BELT The Other Face

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  1. Alric

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    The room was small, barely bigger than a Terran's closet, but it held enough room for it's purpose. A single light hung from the ceiling, two chairs sat opposite them, and occupying them were two very different men.

    One of them sat with a straight back, eyes forward. His suite jacket was draped over the back of his chair and the vest that still clung to his chest was clearly cut by a tailor. His jaw line was set strong, his eyes stared forward at his companion, but a large scar decorated his chair. Large protrusions ran along his spine, sticking out from beneath the collar of his clothes. He looked sleek, refined, even wealthy.

    The man opposite was in an entirely different state.

    He wore the clothes of a UN Marine, caked in blood and covered in welts. His skin was a mess of cuts and bruises, one of his eyes was swollen over, and everything about him appeared as though he stood at the very edge of death's door itself. A slight blubber of something escaped his mouth, a bit of blood dripping onto his clothes as he leaned forward.

    "They really did a number on you." Alric's voice was calm, soft.

    He reached out, and the man almost immediately jerked back out of reaction. A small smile touched Alric's face.

    "Don't worry." His tone was amused now. "I have someone coming to take a look at you."

    The man said something, though Alric quite wasn't able to understand it. He thought for a moment, assuming what the other man had spoken of. "I can't let you die. Not yet. You still have something that I need."

    There was always something that he needed. His men had set to work pretty hard on this young marine, but it had been necessary. The carrot and the stick. He had experienced the stick, so now it was time for the carrot.
     
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  2. Chloe Emerson

    Chloe Emerson "Wren"

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    Chloe walked through the halls at a clipped pace, her boots thudding quietly against the tile floor. She knew whenever she got a call from Alric that it was going to be ugly. The medical bag that she carried over her shoulder felt heavier than it actually was -- bumping against her leg with every step she took.

    Many of the Belters that she passed were familiar faces. She had been around the station long enough to recognize most of men and women who worked for Alric. A few of them offered a smile and attempted to interact with her, but she silenced their words before they had even formed on their lips with a stern glare. This wasn't the time for idle chatter.

    She opened the door to the room where Alric and the marine were both seated. The latter of which looked as though he was barely conscious. Another beating then. Silently, she shut the door behind herself and gripped the strap of the bag, walking up behind Alric to peer down at the battered soldier.

    He was in a bad way and she wondered if it would be possible to even get any valuable information from the man.

    "You do realize that in order to learn anything from a prisoner, they have to be able to communicate said information, keyĆ ?" Her tone was not amused as she turned her head to look down at the seated Belter with a scowl.
     
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    "I didn't do this." Alric said with a gesture towards the marine, his stern gaze falling to Chloe for half a second before a hint of a smile touched his lips.

    This was all his doing of course, they both knew that. Nothing happened on Io without Alric's say so, at least nothing that had to do with the OPA. He was in complete control of this station, had been for years. It was a small mark of credit that had come with years of work and daunting challenge. Some of which Chloe had helped him with.

    "He can still talk." He told her as he turned back towards the Marine. "More after you patch him up a little bit."

    It was one of the things she was good at.

    The Marine looked up at Chloe for a moment, his one good eye almost pleading with her. There was something in that look to be pitied, something that could pluck at the hearstrings in the right moment. Alric didn't like that, not one bit. "This man was part of the recent trouble at the dock. Where the little girl was beaten."

    The little Belter girl.
     
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  4. Chloe Emerson

    Chloe Emerson "Wren"

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    "How unfortunate for him." She replied smoothly, stepping around Alric to slide her bag off her shoulder, setting it down in front of the marine's chair.

    Surprisingly, the belter woman seemed almost gentle as she took the Terran's jaw in her hand and looked him over more intently. She spoke with a soft, soothing tone of voice as she started to clean the blood from the man's face. It was a relatively simple ploy, one that she had used before on more than one occasion. "Let's get you fixed up, dove."

    The first matter a hand was to dose the man with morphine to ease the pain and it would also put him more at ease. Carefully, so as to not startle the man, she rolled up his sleeve and gave him a quick injection in the arm. She smiled warmly at him, reassuring him that everything was okay.

    She wanted to know what Alric was trying to get out of the man, it would have made her job easier, but she trusted him. While it did make her stomach roil to manipulate someone as bloodied as the Terran was, she reminded herself of what had happened to the little girl. Her jaw had been fractured in three places.

    As the medication took, she returned to tending to the wounds on the marine's swollen face. "Shh... it's okay, dove. They won't hurt you, anymore. We're here to help."
     
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    "help"

    Funny how that went.

    It was an interesting term to use at a time like this, an interesting thing to say when the only real intent they had was finding answers. Alric wanted to know, no, he needed to know. That attack had been a harsh one. Four UN Marines, one and officer had attacked a Belter girl right here on the docks.

    It was a horrid, disgusting thing, and something that Alric would not stand for.

    The authorities of course had tried to step in, Private security and the United Nations itself had "arrested" the four men and then promptly released them. Three of them had been sent off of Io in just two days time, this one? This one had walked onto Alric's docks intending to slip about a UN warship.

    Not something that he would allow. "Chloe is a kind woman."

    Alric began quietly, speaking to the half dead Marine. The man said nothing of course, but that didn't matter now. He had the names, the three names of the other marines along with the man that had seen them freed from prison and sent off the station. That was what Alric wanted.
     
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  6. Chloe Emerson

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    She set a blood-soaked rag down on the floor, next to a small pile that had amassed while she was tending to the injured marine. His face looked better to some degree, some of the medication and salves that Chloe had used was helping with the swelling. The worst of the lacerations had been bandaged, the gash at the corner of his mouth having required stitches.

    When Alric spoke again, she looked over towards him with a soft smile on her features.

    "If you want him to survive, don't let those brutes have another go at him." She said lowly, starting to pack up the gear that she would be taking with her. The soiled rags would be staying behind. It was a carefully constructed sentence. She avoided saying that the men responsible were actually Alric's, and also gave the impression that she cared what happened to the Terran.
     
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    He smiled for a moment at Chloe, then pulled himself up and out of the chair. He took half a step to the side, not removing his jacket but instead motioning over towards her. "Why don't you have a seat, Chloe?"

    Alric's words were in the same soft tone as before. The words were more of a request than a true demand or command. It would be clear to her however that he was playing a game of some sort, his intention being to use her presence as a way to parlay more information from the half Conscious UN Marine.

    "I know you get tired." That was a complete lie, Chloe had energy for a hundred surgeries or more. She was an absolutely brilliant woman. "And our friend here might need more of your attention."

    The Marine looked up at Alric, his gaze more than a little cautious of him.
     
  8. Chloe Emerson

    Chloe Emerson "Wren"

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    Playing along, Chloe took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, then moved to take a seat at the chair that had been offered to her. As she moved, her gaze locked with Alric's and her brow rose curiously, though the expression was hidden from the Marine behind her.

    She pushed some of her long braided dreadlocks over her shoulder, sinking down into the chair with a profound weariness. "I appreciate the gesture, my dear." She spoke softly still, her voice gentle and calming.

    The bag had been moved so that it was nestled on the floor next to Alric's chair and she leaned back, crossing one leg over the other as she watched. She could feel the fabric of his jacket against her back, the seat still warm from his presence just moment's before. What was he playing at this time? The marine must have known something else if Alric wanted him kept alive. Perhaps the names of the men who had released the Marines involved?
     
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    "Chloe here is a Belter." Alric said as he slowly took a step closer to the other man. "Like me."

    He reached back wordlessly, touching the bones that stood up at the back of his neck. The Marine followed his fingers with his eye, slowly glancing at Alric's neck and then dragging his attention back to Alric himself. Fear floated across his features, though it was barely recognizable beneath the swelling.

    "Like that girl." He could almost hear the mans heart stop beating for a split second.

    Alric paused, glancing at Chloe.

    The Marine began to breath a bit more quickly, his chest rising and falling, his eye darting from Alric to Chloe and back. It was clear he expected a fist, a strike, anything, but nothing came.

    "We, I, care deeply about our people." He glanced at Chloe. "And when something happens to them, we want justice."

    He looked down at the Marine. "Real, justice."

    The Marine slowly began to shake.
     
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  10. Chloe Emerson

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    Chloe leaned forward, resting her elbows on the tops of her knees as she stared back at the Marine. Alric's words rang true in her ears. For as long as she could remember, the Inners had tried to implement their version of justice and righteousness onto the Belt; all the while brutalizing the people who actually lived there. The Belt was their plaything and it would behave accordingly.

    Her dark eyes narrowed slightly at the Marine. He had no conception of what it was to be a Belter. If someone put the station, or ship at risk, they were dealt with accordingly. They were a passionate and swift acting people.She wondered if he even knew what he had done wrong.

    She laced her fingers together as she watched him. In truth, she didn't have to say a word. Her mere presence served Alric's needs well enough. "Not the kind you run and hide from." She added lowly, staring the quivering Terran down.
     
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    Slowly Alric began to circle the Marine, like a hawk circling it's prey far below. He walked around the man once, then came to a stop directly behind him. He took in a breath, looking at Chloe for a moment before leaning down so he spoke directly into the Marine's ear.

    "I don't care about you." He said finally.

    It was the truth of the matter, he really didn't care about him. He was just another Marine, another UN pawn, another Terran that walked around like he thought he owned the place. What he had done was horrible, but it was just another in a long line of crimes committed by the United Nations here on Io.

    "You're a cog in the machine." His voice was cold now. "A wheel on the cart."

    His hand settled on the man's shoulder. "I want to break the machine, not you."

    The Marine shivered. The words were clear, the intent more so. Alric looked at Chloe, wondering what was going through her head.

    "Give me the names." His words were terse now. "And I'll let Chloe escort you back to a Clinic."
     
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  12. Chloe Emerson

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    Chloe gave the marine a reassuring smile. She was the carrot in this situation. The small glimmer of hope and kindness. Sometimes, it didn't take a hammer to make a man talk, just a little bit of coaxing and tender words. The right tool, for the right job.

    "We're not here to hurt you, dove." She said softly. If she was closer to him, she would have reached out and put a hand on his knee.

    There was a moment where she almost felt sorry for the poor soldier. It must have been horrifying to have been beaten to a pulp and then had someone as imposing as Alric threaten you. The part she played in all this not lost on her.

    "I can help you, I want to help you, but you have to give the man something."
    She added a moment later, pulling the chair a little closer to the marine. It was mostly a lie. She didn't want the boy to suffer more than he already had, but she was willing to let it continue if it meant Alric got his information.
     
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    Perhaps it was Chloe that broke him, her sweetened words, the look in her eye, or perhaps it was the threat of what else Alric had in store. Either way the Marine slowly began to crack, the tough facade that he had been putting on, the small winces, the quiet murmurs, they slowly began to fade away.

    Alric could almost see it happen, could see the face slipping away. It was an interesting thing. A deep, pained, breath filled the Marines lungs. He said something that at first Alric couldn't understand, but then he slowly began to speak up. A sob carried through his words, heavy tears rolling down his cheeks.

    "It's...Masterson...Daliva...Lieutenant Gar...and...an-"

    Another heavy sob flowed from the man.

    "Governor Biril."

    That made Alric's head immediately shoot up, the hand on the Marines shoulder tightening for a moment as he stared at Chloe. Governor Biril ran Io, ostensibly controlling all of it. He was the UN's man, the guy who they had personally put in charge here.

    "He was the one that got the charges dropped. The one that had us sent off Io."

    Another heavy sob fell from the mans lips.
     
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  14. Chloe Emerson

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    Chloe held Alric's gaze, a single brow rising slightly. The information had weight consequences and she wondered just what Alric would do with it. The first three names came as no surprise, but the Governor posed a problem. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked back to the marine. Of course, a UN-appointed man would happily roll over and put the Belt's needs second. She wondered what the paid the man.

    She stood up and gently reached out to put her hand on top of Alric's to ease the grip that he had on the marine's shoulder. "Thank you." She murmured softly to the Terran, though she kept her eyes on Alric. What would he do? She had known the man for years, but he was so unpredictable. The younger man might have just broken the marine's neck right then and there on principle.

    "Should I take him back to the clinic?"
    She asked quietly, suspecting she already knew the answer to that question.
     
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    For a moment silence reigned within the room.

    Chloe knew him well, probably better than most people in Io, hell even in the entire Solar System. She had patched him up all those years ago, when he'd still gone on runs himself instead of sending others to die in his place. Chloe had seen him do terrible things, she knew what he was and why he did it.

    Often he wondered why a person like her would even speak to someone like him. It was an interesting question, and perhaps the answer lay simply in the fact that Alric knew how to get results. "No."

    As soon as he said the words the UN Marine attempted to struggle against his bonds.

    Before the man could get anywhere however Alric drew the pistol that had been resting in the back of his trousers, pulling the weapon free and placing it on the temple of the mans head. Without a heartbeat of hesitation he squeezed the trigger, firing a single round that seemed to echo throughout the tiny room.
     
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    The moment the word came from Alric's mouth, she stepped away from the Marine as she knew what was coming. Some small part of her had hoped that Alric would have shown mercy, but she knew him too well for that. This was the OPA way, after all.

    The trigger squeezed, the shot fired and the marine slumped in his chair -- blood gushing from the exit wound. Her ears were ringing from the gunshot. Before, she would have tried to stop him, to reason with him... but those days had come and gone in her life. Kindness could only get a person so far, and she knew all too well how quickly people would take advantage of the trait.

    A soft sigh escaped her lips and she closed her eyes, wiping a speck of blood from her cheek. "You could have let me just put him under, Alric. Less of a mess that way." She added the last sentence for Alric's benefit, though he likely knew. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that the marine needed to die, but had it really been necessary to shoot him?

    She stared down at the ruined body of the marine for a few moments longer, then back up to her old friend. "What do we do now?"
     
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    "He raped an innocent girl." Alric said, his tone slightly accusatory. Chloe knew of course, she hadn't disagreed or even said anything about him killing the man, but there was still a part of Alric that felt pure unbridled rage. He couldn't help but let it out. "There was no easy way out for him."

    His fingers gripped the pistol just a bit tighter. "Not here."

    It wasn't cruelty, it was justice. That was what Alric told himself, that was how he set it right in his mind. For a second he frowned, glancing at the mans corpse before slowly reaching back and tucking the pistol back into his waistband. His head shook from side to side and he stepped around the dead man, grabbing his coat off the chair and motioning to Chloe.

    He popped open the door, letting in a blast of 'fresh' air that was a far cry more pleasant than the stuffy sweat filled closet.

    "I want those Marines." Alric stated simply.

    They were scattered all over by now, but he had connections, friends. He could find them.

    "And the Governor." Suddenly he rounded on Chloe. "I'm tired of this. Of him, of them getting away."
     
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  18. Chloe Emerson

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    "So then throw him out an airlock and be done with it." She replied lowly to him as he tucked the weapon away beneath his shirt.

    When he motioned for her to follow, she padded after him and grabbed her bag up from the floor before the blood could seep into the fabric. "I'm not arguing with you there, Alric."

    She said, holding out her hands to her sides when he rounded on her. There was that fire behind his eyes, that drive that kept him moving forward. Even after everything he had been through, he hadn't lost it. She understood that need he felt. While many might have found him intimidating or outright frightening, she never considered it. She could see where they were coming from, but if you were for the Belt, you had nothing to fear from him.

    With one hand gripping the strap to her bag, the other reached out to gently grab his shoulder. She smiled reassuringly up at him. "We have to be smart about this. We can't just go after the governor with guns blazing."
     
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    "You're right." Ten years ago he would have disagreed with her.

    His plan would have been easy, simple even. Although Io was controlled entirely by the United Nations and the Corporations here Belters still worked most of the menial jobs. That was the way of things, even on the most progressive of things the jobs that nobody wanted were usually done by Belters. In his youth Alric simply would have dressed up as a Custodian, walked into the Governors office, and shot the man in the head.

    It was a simplistic plan, but there was an elegance to it that couldn't really be denied.

    Now though? Now it wasn't enough. "I want more, Chloe."

    His voice was Ice.

    "I want more than the Governor." He was at fault, but he was like that dead Marine back in the box, just another cog in the machine. "I want more than those Marines."

    His gaze locked with hers. "I want them to be scared."
     
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    Alric had grown over the years and she found that she was proud of him. He was thinking ahead, looking at the big picture now.

    She squeezed his shoulder a little more firmly, and she nodded. While she didn't care if the Inners were afraid or not, she wanted the Belters to be self-sufficient. To stand on their own, as equals with Mars and Earth. If that meant having to push them back down the well, then so be it.

    "Then we'll make them afraid, Alric. And we'll free the Belt."
    Her own voice was strong, assured. It lacked the hatred and the iciness of her compatriot's, but the determination was there. They might have had different ideals and methods, but they both wanted the same thing. "Stay level-headed and keep your eyes up. You want to break the machine, that's how you'll do it. I'm with you all the way."
     
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