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  1. Eric Walsh

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    @Tayleigh Ryven

    This was the worrisome part, the part where he could do absolutely nothing.

    Sure the room was comfortable, the bed was alright and there was even a bottle of water that had been placed on the table for him, but it was basically a prison. The door was locked from the outside and although he could probably hack into it and open it...he had a feeling that the Guard beyond would not find that amusing in the least.

    So all he could do was wait.

    The practice in it of itself was familiar enough.

    When he'd been in the UN Navy he had done a lot of waiting. Most of his time ship side had actually been just sitting around. The work he did was mostly done in drydock, and thus generally when he was aboard a ship he spent most of it just sitting around. That was part of what had infuriated him so much.

    Eventually even the most patient man got restless.

    As he lay there on the bed Eric couldn't help but tap his foot against the metal bulkhead, his lips thinning as he wondered what they were doing with Tayleigh. Was she going to be alright? Would the MCRN try to discipline her? How did she feel about shooting the Belter?

    And most important, why did he care?
     
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  2. Tayleigh Ryven

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    "That doesn't explain why he's on my ship right now, Lieutenant."


    Yeloka knew the reason, but he wanted it from her for official record. It was obvious. The discussion was being recorded, after all.

    Standard procedure.

    "Sir, he was injured, what appeared to be severely. I wasn't going to just leave him there like trash after he got hurt trying to protect me. What kind of message would that send? What kind of person would that make me? He's not a threat to us. He's not the enemy."

    The Captain slammed his hand down on the table, immediately causing Tayleigh to flinch.

    "For Christ sake Tayleigh he's former UNN! We ran his photo through public service records when he was brought on board and he came up, clear as day. If that isn't the enemy who the hell is?"

    She crossed her arms, "Former. Sir, with all due respect he's a civilian. You have him locked up in a bunk with a guard posted at his door, what kind of a threat do you think he could possibly pose to this ship? I'm just trying to do right by him for helping me. He didn't have to get involved, and he nearly died because of it. I think we can spare the resources to drop him off at the next station."

    Yeloka pinched the bridge of his nose, head shaking slowly. "MNI is going to demand an investigation over this for bringing him on board. I hope you know that. Make sure he stays confined to his quarters and keeps quiet, or it's going to be your ass in the fire. Dismissed."
     
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  3. Eric Walsh

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    @Tayleigh Ryven

    He had managed to make himself stand by the time Tayleigh finished getting chewed out, the stitches that now adorned his still head aching more than he would have liked.

    Eric wasn't sure just what damage had been done, the Doctor said that no significant damage had been done, but he had suffered a concussion. That much was evident in the way he moved, sluggish, slow, almost as though he were first learning how to walk. His mag-boots made a loud clamp noise as he touched against the ground.

    He frowned for a moment, glancing at a poster on the wall.

    The small piece of art was a bit of Martian propaganda, it's depiction holding Mars as a more greenly and Earthly sort of planet. He frowned for a moment, then glanced around the room.

    Half a dozen Martian symbols and sigils sat everywhere, and suddenly Eric felt very small. "Fuck."

    He said to himself.

    "How the hell did I get myself into this." And how the hell would he get himself out?
     
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  4. Tayleigh Ryven

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    The door closed behind her as she stepped into the corridor. For a moment she lingered, eyes closed. That had gone about as well as she had hoped. Not a total chew out, but an adequate one. Thankfully the Cydonia was not a ship with an MNI agent stationed aboard, else this situation would be a whole lot trickier. Tayleigh was confident that their story could corroborate well enough with just the Captain asking the questions. But if it were MNI? Eric wouldn't have a chance. At least she didn't think he would. The pressure was immense talking to those damn spooks.

    With that over she headed towards Eric's temporary quarters. The guard outside opened the door for her and she stepped in to see the man standing, staring off into nothingness, likely lost in thought.

    "You can't leave this room until we dock. Captain's orders. It looks like we're dropping you off on Ganymede. It's the closest thing to a neutral zone as we can get you."

    That wasn't so bad, she had been to the station before. "You can find work there, I'm sure. They always need more hands."
     
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  5. Eric Walsh

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    @Tayleigh Ryven

    Ganymede?

    That wasn't too bad, better than he could have asked for actually. The place wasn't exactly the greatest party station, but it would more than due for his purposes. There were plenty of people, ships docked and came through all the time, and most importantly it wasn't controlled by either the United Nations or Mars.

    Not completely anyway. "I can do Ganymede."

    Eric said with a small smile on his face, clearly pleased by the prospect of getting to go there. It was far from perfect, but in his condition? What the else could he have hoped for.

    For a moment he stayed silent, already considering a hundred or so different options that laid out before him. After a moment he looked at Tayleigh, and then suddenly put on a rather startled expression.

    "Here." He waved a hand towards his bed. "Sit down, you must be practically dead."

    He wasn't entirely inconsiderate.
     
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  6. Tayleigh Ryven

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    "That's good."
    She said, "Because you don't have any say in the matter."

    That was where he was going, whether preference or not. Ganymede was the Cydonia's assignment for the next few weeks. Patrol routes, station security, and training exercises. Tensions between Earth and Mars were still only a breath away from war.

    "Captain wants you off the ship as soon as humanly possible."

    The mag boots clicked as she stepped over toward the bunk and sat beside Eric. Practically dead was an interesting choice of words, but she said nothing about it. "I was assigned to repair air filters. You'd think something as mundane as that wouldn't turn out this way. I'm not a marine. I don't kill people. I'm a mechanical engineer. I've never shot anybody before. But I did it without even hesitating. It was just instinctive. It felt good. When I saw him hit you, I didn't think about it, I wanted to kill him. What does that make me?"

    A Martian, she supposed. That was what they were trained to do. Kill the enemy.
     
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    @Tayleigh Ryven

    "I-uh-mm." Eric stammered for a few seconds as Tayleigh dumped a whole lot of information on him all at once. He frowned for a second, trying to decipher the word slurry the Martian had dumped on him. He frowned for a moment, then slowly began to shake his head.

    "Human?" The techie finally answered. He was no expert in killing either, in basic training they had showed him how to use a gun and fight...but it wasn't something he'd ever been good at. Eric had always preferred to stick to theory in that matter, that was why he stayed as far from danger as he possibly could. "The guy hit me, almost killed me."

    According to the doctor anyway. Just a bit harder and Eric would have been done for. "He probably would have done the same to you next and his friends..."

    He shrugged.

    "What else could you have done?" He looked up at her. "You saved my life."
     
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  8. Tayleigh Ryven

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    "I don't know. It doesn't matter what I could have done now. What's done is done."


    There was something very haunting about the realization that killing the Belter was as easy as it was for her. Tayleigh had never imagined that killing someone would be as cut and dry as breathing. The scenario played over and over in her mind, and each time she knew she wouldn't have changed anything.

    It just wasn't something she had ever considered before. There hadn't been a need.

    Now it felt like she had discovered something about herself she never knew existed, and it was mildly frightening.

    The guard that had been posted outside Eric's quarters stepped in. "You. Come with me. Captain Yeloka has questions."

    Tayleigh stood up from the bunk, gesturing for the Terran to follow his escort. "I will catch up with you later."
     
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  9. Eric Walsh

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    For a second Eric didn't move from the bed, his lips curling into a frown. He looked from Tayleigh to the Guard, then back at Tayleigh. It was very clearly that he didn't really want to go. He didn't have much of a choice in the matter of course, but that didn't mean he had to like it. A breath filled his lungs.

    "Well, guess I don't really have much of a choice." Eric said as he stood from the bunk. The bright side of all of this was that he hadn't been thrown into the brig yet, though after his little talk with the captain that might change. His head shook and his mag boots made the loud clank noise as they attached to the floor.

    His head shook and slowly he headed towards the door.

    Before he left he glanced back at Tayleigh. "Don't go nowhere."

    There was little chance of that. This little room wasn't her own and it was doubtful they'd let her stay here anyway, but he was worried. Tayleigh had saved his life. She was a nice girl and in all honesty...he liked her quite a bit. He didn't want her to end up sitting in her own misery for the foreseeable future.

    "We'll talk more about that later, if you like." He frowned. "If I don't get throw out the airlock."

    The last words were just a mutter beneath his breath, said just as the guard placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him out the door.
     
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  10. Tayleigh Ryven

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    He most certainly had no choice in the matter. It wasn't a request. And even if it was, it was not one to be refused. Not only was he getting a free ride to Ganymede, but he was getting it on Mars' dime. He wasn't a prisoner, but he wasn't on a passenger freighter either. Thus his confined quarters with escort.

    Eric's escort brought him to the same room where Tayleigh had been, opening the door for him before promptly closing it behind the Terran.

    "I would venture a small wager that there have been very few instances of UNN personnel on board any MCRN vessels in the past, Mr. Walsh."

    The Captain gestured a hand towards the chair. "Please. Sit."

    One of those requests that weren't really a request.

    "I see the medical officer has treated you. I trust you are fit to answers some questions?"
     
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    @Tayleigh Ryven

    In the back of his mine Eric was vaguely aware of the anti-interrogation training he had received in the UN Navy.

    The course had been brief, though a bit longer for him than others. He'd worked with the Navies targeting equipment, their sensors, pretty much everything. There was quite a bit of valuable information that he still knew about how Terran ships actually worked. That was why his course had been a couple of weeks instead of days.

    Of course, that hardly helped him now given that he had forgotten almost everything about it and if he was honest about it...he was a bit of a coward. He frowned for a second, stepping into the room and glancing at the chair. "To be fair."

    He began.

    "I'm not really with the UNN anymore, Sir." Eric defaulted to the title almost immediately, some semblance of his training still sticking to him. He knew that if he was going to get through this without getting chewed out completely he was going to have to tread lightly. Distancing himself from Earth was a good step, even if just a little bit.

    Slowly he moved towards the chair, sitting himself down.

    "Yes." He told the man."Though some of the details are still pretty fuzzy for me."

    Eric touched the stitches on his head, signalling the reason why.
     
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  12. Tayleigh Ryven

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    "We're all soldiers until the day we die, Mr. Walsh. Even if we're discharged. For better or worse."


    Yeloka clasped his hands on top of the desk.

    "So, what do you say we spare one another the bullshit and give me your account of the events. Right now we've got a dead Belter on Ceres, a Terran on board a MCRN ship, one of my best lieutenants injured, and three bullets missing from her firearm, but only one body with two holes to account for it."


    If there was a scale between Tayleigh's curiosity of Belters and Earthers, to a Martian Marine's disdain of them, Yeloka would be somewhere in the middle, the grey area that was rather hard to discern if he would rather vent them out into space, or begrudgingly hammer out a peace to solve all of the issues between them permanently.

    Some days even the crew thought his tolerance level was fluid, shifting on a whim.
     
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    The funny thing about that was Eric had never considered himself a soldier. He was a rich boy who'd wanted to get off Earth, the Navy had just been the best way to do it.

    His lips thinned, and he decided that it was best not to counter the captains statement with that particular set of logic. Instead he shifted slightly in his chair, stiffening his back and adjusting himself so that he could better look the man in the eye. As he went on, Eric felt his lips tighten slightly.

    He remembered the dead Belter, he remembered the other group, but he never actually remembered Tayleigh pulling the trigger.

    All of the actual action had happened when he'd already been out cold, a fact that reinforced his belief that she had saved his life. Without her he would have been strung up somewhere on Ceres, paraded around as the Terran who assaulted a Belter or something of the like. He frowned for a moment, then spoke.

    "I don't know, Sir." He admitted. "By the time Lieutenant Ryven fired her weapon I was already knocked unconscious by the Belter."

    It was true. "I do know that without her I would be dead. Those Belters were out for blood, didn't matter whose it was."

    That was true as well. He and Tayleigh had done nothing except walk through the wrong part of town. He'd known it was a bad idea at the time of course, but that didn't matter. They had done nothing wrong in his eyes.
     
  14. Tayleigh Ryven

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    The man rubbed his bottom lip with his index fingertip.

    "So why did they target you? What was said before the fight happened? How many were there? If you were knocked unconscious before any of this happened, then why is my lieutenant telling me that you saved her?"

    Yeloka wasn't MNI, which was probably very fortunate for Eric, nor did the man have any focus pills, even more fortunate. But Yeloka was a man of intuition and pulling the shade over his eyes was no walk in the park. Tayleigh had served under him for eight of the ten years of her career. He knew the type of person she was, but he knew next to nothing about Eric.

    "Why was she with you, and not working on her assignment?"
     
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    "They targeted us because we're Inners." The answer came as easily as it could. It was always easiest to answer with the truth, and here Eric didn't need to twist it.

    "You people...Martians started a fire on Ceres." It wasn't an accusation...well it was, but it was an absolutely truthful one. "You literally made people lose their shit all over the place...Sir. It doesn't really take all that much to set off a couple of Belters sporting OPA Tattoos anyway and lately it's just gotten worse. All we did was walk. They saw two people without deformed spines or lanky bones, probably saw Tayleigh's uniform and that was enough."

    He shrugged.

    "They tried to start something. I stepped in front of Tayleigh, defuse things." He frowned. "Obviously I didn't do so good but I tried my best. I've been on Ceres for a few months trying to get work, the Belters that came after us were only a few of a larger crowd that were in the area...I guess maybe what I said got to most of the larger crowd and the ones that actually attacked us were just what remained."

    For a few seconds he stopped, thinking about it. If the entire Mob had gone after him and Tayleigh they would both have died, maybe another Riot would have started. He doubted he was the one who could take credit for that, but it was true enough. "We'd finished her work. I was something of an Engineer in the UNN and it went faster with the both of us."
     
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  16. Tayleigh Ryven

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    Yeloka seemed unmoved by his statement accusing Mars of disrupting the Belt. OPA were terrorists and they would see justice, even if that meant rattling Ceres and the collective belt a bit. They were unruly and needed to be reigned in. Star Helix was a mess of an organization. As corrupt as Fred Johnson was and the OPA he spearheaded.

    Unable to maintain order on Ceres was the fault of the United Nations. That was how people got killed, by allowing an understaffed and minimally trained task force to become infiltrated with the very OPA scum that they were supposed to protect against. Earth didn't care that Ceres was a mess, only that they had their claws dug in.

    It would never happen under MCR watch.

    "How did you attempt to diffuse the situation? Why did the lieutenant not return to the Cydonia after finishing the job? If you were unconscious throughout the fight why does she seem to believe that you saved her life, if it were the other way around?"
     
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    "I talked?" Eric answered freely.

    The man was intense as could be, but Eric tried his best to keep his cool. He knew that this was all necessary, and he knew at the end of the day his goal should be to protect Tayleigh. She had saved his life, and if that meant that he had to take some of the blame for this...then he would.

    "Like I said, I've been living here for a few months, I know how to read this place pretty well." He shrugged. "The entire mob didn't come after us, and that probably saved both of our lives. It's not always about fighting, I know that's a foreign concept to Martians but sometimes you can stop someone from doing something stupid just by talking."

    Eric bit the insult, some of his frustration beginning to show.

    He didn't understand why he and Tayleigh were coming under so much flak. It had been the Belters that had attacked them, not the other way around.

    The former Techie grimaced, the continued. "I convinced Tayleigh to try to help me find some work, thinking her word might be good with some Martian Expats who run ships through Ceres."

    Again that was true, it was how they'd come together in the first place.
     
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  18. Tayleigh Ryven

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    "I see you talk as well as you fight. Thank you Mr. Walsh. I believe that is all the questions I have for you at this time. This interview is concluded. You may return to your quarters for the remainder of this trip, unless called upon. I suspect as a former military man I needn't explain to you the consequences of leaving your accommodations without escort."


    The man stood, turning off the recording. As he walked towards the exit he slipped the device into his pocket, opening the door for Eric. Unsurprisingly, the guard was still waiting there to escort him back to the room.

    "I'm sure you will find work just fine on Ganymede."

    Yeloka held the door open for the Terran to exit. Eagerly the guard gestured for Eric to move along back to his isolation.
     
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    "What can I say." Eric spoke as he stood from the table, the chair behind him scrapping against the metal deck. It was clear that he was more than a little bit frustrated, though he hadn't really taken The Captain's insult to heart.

    He would be the first to admit that he wasn't a fighter. The Marine's on board the various ships he'd been on had all been friendly with him, but he would openly admit they could all snap him in half. The Martians? Equally so. Hell he was pretty sure that Tayleigh could do the job easily enough and she was tiny compared to him. "I'm a better lover than I am fighter or conversationalist."

    Eric shrugged and stepped out the door.

    Comments like that are what had lead to him being thrown out of the Navy, well that and the incident. Still, at this point he didn't particularly care if he was thrown in the brig or not. Plus he still wanted to draw attention away from Tayleigh and pin it on himself. This had been his fault not hers.

    The thought of his new Martian...friend, stopped him for a second, even as the Guard grabbed his shoulder and tried to push him away."Sir, don't be too hard on Tayleigh."

    He doubted the man would listen, but worth a shot. "She did the best she could under the circumstances, tried to help me. If you need someone to blame..."

    Eric shrugged.

    "I'm the Terran." Could his parents get him out of Martian prison? Probably not.
     
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    Captain Yeloka seemed to disregard anything further the Earther had to say as they parted ways in the corridor. The guard escorting Eric hurried him along towards his room, though given the tension it could likely be assumed the man would rather just put a bullet in the back of his head than waste his time babysitting all the way to Ganymede.

    The door was opened leading inside and Eric was helped inside with a mild push.

    "If you need something use the terminal on the wall. Or don't."

    Tayleigh was notably not in the room like he'd asked. She had gone down to engineering to run flight checks before the Cydonia dusted off. She had no way of knowing how long the two would be speaking to one another, but she assumed she'd find out once their talk was over. Yeloka would likely want to see her again, unless Eric managed to keep his act together well enough.

    She knew the crime wasn't the Belters, or the fact that she'd killed one. The issue was bringing a Terran on board a Martian warship.

    Command was not going to be pleased to hear that. MNI would enjoy that interrogation.

    Those folks unsettled her. The idea of having to talk to them. Their psychoactive drugs and intimidating demeanor. It made her skin crawl. It was part of what earned them the common nickname of spooks.
     
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