The ORION Files (Closed/Started)

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"If I had eyes, I'd be looking at you like your an idiot, but I don't so I can't and staring at people with a single glowing red eye tend to come off more 'creepy and threatening' and not the preferred, and infinitely more useful 'please stop saying stupid things' look that is more applicable." Shanoa said as she plugged back into the suit to see what there was to be done about the situation.

Diagnostic Post --> Password Authentication --> Diagnostic Menu

Diagnostic Menu:
Transmitter Status (OFFLINE)
Life Support Status (ONLINE)
Armor Diagnostics (70% Efficiency) -> Submenu -> Suit Status (Right Arm - Severe damage)
Health Diagnostics (ONLINE) -> Submenu -> Standard Medical Monitoring Suite (ONLINE) | Emergency Medical Access Release/Ejection (ONLINE) | Low Density Skeletal Assist (Online) | Musculature Assist (Online)
Defensive Systems (OFFLINE) -> Submenu -> Stealth Suite
Offensive Systems (N/A) -> Submenu -> Install new module
Misc. Systems (ONLINE) -> Submenu -> Restricted Data (ONLINE) | Data Collection (OFFLINE) | Sight Augmentation (OFFLINE)

'Restricted' sounds fun, lets try that' Shanoa thought, and was greeted with a bunch of Hexadecimal code. "Who uses hex to hide things these days ..." she bemused aloud as she translated it.

Detonation Timing: 10
Payload Output: 100%
Health Monitor Bridge: Active
Transmitter Bridge: Active
Edit Mode: Disabled (Passcode Required)
Bob Mode: Permanently Disabled

"Neat, built in B.o.B, truly tax payer dollars well spent this suit. Anyway, good news, found the thing with to gizmo, and it's no counting down. Bad news, 10 second fuse, also, B.o.B is permanently offline. Tragic really." she said in a semi sarcastic tone. She joked but she figured these two bridges where the trigger in-case of capture. "Looks like it's got two triggers, one linked to health, the other to the transmitter. There's probably a hidden timer on the Transmitter trigger, if it's dark for so long the count down starts, and Ka-Boom. So I guess you all should decide how much you all really care about what she might have to say, cause I don't have a timer for that one, and that's the one I would assume thats going to be triggered.." she put forth as she had a quick look at the passcode entry box and length of it, and started running the numbers on how quick she could hack it in the allotted time, and deactivate it.

The Orion Files | Mother Ship: Sweet Child of Mine | Pitt's Workshop
What's in the box... I mean armor?
SARA-00735

"...There's probably a hidden timer on the transmitter trigger, if it's dark for so long the count down starts, and Ka-Boom. So I guess you all should decide how much you all really care about what she might have to say, cause I don't have a timer for that one, and that's the one I would assume that's going to be triggered."

"(This is bordering on criminally inefficient)" The Captive Computer thought to herself as she was bent over the workbench once again to grant the exotic unit that called itself Shanoa access to the armor's diagnostic port. It was almost as if they were intentionally performing minor tasks in order to help the others feel included rather than removing her from her armor. If this progressed any longer, she would more than likely grab the nearest and sharpest shard of metal within reach in order to end this ...

A quiet alarm beeped against SARA-00735's audio pickup as the suit, sensing a change in its captive's psychological processes, dispersed a the digital version of a sedative to SARA's CPU... or brain... or whatever.

"If I'm a machine... why would they include a medical monitor in the suit? If I'm an organic, why would my creators tell me that I am a machine? " The half dazed digital dame muttered audibly, her curiosity starting to get the better of her, "As much as I would like to continue my observations on how a democratic military unit functions... something that even a loose family like the Orkoros Liberation movement does not employ... a question of major importance has suddenly surfaced. What's under my armor?"

With the question asked the woman or machine or femme-bot started to straighten up, her hands reaching for the emergency release for her suit that Shanoa had reactivated. No sooner than a second later a furred hand reached out and slammed her back over the bench.

"Orkoros Libertion? Now what would they want with an artifact like the one you stole..." An unrecognized voice said from behind her, "Last I heard they were a flag waving, sibling mating, xenophobic bunch with access to military hardware... like this pretty armor. So unless it impregnates whole families of siblings, your friends/family were probably going to give it to your bigger friends, the CFM."


The Orion Files | Mother Ship: Sweet Child of Mine | Showers
TOL? CFM? WTF?!
Irina Rostikova

"What do you say we check on our catch? Maybe the others have gotten something useful out of her. After all, considering the trouble we went through to get her..." Mar mentioned casually to Mary as the trio were finished dressing with the fourth (Grace) suddenly pulling a disappearing act the likes of which Irina would have never seen had she seen it. She'd been distracted.

"Hey 'Pinky', I think you missed a spot." Mary said as she started out the door.

Looking behind her, Irina noticed that in all the plotting and commotion, she had failed to clean her tail of the paint job that the Stealthy Smokey Spirit had done on her, causing the Feline Like Female to look up at the ceiling and briefly question what part of the Grand Helix's plan this fell under. Zipping up the jump suit from crotch to cleavage, Irina followed the two friendly comrades, following them as they headed towards what where the prisoner was probably being held. Having been aboard the Redeemer for much of her time since the mission and then sent into a mind altering trip through hilarity this was the first that Irina had heard that they'd caught a prisoner.

As the two pilots continued to converse about whatever it was that pilots converse about, the Casteless Catican Merchant Mechanic was left to wonder what sort of information they'd gleaned from the captive. Who had the mysterious third part been? For what reason would they have stolen an artifact from a back water planet like the one Orion Company had just fled from? Edward had mentioned that some of the soldiers were obvious combat-omitons, how were they going to interrogate a machine that should have specifically been programmed not to release confidential information about its masters?

"If I'm a machine... why would they include a medical monitor in the suit? If I'm an organic, why would my creators tell me that I am a machine?" A half dazed voice muttered audibly,"As much as I would like to continue my observations on how a democratic military unit functions... something that even a loose family like the Orkoros Liberation movement does not employ... a question of major importance has suddenly surfaced. What's under my armor?"

There were two thing that Irina had noticed about the prisoner. The first was the fact that she was reaching for the armor's built-in release, which would have caused the small explosive bolts holding her armor together to send its pieces flying about the room. The second thing that she noticed was the fact that she could very distinctly smell the work of a Catican Gene splicer coming from the prisoner's body. Reaching out the usually placid pussy cat slammed the woman back down on the bench.

"Orkoros Libertion? Now what would they want with an artifact like the one you stole..." She cooed to the armored prisoner, "Last I heard they were a flag waving, sibling mating, xenophobic bunch with access to military hardware... like this pretty armor. So unless it impregnates whole families of siblings, your friends/family were probably going to give it to your bigger friends, the CFM."

CFM... the Corus Freedom Movement. The Great Corus was one of the three major galactic political powers that espoused an idealized society free from hardship. Of course if you thought that thinking for yourself was a hardship, all the better. Due to their political stance, the CFM didn't have an active military outside of a defense force... unless you believed the rumors that circulated around the fringes of "civilized" space that stated the TGC was responsible for the more militant, CFM which was in turn responsible for the creation of groups like Orkoros in order to advance the CFM agenda.

Reaching the workshop where the others were attempting to extricate SARA from her armour, Mary stopped at the door and let out what amounted to a groan crossed with a deep sigh. "Did these idiots miss the part where I said not to let that thing deeper into the ship?" She muttered. This was taking way to goddamn long and she was oh so very tempted to just go in, grab the prisoner and throw it out the nearest airlock; but after a couple of deep breaths to steady herself a bit, she decided against it. "Fucking amateurs..." She hissed under her breath.

Still standing at the door, she watched Irina slip forward and add herself to the clusterfuck; she appeared to be questioning the prisoner, but Mary had stopped really paying attention. Off to one side, she spotted the other bounty hunter...Elliot, standing with his weapon trained on the prisoner. At least someone has at least part of a fucking clue. "Hey," She called out. "If the prisoner tries anything, please don't shoot to wound." Shaking her head, Mary turned away from the shop, stopping momentarily to rest a hand on the upper arm of one of Mar's primary arms, gripping it lightly.

"Bit of advice." She said softly. "Get the hell off this tub when we hit Tortuga; there's a good chance this circus is going to get itself killed, out of sheer stupidity." Letting go, she made to leave, then stopped once more. "I know you're not too hot on my 'people', which is fair enough; that said, I'm pretty sure I could find you a ride out to somewhere at least nominally civilized like NPR. A lady of your skills wouldn't have much trouble getting a 'grey' job from there."

A corner of her mouth twitched a half smile, and she headed off once more. "If ya need me I'll be playing with my new ride."

<<< Mar >>>
Sweet Child of Mine | En-Route to Tortuga Drift | Just Outside Pitt's Workshop
"Maybe going Pirate isn't such a bad idea after all..."

Following only a few steps behind in the Sweetie's corridor, Mar stopped just as Mary stood in the workshop doorway and peered over the Terran Pirate's head. What she saw was enough to make her grimace impressively, while Mary groaned and muttered to herself.

"Did these idiots miss the part where I said not to let that thing deeper into the ship? Fucking amateurs..."

"I've got a bad feeling about all of this." Mar said under her breath, shaking her head.

Still, as Irina stepped up to join the others surrounding their capture, the look on her face told the Shree that at least they were learning something valuable, so whatever they were doing wasn't all for naught. That didn't stop her from feeling nervous. Something about having their prisoner this close to the center of the ship struck her as a bad idea, especially with so many crew members in close proximity.

She shook her head again after a moment. Having so many members of the crew nearby was probably for the best if she really thought about it. Especially with Elliot keeping a rifle trained on their prisoner this whole time, she thought as Mary called out to make sure he shot to kill if anything happened. She was probably worrying over nothing.

As Mary turned, she placed a hand on one of Mar's upper true-arms, prompting a mildly surprised look from the Shree.

"Bit of advice. Get the hell off this tub when we hit Tortuga; there's a good chance this circus is going to get itself killed, out of sheer stupidity. I know you're not too hot on my 'people', which is fair enough; that said, I'm pretty sure I could find you a ride out to somewhere at least nominally civilized like NPR. A lady of your skills wouldn't have much trouble getting a 'grey' job from there."

Taking a moment to glance back inside the workshop, then back at Mary, a small wry smile spread on her lips as she replied, "You may be onto something there. We'll see."

At that, the Pirate strode past her and told her that if she needed to find her, she would be with her new ship. Watching her stride off for a few beats, Mar nodded then turned back to the workshop and placed one true-hand on the top of the doorway and the other on her hip.

"So, have we learned anything from her, or has this been a bust?" she asked dryly.

Brian continued silently watching the work as he inhaled, wondering how long it was going to take to jam, disarm, and remove the armour so they could continue on with processing and interrogating the manufactured. The timer measured three months had passed since the retreat- that... another malfunction. A strange one. Three months?

As he waited he counted off every shot he'd fired during the skirmish, every bit of material wasted in reconfiguration and repair since he'd walked onto the ship, every second of work he'd done, everything he'd need to replace... He considered what he'd do when the work here was done, what he'd do when the manufactured was processed and the wait began again, what he'd do to work the drugs out of his system keeping him painfully aware, how he'd beat the manufactured... He wondered what he'd do when he saw another station, what new bit of work he'd have done, what little thing he'd buy to keep himself entertained. When he'd next have the chance to fight, to kill, to break. He was rather let down by the skirmish, wishing he'd stayed behind and spent another day bloodying them.

He took his focus off the prisoner momentarily and checked his pistol. Full, armed, automatic. He wondered if he'd have to shoot any of the people in the room some day. They always did something that crossed the line. He wondered what they would do.

"So, have we learned anything from her, or has this been a bust?"

"They're still getting the armour off of it."

Walker

Walker sigh as he heard the news from Shaona. Scratching his chin a bit as he thinks things over. How was he going to deal with this problem? Perhaps they make her take off the armor and throw it out of the airlock. They needed more information from her and he didn't want to risk throwing her out of the airlock and their trail goes cold at the pirate port.

"So, have we learned anything from her, or has this been a bust?"

"They're still getting the armour off of it."

"The armor has a bomb strap to it and we are trying to get it off and out of here. I still want answers from the prisoner and I rather not space her just yet." Before Walker could say anything else, Pitt spoke up.

Pitt

Pitt was watching Shaona closely as he really hated machines. Robots, "Smart" AIs and really anything that is a machine and has a mind of its own. The only exception are things he made himself which he KNOWS how it works. Like that Doctor protocol, he installed in the med bay. Mostly for fun to his semi-boring day. He will have to talk to Walker more about letting these dangerous machines loose around here.

Though his mind went elsewhere when he heard Irina said something interesting to the group."Orkoros Libertion? Now what would they want with an artifact like the one you stole...Last I heard they were a flag waving, sibling mating, xenophobic bunch with access to military hardware... like this pretty armor. So unless it impregnates whole families of siblings, your friends/family were probably going to give it to your bigger friends, the CFM."

"HA! The Corus Freedom Movement? They are only pawns of a much bigger shark!"

"oh god not this again... Walker said low enough to be a whisper.

"The Corus Freedom Movement just employees goons and people like her into their own little movement to make a mess of governments outside of the Corus Sphere! So when the time comes to put blame on people, the CFM goes "Ain't us! they are just bad eggs." But really the real masterminds are The Corus Sphere! They want everyone under their fingers and control everything! EVERYTHING I TELL YOU!" He runs over to a part of his workshop and pulls down a wall of paper that had a spider web link with random names and conspires attach to those names.

"Which is why I always tell Walker to NEVER EVER go to The Corus Sphere. Once you go there, you never leave. Ever heard of the Colony of Ocholla?! NOPE cause they got rid of it. Or..or was that TGR who did that..." he goes back to look at his web of conspires and tries to figure out himself.

Velka waited patiently and quietly compiled the results of everything that was going, in case something like this happened in the future; though she doubted their chances of this situation actually happening twice, still, useful to have on hand. She didn't take kindly to Mary calling the group 'idiots' when she passed on by, Velka, or more likely, Captain Walker, would have to have a word with the Pirate at some point about her attitude problem.

Velka wasn't sure how things were done back when Mary was an active pirate, but here, in a somewhat more organised setting, there was a certain order to things, and the group had to be thorough when getting to the bottom of this mystery.

The mention of organisations such as the Orkoros Liberation Movement and Corus Freedom Movement quickly brought up some old case files on the Reshani Databank about prior encounters with these people; it was mostly them conducting raids on science facilities to acquire advanced technology from the Reshani, fortunately, the majority of them failed, only a few pieces of civilian grade equipment had actually been acquired, stuff that could easily be replaced and improved upon in short order. If there was one thing that her people were known for, it was efficiency, well that and high-quality cybernetics.

It was at this moment that Pitt appeared to... what was the correct term again? Go off the deep end? Snap? More than likely both as he went into a full blown conspiracy rant, including the stereotypical wall of paper connected to others via various threads, some splitting off into others with various hand-drawn scribbles.

"Oh god, not this again..." Velka could hear the Captain speak in a low whisper, more likely to himself. She quietly leant over to said, Captain.

"I take it Pitt is prone to these... random outbursts of paranoia when people like the OLM and CFM are brought up?"

The Orion Files | Mother Ship: Sweet Child of Mine | Pitt's Workshop
Ideas! Lectures!
Irina Rostikova | SARA-00735

If the Catican Merchant Mechanic weren't already busy holding the prisoner down and keeping her from jettisoning her armor inside an enclosed area, Irina would have instinctively face-palmed in reaction to Pitt's lecture that, were it presented in a more formal setting, could have been titled: The Lost Colony of Ocholla: A Contemporary Roanoke or A Demonstration of The Corus Sphere's Influence? While she had no doubt that there were some fragments of reality laced in the man's diatribe, it was individuals such a Pitt who attempted to uncover the truth regarding The Corus Sphere only served to bury said truths under a mountain of conspiracies. Despite Mary's feeling regarding the disposable nature of the prisoner, the tidbit of information that this SARA-00735 had presented was intriguing enough to Irina that would offer some assistance in removing the prisoner's armor.

Based on the fact that they, the crew that had been guarding and attempting to remove the armor the prisoner, had dragged her into Pitt's workshop, it could be assumed that there were countermeasures installed on the armor that were hindering efforts to remove SARA's equipment. Leaning in the Sharp Sensed Catican delicately sniffed the armor to get an idea of what they were dealing with.

"Explosive charge... C-7... or some derivative..." The frequent Merchant of Firearms and Explosives muttered as she started to examined the armor's metal surface, "...Scoring..."

While some might have assumed that the pattern etched on surface of SARA's armor was some sort of Carbon Fiber design that some armor manufacturers thought was fashionable, it was actually micro-scoring designed to break apart into small but lethal metallic fragments were the explosives installed in the armor to detonate. This was not the real problem, at least not in Irina's mind. The real problem was the fact that they were on their way to Tortuga.

While Irina wasn't the type to make wild generalizations about a populace,, it was already bad enough that they would be entering the outskirts of Tortuga space in a large and tempting freighter but to enter the outskirts of Tortuga space after suffering an internal explosion would have made them a very tempting target for a large portion of Tortugans. Now, if the explosion occurred within Tortuga's borders, that would probably be worse as it might be seen as a sort of assault. So it would probably be best if they jettisoned the armor prior to their arrival, letting it detonate in the vast emptiness of the voice.

"So... here's an idea..." Irina said to the others of the Crew, "If she's so insistent on removing her armor, why don't we take her to the nearest airlock and let her eject out of her armor, drag her back into the ship and then vent the armor out of the ship. I'm ... umm... pretty sure that the airlock can take that sort of damage... and I'm pretty sure we'll want to do it before we get to our destination."

Yes, if the airlock could survive a glancing blow from a ship the size of the Redeemer, chances are, it could withstand a few dents caused by impact of bits of armor traveling at relatively low speeds.


The Orion Files | Mother Ship: Sweet Child of Mine | Common Room/Kitchen
Grace's School for Unskilled Girls
Edward Aubergine

Edward Aubergine, one of two resident front line heavy weapons specialists aboard the converted freighter Sweet Child of Mine, stretched lazily as he looked at the pile of empty food containers in front of him. He made a mental note to himself to replace the food that he had consumed with supplies from the Redeemer as it would have been unfortunate should any of the Sweet Child of Mine's crew members take offense to his gorging himself. As he was discovering, humans were a fussy lot, often taking offense to the smallest of infractions, often meting out punitive forms of punishment instead of making an effort to correct the behavior through additional training. Taking the issue between Irina and the culprit that had defaced Ed's personal quarters, who he assumed was Grace based on residual scent left aboard the Redeemer, if the issue was the fact that Irina had collided and damaged one of the airlocks during their escape from the doomed mission, it would have been far more beneficial to both Irina and the crew were Grace to aid the relatively untrained pilot in additional training, even if that meant shooting at Irina while she attempted to dock the Redeemer.

~Sniff - Sniff - Snort!~

While the smell of burnt ozone caused by a short circuit would not have been a strange occurrence aboard an under crewed ship like the Sweet Child of Mine, the fact that the scent appeared to be traveling was strange. While it was possible that there was some sort of electrical surge that was causing circuits and fuses to short, such an occurrence would have been near instantaneous and occurred through out the ship rather than traverse the corridors in such a linear fashion. The ever curious and concerned Catican picked himself up slowly, more slowly than he would have liked, and started following the electro-metallic smell, grabbing a fire extinguisher as he exited the common area.

"Strange..." He muttered to himself as he noticed the lack of smoke in the air that would have also been present were there an issue with the electrical systems. Continuing on, he noticed that he was being lead towards the airlock where the Archer was docked, the smell growing increasingly stronger as he closed in on the ship.

Reaching his destination, Edward removed the safety pin from the fire suppressing foam dispenser and pointed it toward the closed entryway of the Archer. Using his second right hand, the gargantuan fire fighter and sometimes fire starter opened the door, while using his left hand to check the door for signs of warmth, indicating that there was an active conflagration on the other side.

Nothing. Not a sign of any sort of event that would have put both the Archer and the Sweet Child of Mine at risk, nothing other than the smell that he had detected at its greatest concentration. Entering the ship unannounced with fire suppressant at the ready, Edward turned a corner and was surprised to see Grace as she was donning a shirt, pulling it down around her waist.

"I apologize for the intrusion but... I smelled a possible electrical surge coming from the Archer and thought it best to investigate..." Edward apologized as he lowered the undischarged fire suppressant canister.

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Grace had retrieved some normal everyday clothing to put on, and was only slightly surprised to see Ed there with a fire extinguisher. It only took her a few seconds to determine WHY he might come here with a fire extinguisher, which bothered her...but not visibly. It did mean, however, that Catican noses were sensitive to even her best stealth. Something to remember in the future. Grace shook her head at his assumption of a fire.

"No fires. Elliot and I maintain systems regularly."

She made no attempt to explain what he actually smelled, nor even appeared as though she HAD any idea. Grace was just being her normal 'too damn quiet' self.

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If Grace could read Catican expressions, she would have noticed that Edward was frowning at the thought that it was possible that his comrade was hiding something from him. While it was true that there was no fire present in the Archer, the electrical smell was still present in the air. Unwilling to press the matter, the Massive Catican Shock Trooper dropped the topic but instead decided to focus on another.

"Grace, may I have a word with you regarding Irina?" He asked as gently as possible, "Is there an issue between you two?"

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Not so much as hiding as omitting the unsaid or unasked, so no worries, right? Besides, with Grace not currently in any light-form, there wasn't any additional ozone-burning going on. That means it would quickly fade away too. Grace was silently waiting to see whether the Catican was leaving or if he had other matters to discuss. The Archer wasn't exactly for their access. They weren't making boundaries here, but it was still an intrusion. Still, he asked his question now, and Grace nodded.

"Yes, there is. You know there is."

He would know what, as well, if he'd been paying attention. They're trying to escape the battlezone into a hyperjump, the Redeemer breaks an airlock and occupies the other, Archer has nothing to latch onto, and only because of quick thinking was Grace not separated from the group. Even with Irina making an apology, Grace has reason to resent her.

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The Purple Ball of Fluff nodded slowly, as if his mind was chewing on Grace's words the same way that he had been chewing on Decadian Dragon Tail earlier during his marathon length meal. While he had known of the damage that had been caused by the Redeemer's collision with the Airlock, he had hoped that professionals such as Grace and Elliot would have dropped the matter in lieu of the fact that there were no casualties. Between the vandalism done to the Redeemer and Grace's own admission, he could see that he was wrong. While part of him wanted to chastise the mercenary about her "professionalism" he could understand her desire to teach the relatively inexperienced merchant a lesson, especially if the events surrounding the destroyed airlock had almost cost Grace her life.

"I had thought as much when I saw the vandalism aboard the Redeemer," Ed said, "and while I understand your reasoning for such actions, I must ask you a very simple question. To what lengths are you willing to go in order to punish Irina? While I am tasked with her safety, you and I are also comrades, even though this is only a recent development, and I would prefer to remain neutral in this matter. However, as this war of pranks escalates, there may be a point where it jeopardizes the safety and operation of this ship, perhaps during a mission."

Which, unknown to Edward Aubergine, was already a possibility considering the Grace's previous prank. If Irina were to attempt to open a door and then disable the protocol that the overly silent soldier it might have put Ed at risk were he in the middle of combat, something that was probably given their current destination.

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To her mind, it would be remiss of her to let such a situation go unpunished. As Ed went on speaking, he would find that it would make Grace frown. She didn't do rage or - apparently - any great overt reaction, but having a reaction was certainly something. She waited for him to finish before speaking.

"I get creative, not vindictive, which is fortunate for her."

Because...well...a lesser person would have applied all of her abilities in a severe-to-fatal fashion.

"If this had been a small and petty grievance, I wouldn't bother, but it was not. The punishment is deserved, and she will have to accept that."

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There was a slight lull in the conversation as the Catican Shock Trooper attempted to consider what alternatives existed. While the former soldier with the Catican Hegemony could respect Grace's desire to teach his partner a lesson, he wondered if she could redirect some of her efforts in a positive manner while teaching Irina a lesson regarding. Lessons?

"While I understand your grievances regarding my crew mate and believe that such actions would be acceptable in the spirit of squad building and camaraderie, in this case your action do not ensure that there will not be repeat of Irina's mistake in the future. Might I suggest that such energy might be better spent attempting to hone her piloting skills. While she is aware of the basics of piloting, she has never previously attempted to pilot in a combat situation." The Shock Trooper/Pilot suggested with a weary smile on his face, "While I may be up to the task, it is perhaps a more fitting that the one who desires to punish her do so in a more constructive manner."

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Grace now had on a look that pretty much said 'Can't tell if joking or not' after he said that. Then, she decided that the Catican who ripped off a chair when they first met was not inclined to kidding that much. Whether this is true or not is in the eye of the beholder. Nevertheless...

"If her piloting skills are that bad, she's a space hazard."

She considered it for a moment, then spoke up once more.

"Alright, but you break the news to her, after the yodeling."

The what now? Was that...the hint of a smirk on her face?

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The normally tall and terrifying tank on two legs grumbled quietly, aware that this was probably something in the related to the concluding War of Pranks between Irina and Grace. Though he did not approve of it, he would not deny the mercenary her pleasure. Nodding in agreement, he considered asking Grace about the smell that had brought him aboard the Archer but decided that he would probably be pushing his luck in that regard.

"Very well. I will inform your student that she is to report to you for training once we have reached normal space and I will not inform her of this... yodeling that you speak of." The Four Eyed, Four Armed, Beserker Purple People Eater responded as he turned to exit the Archer, briefly wondering what he would have seen had he rushed in ten or so seconds sooner, as Grace was donning her clothing. Banishing the thought, the Sweetie's Resident Xenophile entered one of the freighters many narrow corridors and made his was towards the common room, expecting that he would run into his Catican cohort sooner or later.

Once Sara was analyzed, Shanoa began to report on a number of her component, including on the most-likely manner in which the explosive would be triggered. Elliot didn't know which was worse: That their enemy went to this much trouble or that they made such an obvious hash of it. Actually, the worst part might be that this...woman?...was caught philosophizing, and then made the dangerous move of reaching for the armor's release before somebody around here said it was safe. She shouldn't even be doing it herself if someone DID say it was safe. Elliot stood even more to attention with his rifle now.

"Don't even think about-"

He didn't have to do anything. The Catica, Irina, came in and forced her down. She seemed to know alot more about this Orkoros Libertion that Sara mentioned, which was more than Elliot knew, so he let them talk. Apparently, this was all in ties to one of the biggest political movements in space, so the mercenary had to agree: What did that have to do with this artifact? About this time, Mary came in and spoke to him about the prisoner.

"I may have to. The explosive has a Dead Man Switch."

What else would 'tied to her health' mean? It was a problem. Fortunately, Elliot had chosen the right weapon. If he blew off one of Sara's hands, it wouldn't matter if she were bionic, robotic, cybernetic, or totally organic. It would deter her from acting and her wound would be cauterized. That was the beauty of a plasma weapon. Mar came in after Mary left, wanted to know if they'd made any progress. Unfortunately, this led to Pitt going on about a even larger conspiracy that - judging from Walker's reaction - was spoken quite often by the man. All of this finally came to a head with Irina examining Sara and concluding that they could just have her risk removing the armor in an airlock. Interesting solution, however...

"Number one, not until we're in normal space. Number two, you break it, you bought it. If we lose the airlock again, it's definitely coming out of your pay. Right, Captain?"

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Once Ed was gone, Grace considered the situation she'd just placed herself into. It could work out, or Irina could wash out. Either way, there would be a certain level of satisfaction to it. That, however, did not negate her reprogramming of the yodeling and recording prank. After all, Ed might appreciate it. She set to work on her own again, since there was little else to do.

<<< Mar >>>
Sweet Child of Mine | En-Route to Tortuga Drift | Just Outside Pitt's Workshop
"Even centuries into the future, tin-foil hats have never gone out of style for some people."

The first one to reply was the normally silent Terran, Brian, and the answer he gave her was not only terse and straightforward, but also utterly uninformative regarding what she asked for.

"They're still getting the armor off of it."

Mar was silent for a moment before she looked pointedly in the direction of the prisoner, who was quite obviously still in full armor. A fact that she could plainly see for herself. She slowly turned to look back at Brian and locked her four eyes onto his two.

"I can see that. Have we learned anything from her?" she asked slowly, before Captain Walker caught her attention and caused her to glance in his direction.

"The armor has a bomb strap to it and we are trying to get it off and out of here. I still want answers from the prisoner and I rather not space her just yet."

Her lips thinned a little as she grimaced. That explained quite a bit regarding their slow progress in questioning her, since a bomb on the ship was obviously a higher priority. What it didn't explain, however, was why she had been brought deeper into the ship itself. To her, it made a lot more sense to take her to one of the shipping containers hooked up to the body of the freighter, and attempt to disarm it there. Replacing a container was generally more affordable than internal ship repairs.

Mary's offers to go pirate were beginning to get more and more tempting by the second. And that was before Pitt began to go on a tirade about some Orkoros Libertion and Corus Freedom Movement after their mention by Irina. The entirety of his rant struck her as nonsensical, and would have been more than a little hard to follow if she wanted to. And she didn't.

She was about to turn and leave when she heard Irina suggest that they take their capture to an airlock and have her jettison the armor. Then, they would quickly pull her into the ship before spacing the rigged armor. All of which sounded like a good idea to her. The Shree started to open her mouth to say so before Elliot spoke up and stopped her in her tracks.

"Number one, not until we're in normal space. Number two, you break it, you bought it. If we lose the airlock again, it's definitely coming out of your pay. Right, Captain?"

"Whoa, whoa, hold on. Lose the airlock... Again? The fuck happened to the airlock?!" Mar asked incredulously.

By the time Mary made it back to her ship, she'd run out of invectives for the folks in the machine shop...for now; instead, she turned her attention to the Spectre she'd acquired from that clusterfuck of a 'job'. "Alrighty hun, let's see how you're doing." She muttered quietly as she approached the strikecraft.

The Spectre was a slab sided, bruiser of a ship; ugly as sin, but that lent it a certain charm. Running the fingers of her left hand across the hull, she let them trail along the alloy skin until she reached her goal. Releasing a couple of catches, she popped open a maintenance hatch, much in the same way she'd done with Mar's Devil-Fish, and accessed a display.

"Hmm..okay...Gun an' missiles...ya, know those are dry. Fuels down 45..." She mumbled, going through the ship's systems and getting a feel for its operational expenditures and keeping any eye out for faults or other things that seemed out of place.

"I take it Pitt is prone to these... random outbursts of paranoia when people like the OLM and CFM are brought up?"

"eeeeyup. He even freaks out if he hears we are near their borders." Shaking his head as he really hates how paranoid Pitt is at times.

Walker sigh as he let the other chat among themselves about what was going on and what now. He really didn't feel like saying anything at the moment as he was trying to take everything in at the moment. Leaning up against the wall and resting as he tries to put things in order. Mar seems to be fine now as he would get off the wall and walk up to her. Giving her a pat on the shoulder/back. "Glad to see you up Mar. Had me a bit worry I would need to replace my best pilot so soon." He chuckles as he tries to joke with her.

Though in the back of his mind, he wonders who was going to stay and who was going to go. To be honest with himself, this whole job was a cluster fuck. It was too damn good to be true. He wouldn't give them any ill will if they leave. Hell, after this, he might put the old ship to rest and just get a small house to himself. Though that all depends on what the crew wants.

On the matter of the crew, his thoughts turn to Mary. If they do all stick around, he will have to sit with Mary and set her straight. This isn't a pirate ship, she can't just do what she wants and if she has a problem with this he was going to kick her off the next port with her stuff.

Next, he has to think of what to do with the prisoner. With all of this, he didn't think it would last this long. If he knew ahead of time, he would have just space her and be done with it. Though that came with problems all of its own. They still don't know fully WHY this group attack the colony, or for the fact HOW they knew. Traitors from one of the ships? a mole from inside the colony? Probably won't know when they need it if life has anything to say about it.

"You think the plan will work Irina?" Walker asked as he wanted this matter to be done and over with already. He heard about the airlock and he can't bring himself to be surprised or mad. While he didn't want his ship to be a wreck, at the moment they were just trying to get away. "If the airlock has to be destroyed again to deal with the bomb problem so be it..just get this problem done and over with."

The Orion Files | Mother Ship: Sweet Child of Mine | Pitt's Workshop
Someone Set Us Up the Bomb!
Irina Rostikova | SARA-00735

~Some time later~

"Yeah... why is she naked?" A rather confused looking Catican Merchant Mechanic asked in a rather amused voice as she looked down at the scene in front of the mid-ship airlock, "Also, Captain, is this a habit that I should be aware of? As it stands you've already been intimate with my vat-sister, mounted Mar and now we find you in the middle of the corridor on top of the naked prisoner. Just... what kind of ship are you running here?"

~Some time previous~

To make a long story short, it had been decided that Irina's hastily cobbled idea was the best idea that had come about in quite some time and thus they dragged the prisoner off to the closest airlock with the idea that they would allow prisoner SARA-00735 to jettison her armor without the possibility of any live bits of explosive being thrown about the interior of the ship. The downside of the idea was that either the Captain or Pitt was going to have to rush into the airlock and start the emergency venting process and given Pitt's eccentric personality, the Captain seemed the more logical choice in the matter.

The plan had gone off mostly without a hitch. SARA, standing in the middle of the airlock initiated the sequence that would detonate a series of small yield explosive bolts which would safely propel the armor away from its wearer's body and as Irina had predicted the airlock only suffered a minimal amount of damage (just some paint scratches here and there). The only problem which no one, including SARA, had thought was even a remote possibility was the fact that without her armor keeping her upright, the prisoner was essentially a jellyfish ended up on the floor of the airlock unable to move.

Unwilling to allow anyone to be vented out an airlock while in FTL, something that was considered an extremely cruel practice even among certain pirates, the hero/captain sprang into action and saved the damsel in four easy steps.

1) Started the emergency venting procedures
2) Jumped through the closing doors
3) Picked up the prisoner
4) Jumped back out of the airlock while carrying the prisoner and incidentally land on her naked body

Were any of the other crew members around to witness this heroic act of heroism, instead of being ordered away from the Airlock in case things went wrong, they might have witnessed this sequence of events and been a bit more amazed by the captain's actions. Instead, when the shock wave of the armor's explosives detonating rocked the ship, they were greeted by the sight of the Captain on top of yet another female.

"Well..at least I know how Captain Kirk feels on a daily basis." Walker smirk a bit.

"Riiiiiiiight... " Irina said, playing at being unconvinced by the Captain's jest, before pointing at a rather irate looking Pitt who just happened to be ranting whilst his translator was fritzing up, "Pitt says we're about to hit Tortuga... and a few other things... something about he saw her first."

<<< Mar >>>
Sweet Child of Mine | En-Route to Tortuga Drift | Devil-Fish's Makeshift Hangar
"My poor ship!"

As plans went, the one they were going with to relieve their prisoner of her rigged armor was only somewhat terrible and slapdash. But one could certainly argue that there were far worse plans, and no one else had a better idea. So, when Walker had most of the other crew members that were gawking outside of Pitt's workshop go elsewhere for their safety, she decided to check on her shuttle.

Which was in a separate shipping container that could be sealed off from the rest of the Sweetie. And still contain air in the event that there was a disastrous hull breach.

Once the container was pressurized and she stepped inside, the Shree immediately felt her heart sink.

The Devil-Fish, her baby, had seen better days. The left-side thrusters were both dented and scratched thanks to how roughly she "landed" in the container, and some of the paint had atmosphere burns. Mar had pushed past the red-line of what the shuttle's recommended escape velocity was, and pushed the limit of what it could actually handle.

With a frown, she stepped up to the Devil-Fish. Placed a true-hand on one of the scratched-up thruster nacelles. She felt her eyes well up with foolish tears, and reached up with her other true-hand to wipe them away. Despite the fact that she had had a good reason to be rough on the old girl, it hurt to see her baby so roughed up. But she knew that it wasn't the first time that would happen, and it wouldn't be the last either. And she certainly shouldn't be so sentimental towards her new fighter, since it would inevitably take fire.

Mar exhaled shakily, and turned to look just inside the still-open main hatch. And as her eyes followed the trail of blood on it's way to the cockpit, she placed a false-hand on her belly. She ought to clean that up. And as she stepped inside, opened a compartment near the entrance and took out some of the industrial cleaning tools inside, she hoped that she wouldn't be cleaning up blood from her shuttle's floor very often.

Walker chuckled a bit at Pitt little outburst. Not knowing fully if Irina was getting it right or not but it didn't matter much to him. Getting up as he helped the prisoner up. "I'll be back in a moment..going to get the prisoner something to wear as well put her in one of our holding cells." Walker said as he grabbed hold of the prisoner and put her hands behind her back.

While he didn't think she would do anything, he wasn't going to give her a chance either. "If Tortuga is coming up..we better get ready in case something...unexpected happens." Walker said as he starts to lead SARA away from the group and toward the holding cells.

10 minutes later

After making sure SARA had clothes and the cell would hold her, Walker asked some of the crew on his ship on the whereabouts of Mary. Hearing she was working on her ship he made plans to go see her. Though one of his crew pulls him to the side. Saying that he saw a little..incident that happen between Mary and Resha. Sighing as he put his right hand on his forehead. He really didn't need this at this moment. Lightly letting his hand fall down on his face as he thanked the crewmate and left to deal with Mary.

Walking into the hanger as he spots Mary's fighter. Sighing out as he really wasn't looking forward to this as he made his way over. "Hey, Mary! I need to chat with you about a few things!" Walker yelled out and when Mary saw his face it would look like he was tired and had enough of today bullshit.

After taking stock of her expenditures, rearming what she could and refueling from Sweety's tanks; Mary set to work on some of the finer details of the 'Specters' cockpit, getting customized to the way she liked.

Currently she was tweaking the instrument panels, choosing what info was displayed where and all that, while humming 'Ode to Joy'.

"Hey, Mary! I need to chat with you about a few things!"

Sitting up, so her head popped into view, she threw a casual wave to Walker. "Yo Dicky boy!" She called out. "We nearing Tortuga yet?" Ducking out of sight for a moment, she keyed a few more things into the panel, then sat back up with a smile, happy with what she'd done. "Hey, while you're here I wanna run somethings past you. A ship needs a name, and I'm down to the short list; Dark Icarus, Bad Behaviour, Reaper, Ravager, The Lost One, Huntress, or Dammerung. What do you think?"

With everything squared away in the cockpit, she climbed out, forgoing the built in boarding ladder and instead just dropping to the decking beside Walker with a heavy 'thud'...and a slight sloshing from the refilled flask tucked away in her overalls.

While Mary was still inside the ship Walker shouted out, "Yeah we are almost there, probably be there within the next half hour if we are lucky...but that wasn't why I wanted to talk to you about." Walker said. Waiting for her to come out. As soon as she landed he added, "You can figure out a name later..What I need to talk about is more important. I got a report that you hit another teammate earlier today. One of the crewmates saw you punch Resha pretty hard after the mission. Care to explain about that?"

While Walker didn't care how Mary thought or talk to him, he wasn't going to let her run wild on the rest of the crew. That goes for everyone else as well. He didn't give a rat ass what they thought about him as long as they follow orders. Though as soon as this group turns on each other thats when he will step in to end it. He wasn't planning on getting killed on the field because two or more of his teammates are dumbasses and let something get in the way. While this crew didn't seem to be the type, at least not yet, to let grudges carry over he wasn't going to take that damn risk.

"Eee-eyup. He even freaks out if he hears we are near their borders." Captain Walker quietly responded to Velka as things seemed to be winding down regarding what to do about SARA; it was decided upon that she would be placed in the airlock, have her remove the armor, then quickly space and get her back inside before she went with it.

"I'll be back in a moment... going to get the prisoner something to wear as well put her in one of our holding cells." He quickly departed, then returned a few moments later with what looked like an engineer's jumpsuit, offering it to SARA and giving her a look that said; make it quick.

"If Tortuga is coming up..we better get ready in case something...unexpected happens." Walker then puts SARA's arms behind her back in a firm, but not bone breaking hold. He then lead her away from the group and towards the holding cells. Velka offered to help with the escort duty, but the Captain politely declined the assist but appreciated the gesture all the same.

With that said and done, the group departed from Pitt's workshop, who was still in some sort of conspiracy rant and went their separate ways to do whatever tasks they needed to do. Velka went back to her room and took to disassembling one of the surveillance drones so she could closely examine the pieces, she kept the door to her room open in case someone wanted her.

"Yeah we are almost there, probably be there within the next half hour if we are lucky...but that wasn't why I wanted to talk to you about. You can figure out a name later...What I need to talk about is more important. I got a report that you hit another teammate earlier today. One of the crewmates saw you punch Resha pretty hard after the mission. Care to explain about that?"

"Well shit I better get going so your deckape at the helm doesn't fuck our approach and get us all spaced...and naming a ship is a very serious matter." She added with a wink and a smirk, though the smirk faded as the 'real' reason to Walker's visit clicked.

Cocking her head to one side, she gave him a rather confused stare. "Is she whinging over that little 'administrative' rap?" She asked with a sake of her head. "I already yelled at you for your fuck up dirtside; what she got was just a little negative re-enforcement over her own bad choice in that affair." Mary went on, still not quite understanding why Walker was wasting her time on this.

"It's not like I put her in the medbay or something...now...unless you've got something important, I should really get to the helm." With that she took off at a brisk jog towards the lift that would take her to Sweety's bridge.

Walker would continue more with this conversation but at the time he knew it would be pointless and bad for the entire crew. If Mary wasn't at the helm when they reach the pirate port, they could all get spaced. Pirates were fickle like that about outsiders. Shaking his head as knew he was going to bring this back up when Mary wasn't busy.

Sighing out loudly as he thought to himself, ' After this pirate thing is done and over with..I'm going to have a nice long chat with you, Mary.' Walker watches her disappear fully as she travels down the hallway towards the Bridge. 'Perhaps I should visit Resha before we get to the port. See what she thinks about this mess and ask why she didn't bring it up to him at all.' Walker then took off to look for Resha.

The doors to the lift on Sweety's bridge slid open with a soft hiss, and Mary strolled in humming softly to herself. She looked around for a moment before heading towards the helm. "Yo...Deck monkey!" She called out. "Move your ass, I need that seat." The helmsman shifted slightly in his seat to glare over his shoulder at her. "Fuck off!" He snapped. "The Captain may've hired you thugs to do some jobs dirtside, but this ain't your ship!"

Mary smiled and let out a long suffering sigh before walking right up beside the helm. "I said FUCK OFF!" The man snapped. "If I was-" He never got to finish his sentence. Mary's left flicked out and stabbed the center release for the seat's restraints, while her right gripped the man hard by the front of his coveralls; as soon as she was sure the restraints were loose, she heaved, lifting the helmsman out of his seat and depositing him on the decking with a thud. "I wasn't really asking." She replied sweetly as she slid herself into the now vacant seat. "Now," She muttered "Let's see what this brick can do."

As the now rather irate (former) helmsman scrambled to his feet, he was about to exact retribution, when he stopped cold; Mary had unfolded the 'hold out' pistol in her right arm. She wasn't pointing it at him, but he could plainly see it. "Now, sit down, shut up, and you might learn something." She said with a smile, never taking her eyes off the displays in front of her.

-

After a moment to familiarize herself with the basics, she killed the autopilot and enacted a rather radical course change, to take Sweety 'up' over the Tortuga System's ecliptic. "You were going to hit the ecliptic edge on." She packed her gun away and tapped at a few screens. "Granted that is pretty SOP for most ships and it does make the transition out of FTL pretty smooth...but here? Here, that just marks you as some fresh little lamb that's just wandered into the wolf's lair." Turning to look at the still glowering helmsman, she gave him a wicked grin. "Almost show time."

Reaching forward, she tapped the broadcast button for the ship-wide PA system. "Ladies, Gentlemen, unstable AIs and whatever the hell Ed is, we're about to drop into Tortuga. It'll be a 'unique' transition outta FTL so you may want to strap in. You got 5 minutes, after that, any broken bones are your own damned fault." She added, laughing a little bit.

-

After the five minutes elapsed, she tapped a few keys to bring the big old freighter out of FTL. "And here we go!" In n-space, there was a truly massive energy spike on all in system sensors as Sweety essentially did an emergency stop into the system. The ship shock and banged, anyone who'd not heeded Mary's warning was tossed about like a ragdoll; but as quickly as it'd started it was over. Sweety had bled so much speed she was down to less than 10 kilometers per hour, but Mary was already bringing the ship back up to speed and setting it on a heading towards a rather large and haphazard looking space station that was surrounded by scores of space craft of all sizes. "To those of you still breathing; Welcome to Tortuga."

<<< Mar >>>
Sweet Child of Mine | En-Route to Tortuga Drift | Sweetie's Bridge
"Rough is a bit of an understatement."

Once the Devil-Fish's cockpit, loading doors, and the floor connecting the two were clean, Mar stood up and examined her handiwork. Quite frankly, the bits she scrubbed were probably cleaner than the rest of the ship after that. Which meant that it was probably high-time to clean the rest of it, but now was most definitely not the time. Especially since they were about to enter Tortuga's space. With that in mind, she put the seldom-used cleaning supplies back in the wall-cabinet and made her way out and through the tramp freighter's hallways.

As she stepped onto the bridge, the Shree arrived just in time to watch Mary pull the pilot bodily from the seat and toss him aside. Much like she had herself when she first took the helm. A huffing chuckle rumbled in her chest as she stepped up, placing a true-hand on the helmsman's shoulder even as Mary made a pointed display of a hold-out pistol hidden in her arm.

"Now, sit down, shut up, and you might learn something."

"You know, she might be right. After all, we're the two best pilots on the whole damn ship." Mar observed with a smug grin as she took a place right behind Mary and asked, "So how's our approach?"

"You were going to hit the ecliptic edge on. Granted that is pretty SOP for most ships and it does make the transition out of FTL pretty smooth...but here? Here, that just marks you as some fresh little lamb that's just wandered into the wolf's lair."

She had to admire the smooth skill that Mary showed at the controls. While it was clear that she wasn't as used to old tubs like the Sweetie, she certainly knew what she was doing as her hands danced along the console. Then she called over the ship's intercom, warning the crew of a rough transition to n-space.

Sparing a glance at the pirate, Mar's four hands shot out to grab any surface suitably secure enough to brace herself with, and squared off her hips. When the Sweet Child of Mine dropped out of FTL, the entire ship shook violently, threatening to throw her from where she stood, but an advantage of natural strength and having an additional pair of arms to brace with meant that she was able to stay on her feet, but just barely.

It was arguably the roughest transition to-or-from FTL speeds she had ever felt, but she could imagine worse. Not much worse, but worse.

"To those of you still breathing; Welcome to Tortuga."

Mar slowly let herself relax before she smiled at her.

"One hell of a welcome so far. But now that we're here, Mary, remember: You owe me a Tsi'vaan at the first bar or club that serves them." she pointed out with a friendly pat to Mary's organic shoulder.

Mary turned her head slightly and smiled at Mar as the shree put a hand on her shoulder.

"One hell of a welcome so far. But now that we're here, Mary, remember: You owe me a Tsi'vaan at the first bar or club that serves them."

"Damn...you remembered." She chuckled; she was about to say something more, when she noticed the incoming transmission alert. "Whoops, on to part two of on getting us shot." She chirped in a far to upbeat tone. Tapping the 'Accept' button, a small screen flicked to life revealing the face of an old and scarred catican male.

"Unknown vessel." He growled. "Name, ship and captain." Even with Sweety's, at best adequate, sensors, she could see quite a few of the 'locals' changing course to intercept; just in case they turned out to be a legitimate bit of prey.

Mary simply hit the 'Transmit' button and smiled into the visual pick up for the comm. "Gaz, you old fossil; thought you'd 've kicked it by now." There was a slight transmission delay, then the old 'cat's eyes widened with surprise. "Red!" He exclaimed. " 'Net said all the Star's top people bit it in the blast...what happened?" Out of range of the camera pickups, Mary's hands clenched a couple of times; it took a moment longer for her to reply. "They did, and I have no fucking clue." She replied, an edge of pain in her voice. "I'll come see you once I get squared away; need to see the 'Shipbreaker'." "Sure thing Red; welcome home."

Cutting the channel, she turned and smiled at the others on the bridge. "See, with me here, no problems; now for part two." Changing course slightly, Mary aimed the Sweet Child of Mine towards a collection of mobile spacedocks of various ages and origins; these lattice-like gantries sat at the edge of a sizable collection of powered down hulks.

Tapping a comm code into her panel, Mary began to transmit. "Breaker Control, this is Red on the new inbound. I need some dockspace for a Re-and-Re and some time with the boss." After a moment, a heavily synthesized voice came back. "I wish I could tell you to fuck off for disrupting our schedule; but the boss likes you...probably for what you've done for his bottom line. Dock Four will be clear by the time you get in, and he said to come straight to his office."

-

Less than 20 minutes later, and with the help of a few auto-tugs, Sweety was moored in a surprisingly new Corus built spacedock. Shutting the engines down, she climbed free of the helm control and tapped the PA once more. "And with that, we're docked." Smiling to those in her immediate vicinity, she bowed slightly before turning her full attention to Mar. "Don't think I'm trying to welch on what I owe, but can the Tsi'vaan wait a bit? Want to get a couple of things squared away riky-tik."

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