The ORION Files (Closed/Started)

[Evrant-Knight]

Velka | Tortuga Drift | The Dean's Domino Effect Casino & Bar

Looking for Work: Chapter 4 - Casino Royale [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fLelk26BlEM]​

"Oh really now? If you doing what I think you are doing, know that people have tried to corner me before, and failed, due to a lack of evidence. So why don't you just run along, and we'll both pretend this never happened." Taliesin said with a definite smug look on his face, all but committing to his crimes.

"If you truly think yourself the not-guilty party, then surely you'd agree to come with me to Station Security, I am certain we could have this all sorted out there." Retorted Velka, seeing through his deception, but playing along with his little gambit for the moment.

"Whilst I have no doubt that idea sounds nice in your head Miss, I'm afraid I don't play well with authority!" He said aloud, jabbing Velka's leg with a concealed taser in his right hand, sending a powerful electrical current through her. Whilst it hurt at first, the synth was able to power through, though she did rather, unfortunately, let go of his arm and stagger back into a machine behind her due to the surprise of the attack.

By the time she recalibrated, taking into account the voltage of the taser, Velka could see that Taliesin was attempting to make a break for it further into the casino, his two associates trailing along beside him. Visibly annoyed, Velka unholstered the Fulcrum into its assault rifle form and gave chase.

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Taliesin, Oleg and Mishka were running for their lives as they made their way through the casino, drawing some odd looks from the other patrons; most shrugging their shoulders and going back to their game, others wondering what was going on. In the meantime, the trio had switched to a private comm-link.

"Boss? Who the hell was that? And what's our game plan?"

"No idea Oleg, though judging from her stance, a far more professional breed of bounty hunter, or at the very least, a more competent hero than what we've encountered before. Certainly had no qualms about putting the hurt on someone. Christ, you should have felt her grip."

"Anyway, as for plan, we'll make our way to the top floor of the casino, and find an engineering passageway, give her a slip through those, and head back to the base to lay low for a spell whilst we plan our next move." Taliesin suggested as he barged passed a slightly intoxicated patron, causing them to spill their drink. Said patron making an obscene gesture at Taliesin before picking up his glass for another.

"Must say boss, that was a good shock with the taser you got on her, should put 'em down a while." Mishka remarked as he unholstered his pistol.

"I wouldn't count on it though brother, she looked to be pretty-" Oleg was interrupted by a sudden shot through the left arm, which caused him to let out a loud scream as he held the area around the wound in an attempt to slow the blood flow down, which wasn't helped as he continued to run.

"What the hell was that?!" He then shouted as he attempted to ignore the pain. Mishka meanwhile looked over his shoulder and saw Velka running towards them armed with what looked like some sort of rifle.

"Boss! She's gaining on us, looked like that taser of yours did nothing except piss her off!" He remarked before firing off a few rounds in Velka's direction, though they seemed to do nothing more than just bounce off, having activated her armour boost system moments earlier.

"I can see that you idiot! Shit, look, just keep running, maybe we can lose her. And Oleg, use this," Taliesin said with visible anger as he tossed a syringe over which contained a solution that should staunch the wound temporarily. By this point, the trio was halfway across the second floor and heading towards the third-floor staircase, Velka in hot pursuit.

Bar patrons were either eagerly getting out of the way, or running for cover; the guards meanwhile were busy trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

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Velka was glad that she had managed to wound at least one of the crooks, shame it wasn't Taliesin, but she figured that Captain Gantu would want him was unharmed as possible. Speaking of which, she made a call to him via her internal comms unit.

"Captain Gantu, this is bounty hunter Velka, I am in pursuit of Taliesin and his associates at The Dean's Domino Effect Casino; attempted non-violent resolution at first but failed. Suspects appear to be trying to escape via somewhere on the third floor."

"Third floor you say? Probably trying to reach a maintenance corridor no doubt. I'll try and see if I can get some of the corridors blocked off, might make your job or cornering them easier."

"Thank you. Velka out."

 

[Lunar Templar]

Shanoa had already started around the back of the 'Grinning Idiot' before Irina, having also noticed the marked cards. "Ya know. If Your going to cheat, should really be more creative then 'marking cards'." She said. before burying the pointy end of her tail in to the back of his head, through the Cerebellum and into the bit of the brain that controls most the involuntary bodily functions, like heart beat and generally 'being alive'.

"There's easier, and less 'risking slavery' methods of getting money ya know." she said as she removed her tail from the cheaters head and fell stone dead to the floor. "But the path we're on is the path we're on I guess. I guess I should start getting my 'murder' on in earnest." Turning toward the rest of the game floor, she began to 'hunt' exacuting cheaters as she found them in the same manner as the first one, quick and painless. No sense in drawing it out or being unnecessarily brutal about it like the Casino it self was with it's 'ventings'.

Besides, stabbing then leaving them meant the staff had to deal with the body's, which meant there was less prowling for cheaters. She also keept vigil over Irina's table, after all there was no reason for them to 'play fair' and deal with any cheaters that might go after her.

 

[Outcast107]

Walker sat alone in his room as music plays in the background. Looking through a few old pictures on his computer of his old teammates. Getting a chuckle out of some of them. Sighing out a bit as he grabs his bottle and takes a heavy swing of it. Turning up the music a bit as he tries to enjoy his alone time. "Heh I would say this is one for you guys..but I knew how much you hated my old songs." Laughing as he remembers his friends always joking around with him about his choice of music. Always calling him old fashion, or an old man born in a young man body.

As the song plays, Walker starts to sing along to it. "Take me down to the paradise city, where the grass is green, And the girls are pretty, Oh, won't you please take me home" Closing his eyes as he listens to the music. Kind of wishing to be born in this time where the music was amazing and not like today crap. Walker would then open his eyes and do a double check to see if any of the crew send him a message while he was remembering the good times. Seeing nothing as he sighs out, "I hope everyone stays safe out there..." Wondering if he should go out himself but decide against it. This was a big port and the likely hood of finding them was slim.

He just hoped that if something did come up, they will call for help. Leaning back in his chair as he picks up his bottle once more and finished it, and then grab another and open it up. Wanting to drink himself stupid while as he continues to look over old photos and videos and listen to his old classics songs. Though as the song came to a close, an idea came to his head for renaming his ship.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Tortuga Drift | Maintenance Corridor 35-B

Looking For Work: Chapter 5 - Dead Man's Hand [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gtvualAPI5I]​

Taliesin was furiously trying to access the controls of one of the few maintenance corridors that he still had access to, as it appeared he'd slowly been locked out of each one that he knew of. Meanwhile, Oleg and Mishka were trading shots with Velka, using an overturned slot machine as cover whilst she was stuck behind a pillar. Velka knew that she could simply trigger her advanced armour system and just tank the shots until she reached the pair, but that particular power needed time to recharge.

As for the rest of the casino, most of the top floor had been cleared out due to the panic, the second-floor area had been evacuated only around the approximate area to where the fighting was taking place, whilst the rest of it was being patrolled by heightened security, same for the first floor. Fortunately, Gantu had spoken with security and asked them to stay out of it, doesn't mean they weren't going to act if the situation was called for.

"Boss! Any luck on that door? 'Cause me and Mishka are starting to run out of ammo!" Oleg said with worried insistence, just before a shot went straight through the middle of the machine, just barely missing his right hip and almost hitting Taliesin in the shin.

"I'm working on it! Just keep that metal ***** bust a few seconds more." Taliesin replied with a few final taps on his tablet that displayed numerous lines of code before the sweet sound of ACCESS GRANTED could be overheard and the door slid open.

"Come on! Let's get out of here!" He said with renewed vigour as he bounded through the door into the dimly lit maintenance corridor. Mishka was the first to move, still firing a few shots Velka's way, but more concerned with escape than actually hitting her. Once he got through, he called for Oleg to move before fleeing himself.

As Oleg began to move, he turned to face Velka, he fired his shots with more accuracy, keeping the synth's head down as he neared the door until his gun clicked empty. Momentarily turning away to grab his last magazine of ammo, he felt something hit him in the chest, just above his heart. Looking down, he saw some kind of dart was in him, before being rendered static by a sudden burst of electricity, knocking him out and sending him to the floor, his body halfway across the threshold, but not in danger of being crushed by the door.

Shift to Velka, and she twirls her Buzzkill dart launcher before loading in a fresh cartridge and approaching the unconscious form of Oleg; checking to see if he's alive before reporting the takedown to Gantu then proceeded to enter the corridor, activating her thermal vision as she passed the threshold.

---------- Just Ahead ----------​

"Not far now Mishka, any sign of Oleg yet? Shouldn't have taken this long for him to catch up with us." Taliesin asked, his tablet displaying a map of the maintenance corridors.

"Nothing yet boss, I keep trying to raise him on comms, but getting no response. Ya don't think that synth managed to nab him do ya?"

"It's possible, you saw the way she moved, definitely military trained, her actions were precise, the mark of a professional. Chances are she managed to get Oleg whilst he gave us covering fire." Taliesin turned to look at Mishka, who was concerned about his brother's absence. "Don't worry, we'll break him out once we've gotten ourselves out of our own mess. Granted we'll probably have to leave the station as well, drawn to much heat." He then returned to the map display, following a path that would lead them closest to the hideout. After a few more minutes of silence, they came across another door, according to the map, this would put them in a storage room.

Taliesin connected his tablet to the keypad and quickly spliced his way into the controls, opening the door almost instantaneously. Gesturing for Mishka to enter first and clear the room before he entered as well. He then hooked up the tablet to the keypad on the other side and began typing a few commands.

"Right, give me a sec to deadlock this door, make sure that synth can't-" He said with a smug look on his face, just before the sound of a gunshot came from the corridor and hit the keypad, causing the circuit to short out and be rendered non-functional.

Peering in the corridor, the pair could see nothing, but as the gentle sound of metallic tapping could be heard, they slowly began to see the form of Velka appearing from the shadows.

"Hello gentlemen, I'll admit, that was some performance you put on, but here I'm afraid the final act must play out. Would you prefer to come quietly, or am I going to have to knock some sense into you?" Velka asked in a calm, genteel tone, showing herself to be unarmed. Taliesin turned off his tablet and stowed it away, before putting on a pair of leather fingerless gloves.

"As much as I'll regret it, think I got time for one more round."

"Yeah, gotta get some payback for Oleg after all." Mishka remarked as he smacked his fist into an open hand. Velka sighed in response to their decision.

"Very well then, your loss." She said before taking a fighting stance and went to swing the first punch.

 

[Outcast107]

With all the chaos going on, a newcomer comes walking into the Tortuga Sands Casino. The newcomer was one of the largest beings within the Casino. Standing at least seven feet tall with reddish skin. His body looked like it was all muscles with zero fat. His arms and legs were like tree trunks. In his mouth was a large tusk coming out of his jaw at the right side. A lit cigar on his left as he puffs and breaths it out. The strangest thing about him was his clothing was sort of earth pirates style. Though due to his massive body figure, the clothing was tearing or stretch out in some places. A large feather captain hat on his head. This being was a Raurax.

"Wat in da blazin fuk is goin on 'ere?" He said to himself. Walking around as he watches as a metal cat went to random casino goers and stab them in the neck.

Seeing no one doing anything about it as he just figure it was a new Casino security. See a seat free at a table as he sat down. The seat groaning a bit under his weight. He sees a dead body in the seat it was in as he shook his head. "Oi! Get this git outta 'ere." A few of the Casino crew quickly coming around and pulling the guy out to vent. "S-sorry Captain Yogork"

"Now..Letz get a game goin!" He said out loud as he pounds the table with his right fist. The dealer quickly setting up a new game. Dealing the cards as Captain Yogork picks his two up as he stares. "Uhh.mm...I..I.Um..." Looking at his cards closely as he scratched his head under his hat with one of his fingers.

Spoiler: Raurax

Raurax. A pre-space species that home planet has been put on a ban list from visiting or making landfall. The Raurax have a highly aggressive nature and from a long-range study, seem to be in a consistent civil war with each other. Once one war ends, another one soon takes its place. The species seem it wil never reach space-faring anytime soon. Though even with the ban going on, this doesn't stop a few organizations from visiting the planet.

Ranging from Corporations to Slavers as each has a goal in mind for the Raurax. One such event is where a slaver's ship manages to capture a large amount Raurax younglings. Though it never made to its destination as it was said to be have attack by Pirates from Tortuga. Now Tortuga has Raurax species serving as the muscles for some of the higher paying pirates.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Orion Files | Tortuga | Tortuga Sands Casino
You gotta know when to *SMACK!* ... ow...
Irina Rostikova​

[hr]

The Bloody Sands Massacre, as it would be later called by future Historians and Sociologists, was cited as being caused by an overzealous security staff, drunken attendees of the annual Fraternal order of Space Plunderers' Convention, an assassin droid shaped like a Warthog and a wager. The BSM was also cited as causing not only the death of some 345 patrons of the Tortuga Sands Casino but also the death of the tourism in Tortuga. Of course, since that was happening some time in the future, neither Shanoa nor Irina were aware of their future mentions in history books. Instead they were focused on their individual tasks.

From her perspective, the Casino Kitten thought that her Friend in Ferrous Feline Form was doing a rather admirable job, having not only eliminated a number of cheats but left their bodies slumped over in a pool of their own blood thereby causing the Casino staff to shift into maintenance mode instead of security mode. Not only did it put Shanoa ahead in the wager but it increased Irina's chip count, as some of the eliminated cheats had been sitting at her table. Sitting at her table, the Catican Mechanically Minded Merchant waited for a new player to take one of the table's empty seats

"Oi! Get this git outta 'ere." A new voice blared loudly near Irina's ear causing her to glance in the direction of the ear shattering voice's owner, a rather massive looking reddish figure dressed in what appeared to be a rather distressed Ancient Terran Ocean-Faring Pirate garb. The "git" that he had been referring to, one of the patrons whose had the eternal displeasure of being on the business end of Shanoa's tail, was dragged off with the Casino Staff muttering apologies to Captain Yogork, the man who now sat next to the Poker Playing Catican.

"Now..Letz get a game goin!" He said out loud, his fist nearly driving a hole through the table. The dealer quickly setting up a new game. Dealing the cards as Captain Yogork picks his two up as he stares. "Uhh.mm...I..I.Um.."

Glancing back over at the man, who had actually picked up his cards rather than hide them against the table, Irina was suddenly hit with a fit of pity for the Raurax, who apparently didn't understand that game that they were playing. It would have been so easy to have taken the pitiful pirate's chips but there was something about the Massive Simpleminded Marauder that kept her from doing so.

"Excuse me, Captain Yoghurt was it?" Irina asked as she tapped the Red Skinned Raider on the shoulder, "You've never played this game before have you?" She continued, gesturing at where her cards were laying on the table, indicating that he should do the same, "You're doing a pretty good job of hiding your cards from the people at the table but you should probably hide your hand from everyone behind you also."

Turning around, she pointed at a patron that had taken a great interest in the Crimson Captain's cards.

"Irina Rostikova." She introduced herself, offering a handshake.

 

[Outcast107]

"Excuse me, Captain Yoghurt was it?" Irina asked as she tapped the Red Skinned Raider on the shoulder, "You've never played this game before, have you? You're doing a pretty good job of hiding your cards from the people at the table but you should probably hide your hand from everyone behind you also."

Captain Yogork blinks as he looks at his cards and then at hers. Before doing this again as he set his cards down like Irina. "Hey...You is right!" Yogork has the biggest smile on his face. "Dis is muc' better than 'olding them."

"Irina Rostikova."

He chuckles loudly as he grabs Irina hand and shakes it wildly. Yogork was used to shaking hands with other pirates, so this handshake was rough and he shook the whole arm of Irina. Though it didn't break, her hand would be feeling sore after this just from the grip alone. "Captain Yogork." He sound loudly as he lets go.

"Wha' else ya got for me 'ittle Irina." The captain asked, seeming to taken a liking to Irina since he gave her a nickname. Before she could even answer he yelled at one of the Casino workers. "OI! Get me and my friend" points at Irina with his thumb. "da best drinks youz got! If yous gotz none..THEN GO GET SOME!"

"Yes, sir!" The Casino worker would then salute quickly and ran off. A moment later, bringing back two large mugs filled with a strange looking liquid that was greenish in color. "Ah..my favorite." Yogork grabs the mug and starts downing it.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Velka | Tortuga Drift | Security Terminus - Bounty Office

Looking for Work: Chapter 7 - Cashing Out

Roughly Fifteen Minutes Later From Chapter 6​

Merrick was busy reading an hourly surveillance report when he was interrupted by a metallic sounding cough, looking up from his reading, he saw that Velka had returned and appeared to be holding something; slightly looking over his desk, he was surprised by what he saw, it was both Taliesin and Mishka bound and gagged, and clearly unconscious.

"How the hell did the big one get a cut across the nose?" Asked Merrick as Velka dropped the bundles, the 'big one' referring to Mishka.

"He got it after I knocked his head into a shelving unit, it was what knocked him out in the end."

Further examination would reveal several bruises across the body of Mishka, who bore the brunt of attacks during the somewhat short fight that took place earlier, given that he was not a required target, unlike Taliesin. Speaking of which, Velka had pocketed the poker chip that the crook had carried on him; she wasn't going to keep it herself, as she mostly had no use for it. Merrick meanwhile pushed the intercom button to connect him with Captain Gantu.

"What is it, Merrick?" Gantu asked, clearly sounding a little frustrated.

"You gonna have to come out and see this." Merrick then cut the connection, a couple seconds later Gantu's office door slid open and out he stepped carrying a few reports of his own. It only took him a second or two to see what was going on; a large grin soon appeared.

"Well I'll be. Had a feeling you were up to the job but wasn't entirely certain." Gantu said as he knelt down near Taliesin, looked him over a couple of times before delivering a slap across the face, which woke the crook instantly. To the surprise of no one, he let out a series of muffled screams as the realisation of his situation dawned on him, that and the pain he felt in his right leg from when he was tripped up in the fight.

Satisfied with the result, Gantu stood up and looked to Velka.

"Heard what happened at the Domino Effect, quite a little skirmish if I am lead to believe?"

"Indeed Captain, I would have liked to have kept the encounter brief and relatively quiet, but it seems he had a surprise for me. Guess I've got some situational awareness practice to look into after this. And apologies for any damages caused to the Casino."

"No need to apologise, it was this schmuck that caused it in the first place. Besides, I think the money he has spliced should more than cover it. Speaking of which, you got that chip? We might need it to access his accounts."

"Here it is." Velka fished the chip out of a coat pocket and gently handed it over. Gantu examined it for a moment before putting it in a waistcoat pocket.

"You have done some nice work here Miss Velka, after a year of causing us trouble, Taliesin is finally going to be behind bars. Guess you be wanting your payment now right?"

"It would be appreciated."

"Here you go." Spoke Gantu as he passed over a black coloured credit chit. "I had the chit on standby in case you were successful. Say, don't suppose you'd be up for tackling another contract for us? Payment ain't as good as Taliesin, but it's decent enough?"

"And leave other bounty hunters out in the cold?" Velka asked nonchalantly, but with a hint of a smile.

"I appreciate the offer Captain, but I must be going. I mainly took this contract as I needed to blow off a little steam; the job before this wasn't exactly successful.[/b]"

"I see. Well should you happen to change your mind, you have my comm signal, just make sure to delete that when you leave."

"I'll take it up under advisement. Be seeing you." With that, Velka gave a quick nod towards the pair, then turned on her heels and left.

 

[FalloutJack]

So, after a whole lot of silence from Grace and no report, Elliot was starting to get worried, but she soon reappeared in the corridor he'd been hanging out in. Rather surprisingly, she seemed slightly bothered by something. Was that just a trace of a blush on her cheeks?

"Grace, is everything alright?"

"...yes, I think they'll be fine."

"What happened back there?"

"I found out there are a series of in-between places comprised of mostly-unused portions of the ships that comprise this station."

"And that's where Mar and Mary are now?"

"Yes."

"What're they...oh. I get it now. Let's not worry about those two, then. They're in good hands."

"Please don't say it like that."

Grace may've been a young woman, but the thought of engaging in the kinds of activities the Shree and their mark were doing now was not something that came first in her mind. She didn't expect it, she hadn't gotten involved in that, and she wasn't even sure if she was the type who should. It was hard for someone who's life was mercenary and expertly handling weapons to focus on that when she had never focused on that. She wasn't even sure which way she leaned, if she leaned at all. Trying to get her mind off of that, she just remembered something.

"Elliot, I need to go back to the ship."

"Alright. I'll keep this part out of the report to our client."

"Thank you."

Why was she going back? Well, there was still the manner of Irina's training, actually... So, getting back to the Sweet Child, Grace found a sheet of paper and a pen, and wrote up the following notice to put up on the door to the Redeemer...

Irina,

It has been suggested that you require training from someone
who actually understands how to pilot a space vehicle.
You will report to me for lessons on this, and you will take
them all seriously. Blame Ed if you don't like it.

-Grace​

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Orion Files | Tortuga | Tortuga Sands Casino
Table under the drunk...
Irina Rostikova​

[hr]

It appeared that her new friend's name was Captain Yogork and he had quite the firm grip. As his massive hand encircled Irina's more slim one, she could hear the knuckles cracking and popping as he gave her a rather enthusiastic handshake. She had half a mind to order some cielnuts, a rather delicious plant seed that was encased in a tough shell that usually required power tools to crack.

"Wha' else ya got for me 'ittle Irina." The Fancy Looking Pirate Captain asked, the nickname causing the Catican Mechant Mechanic to wince slightly, content with the fact that at least it wasn't "Ball-Irina," a name that one of her clients from her former life had given her after asking her to dance provocatively in order to close a deal.

"Well... Texas Hold'em isn't the most complex game here but..." the Cute Casino Kitty started to say, warming up to explain the rules and strategy behind the Terran card game.

"OI! Get me and my friend best drinks youz got! If yous gotz none. THEN GO GET SOME!" The Colorful Captain called out, his speech patterns causing even Irina's translator to wince. Drinks, however, seemed like a good idea considering the type of gambling student that Captain Yogork was bound to be.

"I guess it's not gambling unless you're having fun..." she said weakly as the casino staff delivered a rather large and umbrella'd drink that appeared to be a radioactive red... since it literally bathed the smoke floating off the drink's surface a bright red color. Eyeing the drink, Irina dubiously commented on the beverage's appearance, "This doesn't look healthy in the very least."

Turning to her newly found friend, she noted that he had already finished his and was waiting politely for her to finish her's before ordering another round.

"Okaaaaay. Here goes nothing."

------------------------------Several Drinks and Hands Later------------------------------​

"Wh...wass thaht?" A slightly slurry alcohol sponge slurred as she patted down her body looking for the source of the annoying beeping before realizing that the beeping was coming from inside her head, "Teh daahm casino puht a bugh in mah drinkz!! Waaait. Waaait a secnnd! Ish juhst a message."

Irina,
It has been suggested that you require training from someone
who actually understands how to pilot a space vehicle.
You will report to me for lessons on this, and you will take
them all seriously. Blame Ed if you don't like it.

-Grace

The Catican At the Casino that you wish you didn't start a conversation with eyed the message, reading it several times before the her brain addled alcohol registered the messages meaning. Taking another long swig of the rather strong radioactive red drink, Irina eyed her cards and her growing chip stack.

"I.... *hic* I'll need s'more drinkz befur I can deep with Grace..." Irina slurred, tossing down a pair 2 and 7 down on the table in disgust, "HEY! HEEEEEY! SHANOA!!! MOAR DRINKZ!!!!!"

 

[Outcast107]

Captain Yogort was drinking to large mug at once while the drunken cat woman yelled for her robot friend. Slamming them down at once as he let out a large burp. "Aha HA hA ha...Ahh..Dis..Dis is da best night I had in..a..uh...While!" Yogort laughs loudly as he put his massive left arm around Irina and pull her in closely, while his right arm grabs the guy to the right in as well. Giving them a big hug, "L-lets...Lets sang some songs! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He let out as he starts to sang, though anyone nearby would have to cover their ears to block out the horrible singing.

"'WHAT WILL WEZ DOZ WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR! WHAT WILL WEZ DOZ WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR! WHAT WILL WEZ DOZ WITH A DRUNKEN SAILOR, EARLY IN DA MORNING!" At this time one of the casino's workers came to clean up the bottles and put down a fresh one for Yogort. He quickly grabs it and chugged it down, but hitting his limit as he falls back and a huge crash is heard. Snoring loudly as he lay there.

An hour later, an older man would walk in with a few men. Looking around the place as he would soon spot Yogort and shake his head lightly. He whispers to his men and they got to work to grab Yogort and help him out. Anyone nearby would hear them say, "Come'on Captain, Time for restin."

"Daaaaawah...but I wanna..'ang out wit me new friend soommmmess 'ore" He said in a slur state as the guys helping him were straining to keep him up. The Older man went up and spoke with someone who was part of the Casino's management, though mostly whisper while the Older man handed over some Credits for the drinks and any damages that Yorgort might have done.

-One Week Later-

During the week, Walker was informed that the ship was going to get more than just a standard repair, It was going to be refitted a bit to make sure whatever they were delivering for Mr.Watts makes it to its location. Giving the crew a small R&R for longer then they thought they would have. With this, Walker had Pitt try to search for any information about their unexpected guest at the Warehouse.

During this, Walker went to get some supplies for the ship by selling off some of the extra cargo they didn't need at this time. Once the week was up, Walker was informed about the repairs and refits being done. Though this was the start of his problems for today.

-At the ship-

"WALKER!!!!!!!!" Pitt screamed at the captain as he angerly walks towards him. Walker letting out a long sigh as he knew this was going to be a headache.

"What is it, Pitt?" He asked as he sort of knew what was wrong already.

"Look! Do you see what they did! HMMM! DO YOU!?!?!?!" Walker looked up at the ship and seen the refits, though nothing too wrong with it besides the rush patch up parts. "The ship its ruin, RUIN I TELL YOU! We can't leave yet. I have to fix all these mistakes...ALL OF THEM!" Pitt looking up at the ship as he put his hands on his helmet. "Ugh, So much work to do! SO MUCH WORK!"

"Look Pitt.." Walker started, "I know how you like to run things..but we need to get going for Mr.Watts. I'm sure his men know what they were doing and just had to make quick repairs and refits. We also need to get our asses out of here and do the job so we can get some money..plus I really don't want to stay here for another week just to let you do repairs.."

"Ha...haha..HA.HAHA.>HAHAHAHAH!" Pitt started laughing as he looks up at Walker. "A..A week you say? IT WILL TAKE ME A MONTH TO FIX ALL THIS!" Pitt waving his arms all around. "I should have been doing this instead of going on a Wild goose chase!"

Walker sigh as he put his face in his right hand. Rubbing his forehead lightly. "We'll talk more about it later..just..just go back to your workshop and relax."

 

[Athol]

-The Next Morning-

Mary awoke to a few things; the tell-tale ?buzzing? sound in her head of a hangover/on coming sobriety, the slightly heavy and warm sensation of a larger body pressed against her, which included a not unwelcome hand resting on her chest and the slightly stiff feeling that resulted from falling asleep with one or more of her prosthetics attached.

Opening her eyes slowly, the dimly lit room gradually came into focus as she replayed the night before; the drinks, a bit of flirting, a good brawl?a slight shifting confirmed that the bruises were coming along nicely?and then into the backrooms with an overly amorous Shree. Turning her head slightly, Mary smiled at the softly snoring Mar. Now, her reaction is going to be interesting? She thought as she went to sit up; unfortunately that was when she realized her left arm was pinned under her larger companion. She tried pulling free a few times, but lacked the leverage. Fortunately, she still had her right attached, so after a few pokes to Mar?s exposed torso she was able to extract herself. ?C?mon sleepy.? She yawned. ?Best we get back ship-side.?

-Now-

?Okay, the transfer just came back green, I?ll send the loader your way now.? Mary said, talking to a comm screen in the cockpit of her fighter as it resting in her hanger. ?Did you think I?d try and cheat you?? Came the reply from Zernedi male, his four eyes blinking in sequence. ?Zaxs, I trust you about as much as you trust me.? She replied with a grin. ?Ouch,? Zaxs chittered. ?Well in this case it seems both parties made out well?later Red.? ?Later.? With that the feed was cut.

Outside of the fighter, an autonomous cargo loader was picking up the last of the small arms that Mary had ?acquired? from the botched Chronus job to take them to their new owner, one Zaxs Betharid Vesde, one of Tortuga?s many arms dealers. She?d had enough stock, and the guns were good enough, that she?d actually managed to spark a little bidding war for them and had ending up splitting the guns into two lots and selling them both for more than she?d figured she was going to get for the whole load.

Add to that the sale of the mech and her old fighter, and Mary was a happy girl?granted she?d then turned around and blown a lot of those credits on munitions, fuel and a few upgrades and mods to her new ship, but even after that her account was up to a healthy 500k.

With that business handled, she returned to what she?d been doing before Zaxs? call had come in, finishing integrating some new toys into her ?Spectre?. She?d had Shipbreaker?s people remove the shield generator from Stumpy before she sold it and had them install it into the Air-to-Ground weapons bay; since the fighter was so much newer and actually had some power to spare, the shield was turning out to be more reliable than it had been, but it still wasn?t prefect. The other work she?d had done involved the gutting of the rear cockpit and the installation of a ECM/CCM unit out of an old TGRN Mare Imbrium class corvette. With all of that tied together and overseen by the fighter?s VI, the crew of the Sweety now had a nasty little surprise on their side.

With the loader away and the hanger pressurized once more, Mary had the canopy open and some music playing as she worked.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Orion Files | Tortuga | Sweet Child of Mine | Hanger
One week later
Irina Rostikova​

[hr]

Irina heavily sighed the sigh of annoyance as she sat behind the rather rudimentary controls of a rented shuttle, her eyes locked on the heavily neoned casino seated just on the other side of the shuttle's canopy. Ultimately the wager between Irina and the casino was declared a wash by those who were truly in charge of the establishment, their reasoning was that the pit boss who had made the wager was not authorized to make such a decision and that he was getting a kick back from the Cat House for any new girls he sent their way. It wasn't all for naught though, for a nominal fee, Shanoa and Irina were to hold their tongues regarding the matter while the Casino claimed that the spike in deaths were the result of an assassin bot with faulty facial recognition. Anyone who claimed otherwise was bad mouthing the Casino and those who ran it, who were not the type of people who took lightly to rumor mongering.

Of course the negotiations towards a resolution where everyone was happy weren't the smoothest that Catican Merchant/Mechanic had been involved with, what with the Casino being used to threatening the mortal lives of any who crossed it and Shanoa not exactly being mortal, but there came a point where Irina could only stare incredulously as Shanoa threatened to reduce the Casino little more than a building with a whole bunch of non-functional equipment and a severe lack of credits for repairs.

"I'll be back inside a week to get revenge if you kill us. After all it won't be that hard to sneak my way onto this station leave you in ruin, and be off the station before anyone knows what happened. I'm REALLY good at rigging systems destroy themselves after all." Shanoa had stated bluntly.

It was somewhere between the threat of future property damage and the loss of future profits that the Casino finally decided that killing Irina was not the best option, since they were probably already going to have to boost their security based on the number of families and pirate outfits that would be looking for revenge. Trying to fend off a relentless, tireless killer of meatbags was just budget breaking.

So how had Irina spent the last week of her down time in Tortuga? Well, she'd spent quite a deal of time trying to make a fully functional mount for the weapon that Shani had purchased from Crazy Sal, she'd also worked on using rebuilding SARA-00735's muscular system using the nano-agents purchased from Crazy Sal. Finally there was the Grace's flight training... which had been painful on the first day, considering Irina's hangover.

It was quite obvious that Grace was never meant to be a teacher, since no parent in their right mind would leave their children alone with Grace for more than a couple of seconds. Of course, that was only Irina's personal opinion about the woman, considering their prank filled history. Despite having the manners of a Borrian Bear, the mercenary turned out to be a competent instructor and managed to teach the ship denting newbie pilot a few things... none of which was particularly useful for being a testing platform for a weapon that had not been fired in an unknown number of years.

"Shani, Ed, are you both locked in?" Irina said of the comms as she started her preflight checks, "Though, if you think about it, being locked in might not be the best option if that thing malfunctions..."

"While I always will welcome an opportunity for field testing a weapon, why must I be outside of the craft with Shanoa again?" The Colossal Mountain of Cat Meat asked as he double checked his magnetic boots.

"Because if something goes wrong, you're going to help Shani chuck the weapon overboard before it destroys the shuttle and we lose our deposit." Irina quipped as she powered up the engines, "Now... any objections, Shani or Edward?

 

[Lunar Templar]

With the non sense at the Casino behind them, Shanoa spent her week divided between upgrading her mechanical frame to be more combat capable. Which really just meant targeting systems and a tweak to the drivers in the legs to handle weapon recoil better.

and

Working on that encrypted Data Spike as it was of more interest to her then the TGR locked one. After all, anything that heavily locked down HAS to be containing something interesting inside it. That and the way the encryption was set up defied typical encryption methods, leaving her normal hacking routines less effective then normal, not that it really bothered her. If fact it was kinda hard to pull her away from said 'puzzle' some times.

But now, she was standing out side a shuttle, with Ed, and an old weapon on her back. She was running a few final checks. making sure the rifle was pointing where she was looking, and locking on and zooming in on things like she should, and making sure the Rifles 'Anti-Armor' as it was listed in it's system, activated like it should. Which visually, just caused the barrel to split and open up a little bit, as well as keeping an eye on the energy levels in the weapons barrel/rails and generator.

"Everything appears to be green on my end, just gimme something to 'do science' on and we'll see what this thing can do." Shanoa replied as the weapon hummed to life for the first time in who knows how long. The hum and the general 'feeling' of her waiting for a target to be presented felt so ...

Nostalgic, familiar, to her.

To say nothing of the weird feeling of 'completion' she had now that the gun was 'back in her possession.' Though that she chalked up to it being a part of her past. Ether way, she liked the feeling.

"That one looks good" Shanoa said after a moment, relaying the image of a fairly large rock, only about the size of the shuttle she was 'glued to' at the moment, and not to far from their current location.

Once in range, Shanoa began the firing tests, starting in the 'Anti-Personnel' mode. The Rifle, so far at least, seemed to be functioning as intended. Though the rate of fire was a bit sluggish due to the charge time, but since it was pretty clearly a rifle intended sniper operations, it wasn't a big deal, but still an issue that would need to be looked it later. The damage done to the rock in this mode was, really pretty minimal. But it was making some noticeable dents, so despite the age it still had plenty of stopping power behind it.

Shanoa then switched to 'Anti-Armor' mode, and let it power up to that modes required charge level, keeping a sharp eye on the charge cycle for any irregularity's. Shanoa, re-anchored her self, giving her self a stronger stance to handle the increased power of this mode, then fired.

and was immediately surprised by the fact it pushed her back a little, a solid 7 inches worth of fresh scratch marks on the shuttle hull from her being forced back. She was also receiving errors from the mount it self from the stress put on it from firing, from the weapon it self, due to heat generation. Though the emergency cool-down protocols seemed to still function correctly as the whole thing just shut down once it 'red-lined' to vent and cool.

The damage to the rock the was significant though, a whole chunk had been blown off and there was a pretty serious crack through out the rest of it.

"Anti-Armor in-deed. It seems to work just fine. But we'll need to go over it with a fine toothed comb to address the effects of who knows how long worth of sitting in a box." Shanoa said to the Catican Company she was currently in. "Re-enforcing the mount to handle the alt fire mode is gonna need to be done." She continued as she noticed a few minor errors in her legs, also stress related. "And ... well, work. lots of work."

 

[Texas Joker 52]

Tortuga Drift | Shore Leave | Dead Orbit Privacy Room
"Not while I'm hungover..."​

[hr]

-The Next Morning-​

The first thing that Mar was aware of when she slowly came to consciousness was that her head was throbbing with the kind of pain she had only felt a scant few times before: The pain of one hell of a hangover, because she had clearly overdone things the night before. The next things she was immediately aware of were a variety of sensations: The fact that her mouth was dry and there was an odd lingering taste on her tongue; That she was in a bed with someone else pressed against her; And lastly that both of her true-hands were currently squeezing something that felt both firm, yet soft. She felt her bed partner shift a little before a familiar voice spoke.

"C'mon sleepy. Best we get back ship-side."

Mary? The Shree's brow furrowed a little as she slowly stirred awake and opened her eyes, fully intending to tell last nights companion to get the hell out while she got dressed and hashed things out with Mary. She woke face-to-face with Mary herself, naked and in her arms.

Mar flinched backwards with what could only be described as a squawk, only barely catching herself before she fell off of the privacy rooms bed.

"Mary?! What the fuck are we doing in bed togeth--" she began to protest, before reaching up with all four hands to clutch at her skull as the throbbing worsened, "Oooooh, my head..."

As she pushed herself up so that she sat on the bed, she took that moment to both try and will the pain to lessen, and to try and recall the night before. Most of it was in a haze, but she remembered more Mind-Crawlers than was strictly prudent, going bar hopping with an amorous Mary, getting into a bar fight and then... Her eyes popped open and a look of scandalized shock passed over her features. It took her a moment to look up at the nude ex-pirate before she swallowed, hard.

"I remember now," she said hoarsely, "And I have to admit this is a first for me. Let us never speak of this again."

[hr]

-One Week Later-​

Upon learning that the Sweet Child of Mine wasn't just getting repairs, but a full refit, Mar realized that she was going to have a lot of time to herself. Which meant that she had time to take care of more than a few of the lingering things that had been nagging at her since signing up with the ORION Company. First of which was performing minor repairs and a repaint of her Devil-Fish.

Second of which was finally personalizing the Hellbat fighter that she had recently... 'Requisitioned' from Chronus. Since Pitt had given her an all-clear regarding any hidden bugs or other unpleasant surprises that Chronus might have had in store for her, that meant she had full reign to properly refit the controls, name and paint it. And over the course of a week, she had done exactly that.

As she stood in front of the freshly painted Peace Lily, she sighed happily and nodded once in satisfaction. The irony of a fighter ship even having 'Peace' in the name wasn't lost on her, but it seemed appropriate given the paint-job she had given it. She had decided to give it a rather more 'retro' paint job, consisting of a cream-colored base, bands of a rather washed-out orange, and maroon peace lilies on both the main body, and smaller ones winding around each main thruster. The business end of each thruster had also been given a classical checkerboard band them in black and white. All-in-all, she was rather satisfied with the results.

That left one last item on her agenda: A proper test-flight.

 

[FalloutJack]

It was, admittedly, the first time she had instructed anybody in anything...but Irina was hardly a model student.

Let us review, shall we?

First, there was the fact that while she was patiently awaiting the Catican's return while cleaning her sniper rifle, Grace had learned that she was apparently spending her time getting drunk and holding up a casino with Shanoa. It's times like this when you really consider that the rifle in your hands should be put to constructive use. After Irina had recovered from her hangover enough to be considered safe to operate a console, she had been taken out for some maneuvers, the basic stuff that she seemed to fail to grasp that'd led to a broken airlock and the Archer nearly separated from the Sweet Child in a heavy combat situation. Seriously, the only thing that'd saved her from being the victim of a ton of glue and feathers that she'd seen someone selling on Tortuga was Ed's rather competent diplomacy. The large purple Catican had been unexpectedly constructive and Grace couldn't fault his simple logic.

In retrospect, maybe he wanted both of them to suffer.

Irina complained, called Grace a slave-driver, a nagging old widow, and a heartless bitchy drill-sergeant. Grace had asked Elliot if he knew anyone like that during his time in TGR. He said no, because it's bad for morale to be completely heartless. The rest was up to the individual. She knew that she herself wasn't so bad, considering that the goal here was completely reasonable and would prevent damage to any of the ships. Even still, the female Catican needed some serious micromanagement to get it right faster than slow, because she kept saying the right way was too slow and she'd get shot. How did she ever manage a ship before now? Elliot piloted the Archer like a true professional, and so did she, after a while.

And so it came to be that after a week of this nonsense that Elliot brought her a cup of coffee in her room while reviewing the whole shebang.

"Thank you."

"Caticans are similar to the actual cats, in ways, so they don't train well, sometimes. It's probably why Irina's out in a situation like this."

"I know, but...this is why I leave the leadership to you. You know what you're doing. Ever though we're a team and we work together, I know where I stand with your initiative. I can't depend on someone like Irina."

"We'll work on it. And if she doesn't catch on quick, I'll let her know she has a very noticeable bald spot in a place that's hard to check out."

That produced a snerk from the white-haired one. At Hogwarts, they'd call that mischief managed.

"Now, I hear that the captain's got us a job coming up. Should be soon, since the refit is done, except I heard Pitt shouting at him. Until then, though, why not do something a little fun, for a change?"

"Like what?"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>


Mar would get a message from Elliot on her personal line, via the ship's network.

-Hello, Mar. Elliot here. I understand you've been working on a new piece of work, but it hasn't been out for a test flight yet. Why not work out some of the kinks with the Archer? We can even fire some of our decoys as obstacles.-

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Orion Files | Tortuga | Sweet Child of Mine | Hanger
A Three Hour Tour...
Irina Rostikova | Edward Aubergine​

[hr]

~thud~

~SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!~

"There goes the deposit..." That Novice Space Jockey muttered to herself as she worked the controls to stabilize the rickety rental craft. The next time they decided that they wanted to test fire an untested weapon, they would definitely have to use something with a bit more mass than a four seat Foundry Brick. Besides the loss of the rental deposit, the Minnow's acting captain had also lost the ship's automated stabilizers, probably due to the recoil of Shani's miniature battleship cannon, resulting in the ship performing a series of involuntary barrel rolls.

"Stop wrenching the controls!" Grace's voice ordered in the back of Irina's mind, her voice sounding unusually bitchy for someone who supposedly cool under fire, though it might have had to do with the fact that she'd uttered that exact phrase some thirty to forty times during the first hour of training. Whatever the case was, Captain Kittyhawk loosened her grip on the controls, recovering control of the ship in practically no time... practically.

"Perhaps I should not have had breakfast this morning..." Edward said over the comms, his voice filled with a hint of motion sickness. There was a slight pause as the Purple People Mangler examined something, "It appears that the mount sustained some damage from the second test firing. I think it best to head back to the ship and work on reducing the amount of recoil generated by the weapon before we test it again."

Edward was the real Captain on this three hour tour... the captain of all things obvious.

"Alright... heading back towards the Sweetie." Irina said as she moved to fire up the main engines... or tried to fire up the main engines. As the Catican Merchant/Mechanic attempted to start up the engines, two things happened. First, the ship did not gain any forward velocity. Second, the ship's diagnostics stated that they were out of fuel due to a rupture fuel line located right around where Edward and Shanoa were standing, "Or... maybe the Sweetie can come pick us up..."

"Irina... I believe that the shuttle may have sustained some damage..." Edward stated over the comms, the ship's external showing the Colossal Catican Shock Trooper pointing at an expanding mist of frozen fuel.

"Great... another thing that Grace is going to blame me for..."

 

[Evrant-Knight]

The day after Velka's contract work against Taliesin Rafe, she had overheard from Captain Walker that the Sweet Child of Mine was going to be going under a rather extensive refit and that the ship would be unsafe to fly for approximately a week; she began to rethink on her stance regarding Captain Gantu's offer for more contract work.

No doubt it would bring in a small sum of credits, and perhaps she could use some of those credits to upgrade/expand her arsenal of equipment, as whilst she had the means to engage her foes at distance, she lacked the sufficient to means for close-quarters engagements; something that would of certainly been helpful for the previous contract. So after recalibrating her gear, she got in contact with the Captain and requested a few contracts.

So over the course of the week, Velka took care of her assigned contracts with a greater degree of subtly, and less property damage than before. The contracts given were mainly those who were trying to muscle on some of the businesses that operated in and around Tortuga Drift.

In fact, by the end of the week, a rumour started to circulate regarding her efforts, though they didn't directly mention her. Something of a fanciful tale, though it did get something resembling a chuckle out of the Reshani, was that a so-called 'spectre of vengeance' had descended upon the station, causing some small-time criminals to turn themselves in, in fear of being visited by such a creature. By the end, Velka had personally dealt with a dozen contracts and had put an end to a few small gangs in the process; all in all, a good job in all respects.

True to her word, part of the credits she received from bounty hunting went on a couple of new weapons that she purchased from a male Reshani, one who, judging from the numerous scratches and scars she could see on his plating, had seen a fair bit of action. The weapons in question were manufactured S.A.I (Seburo Arms International); which according to the Reshani, were the most recent incarnation of an ancient Terran company. Based on their design and functionality, they were an assault rifle [http://nxcache.nexon.net/umbraco/6633/seburo-c-30.png] and a pistol [http://www.imfdb.org/images/8/8f/Seburom5l.jpg].

According to the salesman, whilst they weren't a top of the line model, they made up for it in terms of functionality, adaptability, and a surprisingly light carry-weight. Supplied with them were a box of ammunition for each, attachable suppressors, and red dot sights. It was fortunate for Velka that the ammunition they used was of a common type, which meant that resupply wouldn't be as big an issue. Following those purchases, she went and picked up a tactical webbing vest for her new weapons, some tools to modify them with to suit her frame, along with a couple of long coats to wear.

--- Present Time ---

After making the final adjustments to the combat rigging and making sure it could fit over her both when she was and wasn't wearing a long-coat, Velka decided to see if anyone else needed help with something; or if there was something they wanted to do. She knew roughly where some of the others were going to be, in and around the hangar, for the most part, so headed in that general direction.

--- Five Minutes Later ---

"Ha...haha..HA.HAHA. HAHAHAHAH!" At the sound of this rather manic laughter, Velka ducked into a nearby alcove so as to remain unseen. Peering out, it appeared such a caterwaul was being made by Pitt as he wildly waved his arms about in the presence of Captain Walker. "A..A week you say? IT WILL TAKE ME A MONTH TO FIX ALL THIS! I should have been doing this instead of going on a Wild goose chase!" It appeared as though that the engineer didn't approve of the repairs and refits that had been done to the Sweet Child, seemingly finding fault with everything.


Judging from the Captain's expression, Walker didn't have the same opinion, "We'll talk more about it later..just..just go back to your workshop and relax."

Stepping out from the alcove, Velka approached the couple, giving out a small cough to signify her presence.

"I take it you find fault with the work that has been done then, Mr Pitt?"

 

[Athol]

?And that is that!? She muttered with no small amount of satisfaction as she put the finishing touches on the install of her new kit. The Shipbreaker?s people were good at the physical installation, but she had to do a few tweaks here and there to get the UI working the way she preferred; but now that that was done it was time to do something more interesting.

Taking advantage of the open cockpit to stretch, she did so before strapping on her helmet and prepping to launch; like normal she was already wearing her flight suit. After a brief pre-flight, Mary pushed out into space. Still gotta give her a proper name, and maybe a little nose art. She?d seen some of what Mar had done to her fighter, but that was a bit much?and anyways if they can see you, you?re probably way to damn close.

Still coasting on inertia, a thought struck her. Lilith?s Hand?I like that? Typing it into a screen to save it for later, Mary did a quick scan to get a fix on local traffic when she spotted something?off. One of the rickety rental shuttles was drifting along with its engines off, near-ish to one of Tortuga?s many tiny natural satellites. Curiosity got the better of her, so she started to boost towards it while tagging the junker with a more detailed scan. ?No wonder she?s not moving much.? She murmured and the scan gave a return on what could only be an expanding cloud of fuel.

Wait a sec?didn?t Irina mention something about renting a shuttle to get some flying time in? As she got closer, she brought up an external cam and zoomed in on the craft, and spotted the distinct shapes of both Ed-plant and Shanny mag-locked to the shuttles hull. It took her a few moments to find the right channel, before transmitting, ?Hey Kitty, it?s Red.? She comm?d to the stricken craft. ?You had any other failures or just the fuel lines?? A simple ?Out of Gas? would mean that she could do a proper retrieval, go back to Sweety get one of the haulers, tow ?em back etc; but if there were other system failures, she?d have to improvise with what she had on hand.

 

[Outcast107]

Pitt seems to want to continue the argument until Velka step from the shadows.

"I take it you find fault with the work that has been done then, Mr. Pitt?"

"Ugggh.." Pitt let out a sigh as Velka was one of the last few people he wanted to chat with. Though since seem that Walker wasn't going to do anything about it, he might as well as rant to Velka about it. Though before he could say anything, Walker stepped up and chuckle.

"Trust me Velka, you wouldn't want to stay here after five minutes of hearing Pitt rant about something," Walker said as he pulled out a drinking flask and unscrew the lid and took a sip. Before screwing the lid back on and putting it back into his vest pocket.

If anyone could see Pitt face, they would see a pure hatred glare at Walker. Though Pitt snapped out of it and started to rant to Velka about the shoddy patch works the crew did to the ship. "Oh and Velka, Meet up at the briefing room within ten minutes. Going to go over what we go to do to pay this off." Walker said as he started to head inside the ship. He would use his comms to send out a message to his team.

"This is Walker, everyone meet up in the briefing room within probably thirty minutes. If you need me, just message me"

Walker said as he then started to head towards the Prison cells within the ship. Wondering how their prisoner was doing at this moment. He had a few of his crew watch over her and to make sure she was treated fairly. He really didn't have a need to mistreat her yet.

Meanwhile

A message would be blinking on Elliot and Grace computer. It seems Captain Williams had finally sent a message back.

Hello again. Sorry for the..delay. I've been trying to find out what the hell happen without getting caught. It seems whatever happen on that planet of your is a hot topic right now within the TGR. They're trying to cover up everything about it and it seems info is leaking out through their fingertips here and there. Though I can't say if this information is 100% accurate, it should provide some clues to you guys more then me. Sending the data to you now.

The data files contain files from Sasleyria News before the TGR and Chronus forces put a blockade around the planet. Pictures of a politic movement happening within the city. A small-time party that was trying to encourage people to support a move to join up with one of the three major powers within the galaxy and to fully break away all ties with the TGR and to join up with the Corus Sphere. Though from the pictures provided, they didn't even look like a threat, unlike the ones the Orion group ran into. Until one shows up that show a very familiar soldier's armor in the background. With a time stamp that was taken two weeks before the TGR showed up.