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  1. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Gunner on the NPS Kanyari

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    Aboard the racing pinnace - Slipstream - En route to Pallas Station

    "Pallas TC this is the Slipstream, requesting permission to dock," Rachel spoke into the microphone built into the crash couch. It extended up and slightly over the couch but not over any of Rachels body, being a racing ship, the G-forces would turn the tiny piece of plastic and metal into a knife given enough thrust. After she finished transmitting, it slid back into the couch with a click. The Slipstream was an impressive ship, Rachel wondered just how much the had leased it for considering its capabilities. She had lived a comfortable, albeit lonely life since leaving the Jovian system, the vessel still had that "new ship" smell before people changed the scent from living in it too long. Everything was shiny, even some of the plastic films hadn't been peeled off some of the displays.

    The radio crackled for a moment, a burst of static before the tight-beam from Pallas decrypted itself. "Slipstream you are cleared for docking bay 45-CS2. Don't see many of your types docking here, picking up some parts for a race?" She rolled her eyes at the casual conversation of the traffic controller, but played along. Pinnace racers loved to gush about their ships and she wasn't about to break her disguise several days into her new mission. She activated her comms laser, the small microphone slipping out of the couch with a metallic slither.

    "Pallas TC...Yep, got some custom components being made up, decided to come pick them up personally Say, where's a good place to get something to eat once I dock?" As she asked the question her stomach grumbled hungrily. She had enough sustenance, but the recyclers were so new that the protein paste they pumped out still tasted a little artificial. "Lets see uh...if you like Belta food, then there's The Blue Bottle on the Medina...if you're more into Inya...then theres a bar that does decent vat steak on the concourse, called The Saloon." The radio clicked off. Rachel was hunting for Protogen staff. Protogen never employed belters...well...except to experiment on. They would prefer inner food, and had the money to spend.

    "Taki taki kopeng. Slipstream out." The mic clicked away again, and Rachel watched as Pallas grew from a tiny glimmering pixel on her display to an almost spherical rock, covered in lights from the shipyards and docks. Steadily she guided the nimble ship into one of the gaping maw's of the stations huge docking facilities, letting it slowly fall into the docking waldo's that waited for it. As the reached out and latched the magnetic clamps onto the ship's ports, the vessel trembled. The crash couch pivoted slightly and she once again felt the light 0.3g that most belter stations were spun at.

    Rachel climbed up the ladder to the airlock, but not before stopping by her quarters. She looked in the mirror there. Her hair had grown longer over the months, she never really paid much attention to it considering how chaotic her life had been since her old Captain had died. She mulled it over in her head for a minute, before stepping into the compact head that joined her quarters and pulling out an electronic hair clipper. Several minutes later, much of her hair below the base of her skull was gone, the rest cut into a sharp bob clearly displaying the OPA tattoo on her neck. She nodded, satisfied then turned her attention to her clothes. As much as she loved her well worn yellow and black bomber jacket, she was aware how unique it was to her. Any pattern matching or recognition software would notice it and she couldn't afford to be found way out here on her own.

    Fishing around in the cupboard she found something that raised her eyebrows. A jumpsuit, white black and blue with the words Slipstream down the left sleeve, on the right side of the chest and on the back. It was made from a high tech polymer, soft yet vaguely stretchy. She undressed and pulled it on, after a zipping it up the suit made a click and tightened to her form, fitting her perfectly. That was something new...self fitting clothes. She pulled a black faux-leather jacket from the cupboard and threw it over, before strapping her belt back on, and slotting her hand cannon into the holster.

    Before leaving the ship, she checked the container of precious cargo she had brought with her. It still sat in its hiding space, rigged to detonate the ships reactor if anyone other than her touched it. She left the ship and ascended the step ladder into the dock, before locking the vessel behind her.

    ---

    Pallas was a busy station, considering its distance from the rest of the system. At two points during its orbit around Sol it passed through the belt. During this time the majority of its business, shipping and commerce was done. The rest of the time it swooped far below and above the solar plane, during this time the station worked on its primary exports, vessel construction, reactor bottle construction, uranium enrichment and the usual businesses that sprung up around hubs of commerce; brothels, casinos, bars and hotels.

    There were two main civilian zones on the station, one was the Medina, a middle-income area that primarily served the local belter population, and the Concourse, a up-market suburb that served the more wealthy segment of the population, inner corporate employees, executives, tourists and the like. Rachel knew she should eventually head towards the Concourse, however right now all she wanted as some red kibble and a beer and so she walked through the throng of people going through their shift change. Some were bright eyed and rested, heading off to work, others were tired, worn out or just in need of a meal after finishing their shift. Another third of the population wasn't visible, getting what sleep they could, or partying in the stations many nightclubs.

    Rachel turned into food joint, The Blue Bottle, recommended by the traffic controller on the way in. Walking towards the back she slotted into a booth and ordered her food and drink before leaning back on the plastic faux-leather seat and taking in the atmosphere of the place.
     
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  2. Fahir

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    The Blue Bottle had at atmosphere. It certainly did not posses an ambience. That was reserved for the Concourse. The people here were noisy, the music turned up to an uncomfortably high level for somewhere serving food. Also...

    "The table is so sticky," Fahir observed. "I'm going to need a shiv to keep getting my glass off of it."

    To demonstrate he pressed his glass of beer down and then tried to slide it across the table. It remained stuck fast. The crew of the Sandfly didn't come here for the clean tables. They came because large portions of tasty food were brought out quickly.

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  3. Rachel Lei

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    Rachel's eyes played across the inhabitants of the venue. It wasn't a large place, quite typical of many belt stations. A bar dominated one side of the long, low ceiling room, high stools were placed against it evenly. Some were occupied, some not. The opposite wall contained booths, mostly full of belters drinking cheap beer and kibble. Here and there groups of individuals stood and talked, some loudly, some quietly. As he eyes continued to pan across the room they connected with a woman.

    The woman stared at her intensely for a minute, moving across the Slipstream graphic on the arm of her jumpsuit, and down to the hand cannon in its holster, strapped to her thigh. Rachel stared back, cocking an eye brow before making a gesture at her. You want something?

    The woman's gaze lingered for a minute more, before it was obscured by a waitress holding a bowl of red kibble and and a cup of beer. She didn't skimp today, she ordered actual beer made from real plants, barley,hops...grown hydroponically aboard the station sure, but more real than the cheap substitutes they served to most people. She also splurged on the kibble, ordering 15 flavour groups instead of the usual five and the difference in taste was significant. She closed her eyes for a moment, spoon still in her mouth, savoring the flavour. Placing the utensil back in the bowl she downed half the beer at once, letting out a satisfied sigh and wiping the froth, real froth, from her lip.

    At a booth nearby, Rachel watched as a man with a scar on his face tried to slide a beer across the table, only for it to catch on whatever sticky substance was on it...most likely more spilt beer, and it tipped over, emptying its content over the pressed bamboo surface and onto the floor. She chuckled to herself, before having another mouthful of kibble. Life goes on in the belt...

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    "Well if you want a chaser-" Iris gestured to the sticky substance on the table. The frequency of ship meals had picked up as of late, this dinner just one of many that Fahir had dangled before the crew to get them all in the same place. Iris questioned it only has long as it took to get the food to the table.

    After that, she dug in.

    Ren smiled at Fahir, the black-haired girl moving with a less frenzied pace over the food placed before them. There was the matter of the clunky black mask that sat over her face. It covered her mouth and nose and, once one thought about it, made eating impossible.

    She seemed to consider this, the smell of the food wafting through the filters of the mask. After a moment's hesitation, she undid it from her face, revealing an unblemished face with red lines marring where the mask had pressed into. "Smells good, boss." This time, her smile was visible.

    "Didn't know robots could smell." Iris murmured unto her cup, taking a healthy drink.
     
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  5. Fahir

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    Fahir swore and had to stem the frothing tide with a napkin when his demonstration sloshed more beer onto the table.

    "Guess that's how it gets worse," he reflected. "Im ta nating!" he told Ren (you're welcome/it was nothing).

    Despite Iris' reservations he really wanted to try and improve retention of the crew. For once they had been paid properly a few times in a row and a bit of fresh food was about as imaginative as Fahir could be.

    "Dunno, the mech smells pretty bad after Luis has been in it for a whole day."
     
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  6. Rachel Lei

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    "Taki taki," Rachel said as the waitress sidled over and cleared her now empty bowl of kibble and beer class from her table. Rachel tapped the top of the beer glass before it left, "uno mo, taki." The waitress nodded and a moment later another beer was sitting in front of Rachel as she relaxed into the fake leather padding of the booth's seats. She savored the gentle pressure in her belly from the meal, and closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the cacophony of sounds around her. A song ended, and the conversation in the bar dipped temporarily before a new song began, the sound of conversation jumping again to try and overcome the thumping beats.

    Pulling out her hand terminal she laid it on the table and folded it out so that its screen doubled in size. On it, a heavily simplified map of Pallas Station was displayed, several points of interest were shown on it glowing with red markers. These areas were selected by the Core AI as the best places to begin the search for the suspected Protogen lab that was being constructed on the station, however all they had to go on really...was rumors. Downing half of her beer she got up and headed for the restrooms, a slightly sway in her step.

    As she walked closed the door to one of the cubicles, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the small space. She paid it no attention however, as she unbuckled her belt and holster and hung it on a hook on the back of the cubicle door. A moment later the door exploded inwards, several pieces of pressed and laminated bamboo raining down on Rachel as she brought her hands up around her head to protect it. The woman from outside was standing in the cubicle, staring at her, a vicious looking stun baton clutched in her hand. "De fook you want eh?" Rachel said, before spitting on the ground in front of her. With an almost animalistic growl, the woman lunged at Rachel, stun baton clicking viciously as blue arcs of electricity jumped along its length.

    Rachel pivoted on one foot, turning her body to the side and pressing it against the wall of the cubicle as the woman rushed at her. Her right hand lanced out and jabbed the woman in the ribs whilst her left hand wrapped around the wrist of the hand brandishing the stun baton and slammed it against the cistern of the toilet. The woman let out a yelp of pain which quickly turned to another guttural growl as she dropped the baton and began raining punches down on Rachels exposed body.

    Rachel crumpled under the sustained beating, pain lancing down her arms and torso as the woman's fists pounded into her. The impacts were so hard the woman had to have been augmented, no one with a frame like that could hit that hard without injuring themselves too. Rachel sunk lower and lower against the cubicle wall as repeated impacts sent stars flying through her vision. She tried with all her might to push back up to standing to fight off her assailant but was brutally smacked back down by several hooks to her ribs. She crumpled to the floor, gasping for air, as the woman picked up her stun baton again and flashed an evil grin, the electricity arcing in harsh blue.

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    It was something about the woman's determined stride that caught Fahir's attention. She marched across the floor towards the restrooms in a determined fashion. Her gaze followed someone as they went in first. She stopped, checked if there was anyone nearby and then went in after her.

    Fahir raised an eyebrow towards Iris. She had seen that too. He took a swig to down the last remaining dregs of his beer.

    "Someone's about to get fucked or get a kicking," he said with a shrug.
     
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    Iris gaze did not stop tracking the woman even after she disappeared beyond the door. In foggy dimness of the establishment, the slight gleam of metal in Iris's eye reflected light briefly as the cybernetic was engaged.

    Iris observed the heat signatures without reserve, taking a relaxed draft of her beer as the beating went down.

    "Give it... four more minutes could go in for a clean up," she mused, though in Iris talk that just meant pick pocketing the body left behind.

    "What?" Ren echoed, looking on in confusion at them both with startling big eyes. You know. Now that they weren't dwarfed by the mask.
     
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  9. Rachel Lei

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    Rachel swam through the dizziness, clawing her consciousness back out of the depths in time to see the woman reach out with the stun baton. But before she could connect it with Rachel's body, Rachel lashed out with her boot. It connected with her assilant's kneecap with a sickening crunch followed by a yelp as the woman grabbed onto the splintered door to steady herself.

    "De fook you want me for?" Rachel shouted, slamming her boot into the woman's knee again, causing her to topple over. "I think you know, fucking belter scum," the woman said, her Earther accent obvious amongst the lang-belta being spoken through much of the station, before whipping her elbow around and slamming it into Rachel's ribs. Pain lanced through her chest, but oddly enough it actually cleared Rachel's swimming vision. As she tried to push herself back up onto her feet her hand connected with something cold and metal.

    "Don'choo fooking move inyalowda, or I blow your head clean off," Rachel said, climbing unsteadily up onto her feet, her hand cannon trained on the woman in front of her who now had her hands up. "I said, what de fook you attacking me for eh? I just got to dis pashang station and dere's already assholes trying to roll me."

    The woman stood there impassively, no emotions playing across her face except for mild frustration.

    Rachel had seen that look before.
     
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  10. Rachel Lei

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    "Because...Rachel Lei...XO of the Saxon, you've been marked," the woman said, her voice harsh and mocking. Rachel had almost forgot that since their escape on Ganymede, no one had known what had become of the Saxon. The vessel was simply too hot to keep any more, whilst it's name was legendary among the pirates and bandit clans of the belt there was simply no way to hide a prize like that from the UNN or MCRN if it was in one piece. The Saxon was by now, dismantled and stored in crates and cargo containers across New Providence Station and the Belt. The mighty pirate ship, terror of the shipping lanes had been broken down to its last screws and rivets. Maybe it would fly again, it would be easy enough to reassemble, but not any time soon. The hacking laugh of the woman brought Rachel back to reality, "ve...ve vill hunt you...till the ends of the solar system if need be, but you wont escape us."

    "Us? De pashang you mean us? You're all that's left. Your base on Io is dust, your experiment on Ganymede dead, Thoth is gone...entirely dismantled," as she said the words the woman's expression soured and steadily enraged. She planted her feet and balled her fists but Rachel saw the signs and clocked her over the head with her hand cannon, sending the woman reeling and crashing into a sink in the restroom. Rachel walked after her, hand cannon trained on the womans chest. "You're the last one...holding down the fort...which means...there is a fort here..."

    "No, there's nothing, I've burned it all. I knew you were coming and wanted revenge." The woman sounded almost desperate. Rachel rolled her eyes and pulled out her terminal. Opening a software suite provided to her by the Core AI back on New Providence Station, she lifted the terminal up to head height and scanned the woman.

    Ocular and brain implants detected.
    Overriding security...
    ...


    The woman twitched, her hands snapping up to her head which she wrenched violently to the left...then to right right before letting out a wild, deranged scream. "Vaaahhhatt the fuck it happenniing!?!" She wailed, her voice rising in pitch, confusion and pain dancing across her face. "I'm overriding your implants to find where your fort is," Rachel stated matter-of-factly, looking on with mild interest. The terminal chimed merrily in her hand.

    Security overridden, ready to initiate scan.
    Warning: Chances of permanent brain damage exceed 89%
    Proceed: Y/N?
    Input: Y


    The moment Rachel approved the scan the woman twitched violently before collapsing to the floor and convulsing, a loud retching and gurgling could be heard from her as a thin filament of white-blue smoke emerged from a small metal disk at the base of her skull. The woman's body went rigid, her arms jerking out in front of her in a fencing position. Her eyes rolled in her head, not focusing on anything, as her body continued to convulse, muscles spasming and contracting as the woman's brain was systematically dismantled and digitised.

    97...98...99...100%
    Scan complete.
    Records downloaded.
    All logs purged.
    Destroy implants: Y/N?
    Input: Y


    Rachel pressed the proceed button once more and with a final violent jerk the woman's implants sparked, fizzled and died, their internal circuitry burnt out from a massive surge. Rachel crouched down next to the woman, who laid face down on the slick restroom floor, and rolled her over. Her mouth hung open and limp, eyelids barely open. Pulling them up Rachel looked at the woman's eyes, which were unfocused and rolled up in their sockets. Lifting the woman's arm, Rachel let it fall back down to the floor with a thud. Opening the terminal once more she inspected the report the software had compiled.

    Data extraction successful.
    Damage to subject brain: 93%


    "May as well make it 100," she muttered to herself and slammed her hand cannons butt down on the woman's head again before standing up, brushing chunks of pressed bamboo off her and leaving the restroom.
     
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  11. Fahir

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    The woman who had entered the restrooms first emerged before the Sandfly crew had finished their drinks. Apparently that was the point at which they had silently agreed was a sensible time to go and investigate.

    "Fighting, not fucking," Fahir muttered with a light chuckle. The woman who had come out on top looked like she'd caught more than a few hits. He didn't suspect it was anything more than a personal squabble, perhaps something to do with local gangs.

    "You wanna check?" he asked Iris. "We can call a medic if needed..." he added with a sideways glance towards Ren.
     
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  12. Rachel Lei

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    Rachel's head was swimming by the time she made it back to her booth. She stood at the table, swaying slightly, deciding whether or not to sit down. After a minute she picked up her drink, finished it in a few gulps and slumped back down into the seat. Pulling out her terminal she began to go through the data it had extracted from the woman, video records from her ocular implants, data archives from a memory crypt it found embedded on the inside her her skull and more.

    She opened the first folder and the first document within and began to read. She ordered another drink, it was going to be a long night.
     
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    But Ren was already up and walking, moving with more intent and gusto than any of them had ever seen as she shoved aside bodies and pushed into the bathroom.

    Iris rolled her eyes, giving Fahir a 'well we don't have a choice now, do we?' look before draaaaaging herself out of the booth and following after.

    The scream that eminated out of Ren could not be heard over the thrum of the foggy eating den. Fahir received visual of what they found over his tablet, followed by the words: Your goddamn Tech is having a fit.
     
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    Frankly he was willing to let that one slide on account of the woman whose head had been caved in. People had heard the scream and were moving towards the bathroom.

    Don't touch a thing. Try and slip out of there. Pinkwater will be on the way soon and we haven't got time to wait around to be questioned. Drag Ren away if you have to!

    The woman who had committed the murder was still somewhere in the club. He wanted no part in tracking her down.
     
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    Iris did exactly as was told. As people rushed in, Iris dragged Ren out. They didn't seem to be entirely too noticed as they did so either. Iris released her from her manhandle once they seemed in the clear, but that promptly proved as a mistake.

    The woman jerked free and changed path, shoving her way through the seats to find where the woman had gone. She was unwilling to let such a thing go unaddressed. Iris cursed and dashed for her, only to be blocked by a chair as someone stood up and pushed it back.

    Fahir received a wordless plea for help.

    Goddamn crazy tech.
     
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  16. Rachel Lei

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    Lei's head snapped up as she heard a scream come from the restroom. She had hoped people would have just accepted a slightly beat up person slumped over in a smashed up cubicle and carried on with their day. She remembered though that at the end of the day this was Pallas, and they had for better or worse, not been caught up in the craziness of the war. Bodies still drew attention.

    Taking the shriek as her cue to leave, Rachel finished her drink, packed away her terminal and climbed out of the squishy, synthetic cubicle seat. Out of the corner of her eye she could make out a woman moving her direction with purpose however a well timed chair got in her way. The woman looked across the bar towards a tall, lanky belter who seemed to understand what she wanted.

    Rachel ducked down below line of sight and weaved her way through the crowd towards the exit. Just as she passed through the arched entrance to the venue, a cart containing three Pinkwater officers squealed to a halt. They climbed out and walked straight into the bar, ignoring Rachel. She turned and began walking along the thoroughfare, pulling out her terminal and looking for ways off the main strip.

    Those people, whoever they were, seemed clued on. They were probably associated of the Protogen operative who attacked her. Great...more bodies to add to the pile...She thought, turning down a side alley but not before glancing back and seeing the man standing at the entrance to the bar scanning the crowd. His eyes cruised over her, and with a curse she pulled her head back around the corner. "Pashang..." She swore, hoping he hadn't seen her. Rachel began to move again, down the alley and into the steam filled darkness.
     
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    After almost two days of searching, Rachel had finally located the Protogen facility. Facility was a bit of a strong word though, she had kicked her way, the door not even properly secured. All the remained was a table and chair, some emergency rations, and a terminal. She scanned the place top to bottom and found next to nothing.

    The terminal was the real only prize, containing tentative plans to receive a "shipment". What this shipment contained, Rachel had an idea. It was going to be accompanied by a team of mercenaries and a crate of high tech drones and monitoring equipment. However looking at the timestamp, it had been put on hold after Thoth had been raided and from there, totally abandoned.

    The lady she had left in the bathroom had been the only team member of the Pallas branch of Protogen and had most likely been living on borrowed time since the corporation was dismantled around her. Rachel scanned the terminal, making a clone of it and sending the data to her ship. After looking around one more time she sighed, hoping perhaps her search had been more fruitful. However she was content with the knowledge that none of the Protomolecule had made it to Pallas...except for the sample she had brought with her, stowed safely aboard the Slipstream.

    Out of the backpack she carried, she pulled a short metal cylinder. The words "thermite charge" stenciled on its side. She rotated the top of it, setting the time delay to two minutes, before placing it in the centre of the room. Closing the door behind her, she left the Protogen facility. Several minutes later, several floors from where Rachel was, a fire alarm went off as several warehouses and a small, two room facility was engulfed in flames.

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    Rachel felt the familiar pull of artificial gravity, spread out across her entire body as the Slipstream gained speed. The sleek pinnace left the docks of Pallas station and gained speed steadily until Rachel could barely take it. She backed the engines off, returning them to 0.5g's and tapped at the terminal in front of her. It would take her days, weeks, to reach her destination, but there was nowhere else she'd rather be.

    The Slipstream roared through the void, its cargo of one belter and a canister of the only surviving sample of Protomolecule in the system, stowed safely within, headed for New Providence Station.
     
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