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  1. Site 187 7.5 kilometers from the Gellen's Heights spaceport Gellen's Heights, Sheratan III March 11, 3029 ______________________________________________________ The sunlight poured in through the windows of the dusty administration building, columns of golden rays painting pools of oblong-shaped illumination on its old, marble-tiled floor as the doors of the lift rumbled shut behind us. "A fine place you have here indeed," Orlex commented, glancing around. "Finding ready-to-go real estate like this is practically unheard-of." "Well, one thing I learned out in the sticks
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  2. I ushered the cows back into the trailer and latched the door, while Jonny Ray took a drag on the cigarette he’d just lit. “You can be expecting a call from my son-in-law Dean mighty soon, I think, assuming if-” “AAAAAAAAaaaaaauahauhAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHG” a scream rang out across the farmer’s market. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Jonny Ray” I said hurriedly. “Sorry to cut this short, but I think I’m pretty sure that’s Steve.” “That’s him, alright,” Jonny Ray drawled as I sprinted toward the source of the sound near the center of the market. I found Steve in the Fast n’ Fu
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  3. Meanwhille... I sat quietly, letting Bishop's words sink in. His response had been unbelievable cordial and understanding....much more than I deserved. It also was an adjustment hearing him speak at length. Most of my previous encounters with him had been when he was...joined...with his suit, and in those moments, he seemed hollow...robotic....like his spirit was absent. Even his eyes would glaze over and look distant. But now, Bishop seemed firey and full of life. "I'm humbled, Bishop. I really am. Honored, in fact. You're the embodiment of everything that I picture when I think of
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  4. The Chocolate Farm turned out to be a farm stand selling various chocolate-and-dairy products out of ice-filled coolers. A young woman wearing overalls, a tiara, and a “Dairy Princess” sash ran the cash register, while a man with a cowboy hat and greying hair milked one of the four brown-spotted cows hitched behind the stand, apparently demonstrating the process for the two young children watching him. “This is where Jonny Ray Outlaw works?” I asked. “Sure is,” said Steve. Then he jumped and waved his arms. “Jonny Ray, Jonny Ray, I brought my Business Associate to meet you!”
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  5. Bishop quietly listened to Spy’s words, he spoke from the heart. The Skinwalker admired the man’s humanity, something he had struggled to hang to for so long. It was a fight he had lost and Mother had won. Bishop knew what Irain did to her and hated them for it. He felt for Nathan. He also knew the man had changed as well. His sent didn’t lie. “Nathan, no need for apologies, I can not and will not, judge you on your sins. You are a soldier... and a damn good one....better then me....you followed your orders from your Great House. It’s is what we do, following orders is the cornerston
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  6. MEANWHILE... Me and Nikki bounced and banged down the Pothole road as we drove out of the City and to the Chocolate Farm at the Farmer's Market. Every time we hit a bump the tape deck skipped and I heard moos and other Animal Noises from the farm trailer. "So this truck is pretty old huh?" I asked as we went over another bump and the Glove box busted open and bashed my knees. I yelled as a Brick fell out of the Glove Box and landed in my lap, it almost hit my junk. "YOU KEEP BRICKS IN YOUR GLOVE BOX???" I asked. "Yeah what do you keep in there?" Nikki said. "I use my gl
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  7. Steve must have had an awful lot of “business things” to prepare; I’d been waiting for fifteen minutes or so, and I was starting to worry that a cop might come by and see my truck and trailer full of animals parked across three “compact cars only” parking spaces. It wasn’t quite obvious how to get to Steve’s office, but there was only one obvious entrance at the front of the building, so I went in to look around. The front hall was a smallish space, with grey walls and a vinyl “tile” floor that was trying very hard to look like marble but not quite hitting the mark. To the right was a gla
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  8. James, Colleen and I put the dividers up inside the livestock trailer and herded a pair of cows into one side and four pigs into the other. Colleen unhitched the trailer from the forklift (which we’d ‘upgraded’ with a towing ball through one of its’ lifting tines) and locked it down on the back of my old pickup truck. I keyed the address on Steve’s holographic business card into the GPS, and drove down the loading dock and toward his law office. The pickup truck puttered down the road, accentuating every seam and bump with a jarring bounce. The potholes near my high school had destroyed h
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  9. My meeting with Nathan wasn’t until the end of the day, so I had several hours to kill. The next level of Laser Catgirls 2 was calling my name, but the business had to come first; the longer it took to find a buyer for the cargo, the more animal feed and waste removal we’d have to pay for. So instead, I called up another member of the boarding party, who’d mentioned - or rather, bragged about - his many business connections on this world. I dialed 753-174-88-2DXe-354-511, triple-checked the absurdly long number against the business card, and hit dial. A rap song played instead of a dial t
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  10. Bishop and Nathan followed the weapon’s dealer into the dimly lit warehouse. The structure was one massive floor that stretched for several 100 meters in length and width. The floor was packed with tables and benches loaded as tall as a man with weapons, creates ammo and parts. Bishop recognized the outline of a Raven battle mech sanding in the back of the warehouse covered in tarps. This was a massive operation that Bishop found himself impressed with, and all of it illegal. Something like this was obviously well supported by the local government...by means of a percentage of the top. B
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  11. After confirming with Nikki that I'd be coming by today and agreeing on a time, Bishop and I chatted about the logistics. He wanted to buy arms on the way out to the spaceport, and I frankly had a feeling I'd turned a corner and would need some personal defense from here on out. Problem was, going to a reputable place was now out of the question for me, and for all I knew, not something Bishop cared to do either. I also didn't want to flag on any of the shit lists that I was presumably now on. Luckily for the both of us, there was a place I knew of that neither the LIC nor the Capellans
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  12. “You feel like going for a drive? I'd rather not risk it on my own." Bishop was deep in thought, he had been studying the new comer intensively. Both men had been sizing each other up. He’s sent betrayed no sign of deception as of now. With Major Hayes temporarily gone it was now incumbent upon Bishop to watch and protect Mrs. Kauffman and the rest of the crew. The beast growled softly in his mind. The Skinwalker watch the man closely, the beast took interest in him. “Bishop..?” “Oh, yes... sorry...I’ll ride with you. Where are we going? I’ll also need time to change out.”
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  13. MEANWHILE... I don't know how I had did it, but I had managed to drive the ambulance on fire a lot further than I had Thought was going to happen on account of it being on Fire. I was still screaming like a mad man and the siren lights were in my Face but I Soldiered On. All of the sudden I saw a huge billow of Black Smoke come out of the Ambulance hood and the headlights melted. I let out a womanly yell and I turned on the windshield washer sprayers to try to put the fire out, all that happened was that the sprayers melted off and fell inside the hood!! Then one of the tires next to the
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  14. Gellen's Heights, Sheratan Sheratan System, Tikonov Free Rebulic Space March 11, 3029 ____________________________________ The sharp crack of a large caliber rifle firing echoed from the steep hills surrounding the local firing range followed a moment later by the metallic ping of a 0.50 cal (12.7mm) round punching straight through the armoured ferrosteel target. I let out a low whistle and let go of the rifle's grip, reflexively rotating my shoulder where the padded rifle butt had slammed back against it, I had heard that the Zeus Heavy Rifle packed a hell of a kick but those rumor
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  15. Meanwhile, aboard the Mendacius.... As fast as the impromptu awards ceremony had come together, it was over again. The crew dispersed and went their separate ways, and I was left there holding the awards and trying to process what the hell had just taken place. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't ungreatful, but it hadn't been that long ago that instead of being handed war decorations by the mysterious CEO of the company, I was sitting in his holding cell eating an MRE with a cardboard spork and periodically getting interrogated by Major Hayes, a legal adjutant, and some kind of screwed up chat
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  16. Aboard the Athena, a civilian version of the Avenger-class dropship Leaving orbit, Errai II Errai System, Davion Space March 4, 3029 ____________________________________ The deck vibrated unnervingly beneath my feet, the usual steady thrum of a dropship engine was replaced by an irregular, almost strobe like pulsation that seemed to echo from side to side of the ship. Despite this, the captain and pilot of this ship seemed not to even notice, McCoy sat encompassed in a bevy of control panels, of which only a few appeared original, maneuvering the vessel single handedly through th
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  17. C.S.V. Mendacius - Medical Bay Approaching system jump point Epsilon Eridani IV March 3, 3029 ___________________________ I attempted to process what I was seeing. A very-inebriated Steve Jenkins stood before me, bedecked in a lopsided hat, illuminated sunglasses, and a ragged, crimson pimp suit with the crotch and pockets burned completely away. A mass of bright white medical duct tape covered the man's dignity, a fact for which I was immeasurably grateful. Beside Steve stood Nathan Schmidt, his eyes squinted and bloodshot. He looked absolutely exhausted, and I couldn't say
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  18. After a hot shower and fresh close Bishop was sitting quietly in his room, with his eyes closed relaxing. The glass of scotch he was drinking nearly gone now. He had been savoring the acidic smoky flavor for the last few minutes when the door terminal peeped load. “Goddamnit” he whispered to himself. Slowly the large Mercenary stood up and lumbered with battle damaged body to the terminal. “This is Weyland” he growled. “ Lieutenant, Captain Maxwell, can you report to medical? The General wants a meeting” Bishop froze solid....did they know? What did they want to k
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  19. We heard some shouting coming from the other end of the med bay, and then some old timey rock music that started in roughly the same place as the shouting, then came barreling toward us singing “and bad mistakes, I’ve made a few…” The music player pinged off the curtain rod, sailed through the air and landed on the end of Bridget’s bed. “What the?!” she shouted and instinctively flailed, knocking it to the floor. “Share of sand kicked in my face, but I’ve,” the player sang as I picked it up and switched it off. It was one of those wearable microtape cassette players that scene teens
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  20. [i]Near Louie's bar in Knight's Ward Major city on the Carrigan Continent, Errai II Errai System, Davion Space March 4, 3029[/i] ____________________________________ I had wandered the streets in this section of the city, referred to as the Knight's Ward by the locals though for no obvious reason, for the last few hours with no real aim, I still had a few more hours to kill before I was scheduled to meet up with the mysterious contact that was supposed to have information regarding who was supplying the local gangs. Supposedly this was also intended to be the smuggler that my brot
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  21. Elsewhere on the Mendacius... I didn't know quite what to make of Steve's party. One minute, he was stumbling in drunkenly, holding himself while doing poses that were vaguely reminiscent of a Michael Jackson video, Then, he was up on the bar, jumping around and kicking over the food products in the process. A number of really nutty stunts later, Jenkins had given himself laxatives, set a nest of 'murder hornets' free on the ship, and had gone screaming out of the mess hall while being chased by the wasps, all while his pockets were exploding as a result of being filled to overflowing w
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  22. Smithon, Aurigan Coalition Deep Periphery February 2, 3028 ___________________________ "There's another lance coming in! I'm reading a pair of SDR-5V Spiders and two COM-1B Commandos. We need to knock this BattleMaster on its ass before we're outgunned!" Commander Walsh shouted, her voice punctuated by a series of background explosions as her Orion traded blows with the hostile war machine. "I see them," I murmured, wheeling Tyche, my CPLT-C1 Catapult, toward the new blips on the radar. "Lennox and Friedman - move to reinforce Walsh. I'll buy us some time. Keep that BattleMaste
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  23. In that case, Dr. Tao is our sole source of information," Major Hayes said humorlessly. "Lieutenant Weyland, do you feel up to bringing her in?" “Aye, Aye sir” whispered Weyland. The battered mercenary began to turn and walk towards the room were Kauffman had been held captive for many months. “Lieutenant.... we need her alive and able to answer question” Called the Major. “She’ll be alive and talking sir.... promise” response the Skinwalker as he entered the room now covered in a brown wretched smelling sludge. Bishop was hunting for something in the interrogation
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  24. "-and it turns out our passengers really were keeping a kidnapped CEO in our cargo bay. The fake cruise ship - actually called Mendacius, apparently - is waiting to receive him and the rest of the boarding party. Do you think you can dock cargo bay two with their adapter?" "I see them deploying it now - it looks like a match for our airlock," Gretchen said over the com channel. "Do you expect any trouble from our passengers? The computer says there's not much left of that baby's interior lock, but I could try to figure something out." "The, uh, gentlemen from the other ship have the
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  25. Crash location of Grail Lords Combat Transport (Space) VTOL Somewhere on the Carrigan Continent, Errai II Errai System, Davion Space March 3, 3029 ____________________________________ We managed to get the damaged VTOL airborne within the 5 minutes that Leftenant Isla had given us, despite the engineers originally saying it would take at least 10 minutes, and were making our way out of enemy territory at a semi-respectable speed of around 65km/h. Nowhere near our usual top speed of 108km/h but with a heavily damaged engine and nobody willing to risk using the VTOLs' jet boosters i
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  26. Berth 59 - CSV Half Moon Gellen's Heights spaceport Gellen's Heights, Sheratan III March 11, 3029 ______________________________________________________ "What about those Aegis Division guys? They looked like they had a pretty solid FBO setup back there. Maybe they could analyze it? Charles Maxwell seems like a straight shooter. They have a medical robot that's pretty high tech. I think it's got some kind of diagnoser on board." I wondered aloud. "They're hired guns, not scientists." Bishop replied. "If you had bullets in your blood stream, they could probably diagnose that. I'
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  27. RE DEUX..... MEANWHILE...... "Thanks Billie!" I said, then I gave her at least 55 C-Cents. "Keep the change." I said, I was a big spender today and she giggled at me, women dig guys who know how to blow their cash on the right things. "Also here's my phone number, not the one on the top of the card, that one got cut off, not the 2nd one either, that one goes to a Taxidermist that I had to print on there to get a discount on the cards, its the 3rd one, you'll know you called the right one if you get a sick ring back tone." Then I handed her my business card and played the ring
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  28. Elsewhere... The Crayven Corporation SUV wound its way back through the streets of Gellen's Heights' industrial district as a light drizzle of rain started to move in. I looked toward the river, occasionally visible through openings in the dense buildings. The reflections of the towering buildings in the commercial district on its far shore shimmered on the water's surface as though they were distant mirages of a life I'd never have. My eyes traced upwards to follow an enormous cargo Zeppelin that plied its way over the gigantic suspension bridge connecting both shores, while underneath,
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  29. Site 187, Aegis Division compound Outskirts of Gellen's Heights, Sheratan Sheratan System, Tikonov Free Rebulic Space March 11, 3029 ____________________________________ I nodded slowly, it was a lot of information to digest and it would take some time for all of it to sink in, especially the tour itself. While I could easily navigate my way through the plethora of underground facilities right now, at least the portion we travelled through on our tour, within a few days most of the details would be hazy at best. My memory was something of a blessing and curse, I could very quickly
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  30. Site 187 Outskirts of Gellen's Heights - Sheratan III March 11, 3029 _______________________________ Orlex Jaeger was a diamond in the rough. Despite being a jack-of-all-trades, he'd somehow managed to avoid getting poached by the big mercenary outfits the moment he set foot onto Sheratan, instead dropping from the heavens and landing squarely in our sights. To me, that represented either extraordinary luck on our part, which I largely didn't believe in, or some kind of misfortune or skeletons in the man's closet, which I considered to be a distinct possibility. The latter theo
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  31. I walked out of the depths of the DropShip and into the sunlight. It was an interesting gathering, almost like the awards ceremony from a week ago had just moved outside. Alyssa Chase was holding court with Captain Maxwell while William Kauffman, flanked by two of his escorts who were carrying an outlandish number of suitcases, traded comments with that corporate attorney, Christopher Drake, who I had dealt with earlier. There was also a new person present, someone rough-and-tumble looking who had rolled up on a triped motorbike that looked like something out of the post-apocalyptic times.
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  32. Site 187, Aegis Division compound Gellen's Heights, Sheratan Sheratan System, Tikonov Free Rebulic Space March 11, 3029 ____________________________________ "That's great to hear. We're short a few positions. What's your story?" inquired the man named Charles, the apparent commander of Aegis Division, as he lit a cigar with a practiced ease. "Well, it's a bit of a long story and I won't bore you with the details right now but in short I'm a Mechwarrior, I have my own 'mech, a 60-ton Merlin, and have roughly 15 years of combat experience, 11 of which has been mercenary/freelance
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  33. The Crayven Corporation was downright strange. All I needed was some way to contact an associate of theirs, and after calling via ship-to-ship to ask I’d spent hours being bounced around between different employees with strange titles like “Sergeant of Human Resources” and “Business Relations Private”, many of whom seemed oddly uncomfortable when I told them who I was trying to reach. Then, at the spaceport I intercepted one of the paralegals who I recognized from my meeting with Drake, and they said that a different person might be able to pass along a message, and that I shouldn’t tell
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  34. “Hold tight, Bishop," I whispered into my surreptitiously-held communicator. "We may be okay here." Bishop calmly watched the Captain Maxwell and the Crayven company man talk to the new visitors. Watching through the sniper scope the Skinwalker carefully monitored the body language of all five men, looking for signs of aggression. The scope automatically zoomed in on the well dressed man who appeared to be some government official. Bishop checked the readings being displayed in then corner of the scope. Distance, wind speed and direction, humidity and trajectory angle of the bullet’s figh
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  35. Site 187, Aegis Division compound Gellen's Heights, Sheratan Sheratan System, Tikonov Free Rebulic Space March 11, 3029 ____________________________________ In the distance I could see the tell tale flash of lights indicating an emergency vehicle and it appeared to be approaching quickly. Unsure of what exactly the local laws were pertaining to emergency vehicles I made to pull over to give them ample room and thankfully I did. The oncoming vehicle was erratically swerving all across the road as it got closer it appeared as though the engine, or at least something under the hood,
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  36. Weyland was shocked and proud to have earned such a prestigious award. Truth be told he had many awards for being wounded and for valor. His prior career as a soldier for the great House of Marik had been one of great accomplishments and achievements. Yet they all seemed hallow to him. The hulking Skinwalker thought little of medals and awards, to him, they glorified war. War was the toxic and corrosive environment that mankind could ever be apart of, yet they always found a need to justify its existence. They justified the widespread destruction, legalized homicide and glorified butcher
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  37. I watched Steve go racing out of the med bay, waving his medal around while his buckle-less belt, obnoxiously red coattails, and stray bits of medical tape fluttered in the breeze behind him. Our gathering looked at least 50% more ordinary after his departure. “General Kauffman,” I said, following the others’ lead in referring to the CEO by what seemed to be a military rank, ”how should we handle the import permits and other papers for the livestock? I have all the paperwork, but it has the folks chasing us listed as the owners, and I don’t want that to cause legal trouble for either of u
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  38. AI couldn't believe it, I had got the Crayven Corporation Medal of Valor! I was a War Hero, I had to show Nurse Olgavokavinstein, that would make her want to go to the Bar and get wrecked with me I bet. I ran into the Medical Tent where she had did the Junk Tapeage but when I got in there I was too late. She and another Doctor were making out with each other and doing moans and all kinds of other Things that you know people do who have Attraction. I couldn't believe it, I felt so betrayed, how could she do this to me? We had Magnetism and now it was gone. As I walked out of the tent I heard se
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  39. I didn't know what it was, but there was something about William's presence that struck me as...eerie. His comportment and his perfect, exacting delivery were that of a Georgian-era monarch, yet he also possessed unlikely combinations of corporate ruthlessness and childlike naivete that seemed at odds with one another. Even the presence he brought to a room was unusual - it was as though time and space seemed to warp around him in some subtle way, drawing your attention toward the singularity at the center. Even his worldview seemed slightly detached from the plane on which the rest of us exis
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  40. "OWWWWWWW!!!" I Screamed "THAT REALLY HURT!!! DON'T YOU KNOW YOUR NOT SUPPOSED TO INJURE A PERSONAL INJURY LAWYER??" I Yelled at the nurse who was putting on Anti Septic on my junk burns while I was sitting on one of the leather beds in Med Bay. "Also you're really hot, after you get done doing my Junk Bandage, do you want to go back to the MENDACIUS BAR with me and get wrecked??" The nurse laughed and giggled, I think she liked me. While she was working on my Burns, I saw Nate Schmidt come walking in. "HEY NATE, AWESOME PARTY!!" I Yelled. "OH MY GOD, what happened to your Junk??" Said N
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  41. Meanwhile... BeeDooo...beep BeeDooo...beep BeeDooo...beep "You have gotta be fuggin' kidding me...." I groaned, slapping my hand around on the accessory stand in my bunk, looking for my communicator. Eventually finding it, I stared at its blazingly-bright screen in a half tired, half drunken stupor for what seems like about half a minute before I hit the talk button. "Schmidt... what is it?" I mumbled. "This is Captain Maxwell." the voice replied. "Major Hayes and I need you to come to Med Bay." "Right now?" I asked, still not fully awake. "Yes, plea
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  42. A few minutes later... The medical bay aboard the Mendacius was small, even as compared to the one aboard the Republic. A single room with an attached office and a critical care studio, it was outfit with only six beds, an exam station, an automated dispensary, and a large workbench backed by an oversized monitor at which the attending physician could work. As a result, with the espionage vessel having taken on a relatively large number of patients compared to its capacity - Bishop, who'd only just been discharged, Bridget, our prisoners Doctor Tao and Hu Yingyi, and, of course, Steve Jen
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  43. Simultaneously... “Not really - everyone here seems to understand that we didn’t know about the kidnapping, thank god. I’m more worried about the Capellans. Our contract with them is definitely toast, but I think our new friends can help us get out of Capellan space before trouble arrives.” I took the opportunity to step into the curtained-off area surrounding Bridget's bed, glancing at Nikki to ensure that my presence wasn't unwelcome. "Hi. Alyssa Chase," I said, softly, not wanting to startle the patient. "Do all of you people dress in black?" Bridget asked, groggily. "U
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  44. A heavy thunk thunk thunk of booted feet coming up a metal ramp behind me caused me to turn around to find the souurce of the noise. I looked just in time to see 4 Crayven marines stomping up the ramp, two of them had the Capellan guy we left behind in the cargo bay full of pigs in custody, and the other two were escorting a really beat up looking and possibly not fully conscious woman with a slender build and of Asian descent. With them was Bishop Weyland, who though injured badly with a cut and a nasty gunshot wound, was walking purposefully with them like nothing was wrong at all. I nudged
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  45. Elsewhere... I listened intently as Bishop initiated the exchange with DiForenza. There was a universal code of ethics that you followed - or so I was told - if you wanted to be trusted and successful in illicit arms deals. The key principle was to never directly say what you were after, and to always navigate the deal as though the walls had ears, even if you were standing around in someone's obviously government-sanctioned gun dungeon while the arms merchant himself cradled a Pancor Jackhammer machine shotgun that was a felony to possess on fifteen worlds. It was the common thread that
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  46. LATER ON...... I sprayed a bunch of Air Freshener in the bathroom and walked out into the Bunk Room. I heard the toilet try to flush behind me, I think it might have stopped up, but I didn't hear any water go on the floor. "I FEEL LIKE A NEW MAN!!" I Yelled, we had won the war and now it was time to let it rip "WASH YOUR HANDS" Said the toilet computer. "SHUT UP!" I yelled, "YOU AREN'T EVEN HOOKED UP TO ANYTHING!!" I Yelled. Then I went over to my locker and got out my Red suit and red pants and red hat, it was my special duds for a special occasion, this was the one. I got ch
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  47. A few minutes later... The Hurry Up Bessie gave a lurch as its massive frame eased against the docking adapter of the Mendacius. The crews of both ships had been forced to perform minute and precise maneuvers to navigate the two vastly-different vessels into a hull-to-hull position that would accomplish the rendezvous that William Kauffman had requested. But the gambit seemed to have paid off; after the sounding of several loud and tired-sounding klaxons, followed by the heavy roar of atmospheres equalizing, the green indicator beside Cargo Bay One's entryway cycled on, and we'd cautiousl
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  48. PART DEUX All was darkness until.... "FIND IT!" A loud voice, whispers, and then Sensei Ronald floated out of the darkness with his glowing hair flowing behind him and he was slitting cross legged and floating in the air like a yoga guru. "FIND THE BOOK!" HOW? I begged, it was too confusing. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? HOW CAN I GET AT IT FROM HERE? IT'S LIKE HALFWAY ACROSS THE GALAXY!!" Sensei Ronald pointed at a spot. "PICK UP THOSE BARBELLS." He commanded with a loud voice. I looked, and there were barbells, but they had not been there before. I picked them u
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  49. After I had got done screaming on account of the REPUBLIC going crazy and flying into outer space with a computer virus, I put my Focus on the Wiji board that had burnt itself into the desk. While the ship was still flying all crazy, I shoved the computer off the desk to make more room for Communication. It made a huge CRASH and busted computer parts everywhere. Then everyone stared at me. "The G Forces did it!" I lied. Then I took out a pack of Cigarettes that someone had left at the station and used it as a Wiji marker. Then I put it on the START marker. I didn't know what I was suppos
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  50. PART DEUX The Surgery Crane made all kinds of gear grinding noises while Sammy cranked it over the Operating Table. It had all kinds of mechanical appendages that looked all fangorious and terrifying and I got real scared as the robot hand went over me. "Now don't worry Steve, this won't hurt a bit" Sammy said. Then he started up a Huge drill on the arm and lowered it down at me. I started screaming like a maniac as the drill got closer and closer, then it stopped right before it stabbed me in the man boobs and a laser pointer came out of it. "Why are you screaming, I was just measuring y
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