictable. Martians at least stuck to their rule books.

    "I don't get it. We've taken that same flight path to the frontier at least a dozen times. The fuck - it's illegal now?" she shook her head.

    The ship shuddered, Levi steadied herself with a hand against a locker and looked around, "Here we go."

    "Graves where you at?" the Captain over the comm now, "Get up here to the hatch now. They're boarding."
     
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    He nodded, though it was likely hard to tell as he stretched into the jacket. Running the automatic rifle pistol into the slanted nylon holster at the small of his back, he pulled the jacket back over to completely conceal the weapon. One for their attention, one for if things got hairy. He was hoping things wouldn't get hairy.

    Approaching Levi, he wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her close, planting a kiss on her forehead. And he proceed to nuzzle down, kissing her lips. "If anything happens..." He was sure it wouldn't. So sure that he stopped mid sentence, hesitation finding shelter with a smile that lived at the corner of his mouth.

    Another alarm came up from above and he looked up, rubbing his nose with a step back from the Inkarta. "I wonder what's for dinner tonight." Padding out of the room to the sound of the door whizzing open, he wasn't sure where Levi was going and they didn't have time to discuss. Captain was getting impatient and when she got impatient, well it was a bit more difficult than trying to handle Jackson. Heading partially back the way they came, he took a left where he would have normally taken a right to find his way back to the observatory.

    The stretch of area before him was a long rectangular corridor coated entirely with greased panels of chrome steel. Lighting of white LED strips ran in segments through the corridor on the right and left side, like traffic markings for a highway road. The center was noticeably absent of light, though everything appeared properly illuminated. The design was likely due to the fact that the spine of the corridor housed the utilities ducting.

    The flooring was grated like everything else. But as he approached the end of the path and the hatch door, the shear volume of of black tubing running across the floor increased. These various fiber optic cables were running to various terminal stations that peppered corridor and were washed in teal details of cargo capacity and navigation routes. Canisters and metal boxes were strewn about it no particular fashion; Luka assumed they were mostly empty.

    The corridor came to an end at a large steel door, framed in rust and ornamented with blast stains, and was lit by a red flashing beacon across the top. The bottom was coated in peppermint vinyl and stated, in bold letters, "Watch your step."

    "You taking your sweet ass time, huh?" The woman at the door stated, shrouding whatever irritation was adorning her.
    "Had to get dressed for my big day."

    A long piece of metal extended from the floor, to the right of the door, that terminated at waist height with a large red button encased in glass. The captain hadn't pressed it yet.
     
  20. Levi Jones

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    Could have liked to stay tucked in that arm, under the nuzzling whiskers of the man, for just a bit longer. Levi had learned to appreciate these small moments with the warmth of his cheek at her temple and the sound of his voice in her ear. Knew how quickly and easily it could slip away out here - like a mothers hand from her fingertips, cold and brittle, the last of a life's warmth pooling in red. No smile to give in return, just a frown in a kiss and a grimace of disgust at the sound of the alarm.

    She'd grown to hate that sound.

    Warmth receding from her front, Levi sighed and followed him out. It was best not to crowd the intake area and she wasn't really needed there, but she couldn't help staying close. Just in case someone needed a solid left hook.

    "Levi-" Lyra hissed from a side hall, making the woman jump and swear as she strode by her.
    "The hell'd I tell you about sneaking up on people, Mouse?"
    "I didn't mean to," she looked around the corner, wide-eyed at the long jacket figure disappearing around another corner, "I wanna come."
    "No."
    "But I wanna see Sol!" she hissed.
    "They nothing good to see, trust me. Go into the kitchen and help Jax with dinner."
    "She doesn't want my help. She just blasted me in the supply box for not puttin' the tools away in alphabetical order. How does that even work?"
    Levi raised her brows at this, a smirk firmly working its way into place, "No idea. You let me know when you figure it out."
    "I wanna see Sol," Lyra pushed up to her tip-toes in her over-sized boots, "pleeeease?"
    "Kitchen. Now. Or I'm putting you on oil drip duty until we punch down next."
    Lyra groaned, loudly, and stamped back around to head to the kitchen, muttering something about being made to alphabetize all the food supplies next.

    "Katabasis, this is Lieutenant Major Revarde of the SC Corallis VII. Open your hatch gate or you will be detained. I will not ask you again."

    Clearly the Captain wasn't the only one that had been kept waiting.
     

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