May 4th 106AU
Location: Shuttle Bay 18, Inner Habitation Ring, Orbital Station: Gateway
Time: 1140hrs EST
It’s approaching the busy lunch hour and the streets of the city are crowded with bodies moving to and from their places of work, either going to get lunch or bringing a purchased meal back to work to eat. It’s such a commonplace scene, with the tarmac pavement and paved sidewalks, the street front cafe seating and the hover cars zipping by, an onlooker might mistake it for any other city. Until they raised their eyes to the sky to see a quadrant of Planet Earth dominating the sky before a backdrop of stars. Of course, CIVIC Director has very carefully backlit the dome that encloses the central business and habitation area of the city so that the ambient lighting resembles daylight on Earth, but not so much that it blots out the spectacular views of the planet the station orbits.
As a result of it being the middle of the working day, many people are out and about near Shuttle Bay 18.
Jennifer Brontes is not out and about on this fine day. She was approached by a company doing business on Gateway with an interesting proposal. The proposal was to use any and all means to access their computer system and, to prove she managed to get past their security, she was required to deactivate the company’s internal defense system and communications network. If she was successful in this endeavor, she would receive the other half of the $12,500 she was promised.
Trystan Ravenscar is definitely planning to be out and about. It’s a good warm day and the pretty ladies are wearing summer dresses. A perfect day to see and be seen. There’s a nice park down near Shuttle Bay 18 that’s well known for trendy young ladies to eat their lunch as well as a fair few nice cafes and restaurants that put a nice spread on at about this time. The only questions are, where to go first and what to wear?
Matias Rosalez isn’t actually on Orbital Station: Gateway. You had a long and boring meeting with your father, with your lack of commitment to undergoing Psionic surgery being the primary matter of discussion. Again, you outright refused and, again, your father went into a rage and again threatened to cut you loose from the family and any hope of an inheritance. You’d all but stormed out of the house, but your mother had pulled you aside and promised to send funds to your personal accounts so that you didn’t have to suffer. On checking your accounts on the short flight back into orbit, you did indeed find a comfortably large sum of cash clearing. Your shuttle is due to dock at Shuttle Bay 18 in about ten minutes and the flight attendants are clearing the First Class cabin and preparing for docking. Time for another glass of champagne?
Seung Han Bi has had a shitty morning thus far. You’ve spent most of the morning trying to stir up trouble in the freight embarkation and debarkation area of Shuttle Bay 18. Already, Gateway PD have moved you on or threatened to arrest you. Fascists. they’re standing in the way of legitimate protests and endorsing the illegal behavior of the UEF. Gateway Station is supposed to be independent of the UEF, why does it act like an appendage to it? You are flipping off a GPD pig just as your phone bleeps and you get a message:
Sounds like a plan, yes?
Ryan Woods has a meeting. It’s an important one, too. Someone needs a pilot and they need an experienced pilot who’s flown in combat. Sounds like a job worth paying the big bucks for. Also, it’s going to beat the fuck out of the boring ‘there and back’ short-haul flights you’ve been racking up in that beat-up rental shuttle you’ve been forced to use. Apparently the client has offered you a hefty pay packet, plus a bonus for expedient delivery and they’ll be providing the bird. Yeah, it smells a bit suspicious. Yeah, it could be dangerous. But fuck, it’s gonna be time in a bird that’s likely to not smell like an elderly male yak has taken a piss in the pilot’s seat.
Pandora Wicke was minding her own business when there was that familiar crackle of static somewhere in the back of her datahub and that familiar sensation of someone peeking. Before you could trace it back, the static was gone, but you were no longer alone. He’s here. DEFENSE Director. Your ‘boss’. He’s dressed in an archaic dress uniform, olive green fabric with gold lanyards and a peak cap with an eagle on it. There’s four stars on his epaulets and his bushy grey mustache was immaculately generated.
“I’m not going to waste time. We’ve got solid intel that something of critical importance is going to go down at Shuttle Bay 18. The intel says its going to be noon time. Get there. Prevent it. If you can’t prevent it, work damage limitation and suspect elimination. Go.”
With that, he dematerialized. Well, shit.
Valeria Marquez is having a strange morning. One of your contacts advised you that a client awaited you at The Dandelar Club. On arrival and on giving your name and profession, you’re shown into a back office. Seated at a simple desk in an antique reclining office chair is a guy you could only describe as unsettling. But you know him. If not personally, then by reputation. Hutchinson. The guy has a rep that makes even the deadliest enforcers pause and go pale. Ostensibly, he runs a club that caters to all people. Ostensibly, he’s a legitimate businessman. It’s rumored he is a drug trafficker, a producer of some of the best recreational chemicals not just on the station, but on the planet below. It’s also rumored that he has a vicious streak wide enough to put every Tha’Kar on Earth on without them spilling over the sides. And you’re stood in from of him.
“Hi, do have a seat.”, he says, indicating the chair on the opposite side of the table. There’s dried bloodstains on the back of the chair.
You take a seat, rather than risk the displeasure of Hutchinson.
“I have a job for you.”, he says, as you sit, “I need you to go to Shuttle Bay 18 and collect a parcel from one of the passengers. You’ll know him, because he has a purple orchid in his suit’s buttonhole. Tell him, ‘Your debt to Hutchinson is paid in full.’ then return here with the parcel. Don’t open it. Don’t shake it. Don’t attempt to use any means to determine the contents. Do this for me and I shall have other, more lucrative jobs for you. You may go now.”
Location: Shuttle Bay 18, Inner Habitation Ring, Orbital Station: Gateway
Time: 1140hrs EST
It’s approaching the busy lunch hour and the streets of the city are crowded with bodies moving to and from their places of work, either going to get lunch or bringing a purchased meal back to work to eat. It’s such a commonplace scene, with the tarmac pavement and paved sidewalks, the street front cafe seating and the hover cars zipping by, an onlooker might mistake it for any other city. Until they raised their eyes to the sky to see a quadrant of Planet Earth dominating the sky before a backdrop of stars. Of course, CIVIC Director has very carefully backlit the dome that encloses the central business and habitation area of the city so that the ambient lighting resembles daylight on Earth, but not so much that it blots out the spectacular views of the planet the station orbits.
As a result of it being the middle of the working day, many people are out and about near Shuttle Bay 18.
Jennifer Brontes is not out and about on this fine day. She was approached by a company doing business on Gateway with an interesting proposal. The proposal was to use any and all means to access their computer system and, to prove she managed to get past their security, she was required to deactivate the company’s internal defense system and communications network. If she was successful in this endeavor, she would receive the other half of the $12,500 she was promised.
Trystan Ravenscar is definitely planning to be out and about. It’s a good warm day and the pretty ladies are wearing summer dresses. A perfect day to see and be seen. There’s a nice park down near Shuttle Bay 18 that’s well known for trendy young ladies to eat their lunch as well as a fair few nice cafes and restaurants that put a nice spread on at about this time. The only questions are, where to go first and what to wear?
Matias Rosalez isn’t actually on Orbital Station: Gateway. You had a long and boring meeting with your father, with your lack of commitment to undergoing Psionic surgery being the primary matter of discussion. Again, you outright refused and, again, your father went into a rage and again threatened to cut you loose from the family and any hope of an inheritance. You’d all but stormed out of the house, but your mother had pulled you aside and promised to send funds to your personal accounts so that you didn’t have to suffer. On checking your accounts on the short flight back into orbit, you did indeed find a comfortably large sum of cash clearing. Your shuttle is due to dock at Shuttle Bay 18 in about ten minutes and the flight attendants are clearing the First Class cabin and preparing for docking. Time for another glass of champagne?
Seung Han Bi has had a shitty morning thus far. You’ve spent most of the morning trying to stir up trouble in the freight embarkation and debarkation area of Shuttle Bay 18. Already, Gateway PD have moved you on or threatened to arrest you. Fascists. they’re standing in the way of legitimate protests and endorsing the illegal behavior of the UEF. Gateway Station is supposed to be independent of the UEF, why does it act like an appendage to it? You are flipping off a GPD pig just as your phone bleeps and you get a message:
Unknown
them
Brother Seung, prepare for action! We are going to show these Dictators what it is to try and stifle the will of the People. We shall have blood and fire to prove our devotion to the fall of the corrupt and immoral UEF. Get to the entrance of Shuttle Bay 18. Cause a disturbance there and ensure the entrance is blocked. You will know when it’s time to act. Delete this message once read.
Sounds like a plan, yes?
Ryan Woods has a meeting. It’s an important one, too. Someone needs a pilot and they need an experienced pilot who’s flown in combat. Sounds like a job worth paying the big bucks for. Also, it’s going to beat the fuck out of the boring ‘there and back’ short-haul flights you’ve been racking up in that beat-up rental shuttle you’ve been forced to use. Apparently the client has offered you a hefty pay packet, plus a bonus for expedient delivery and they’ll be providing the bird. Yeah, it smells a bit suspicious. Yeah, it could be dangerous. But fuck, it’s gonna be time in a bird that’s likely to not smell like an elderly male yak has taken a piss in the pilot’s seat.
Pandora Wicke was minding her own business when there was that familiar crackle of static somewhere in the back of her datahub and that familiar sensation of someone peeking. Before you could trace it back, the static was gone, but you were no longer alone. He’s here. DEFENSE Director. Your ‘boss’. He’s dressed in an archaic dress uniform, olive green fabric with gold lanyards and a peak cap with an eagle on it. There’s four stars on his epaulets and his bushy grey mustache was immaculately generated.
“I’m not going to waste time. We’ve got solid intel that something of critical importance is going to go down at Shuttle Bay 18. The intel says its going to be noon time. Get there. Prevent it. If you can’t prevent it, work damage limitation and suspect elimination. Go.”
With that, he dematerialized. Well, shit.
Valeria Marquez is having a strange morning. One of your contacts advised you that a client awaited you at The Dandelar Club. On arrival and on giving your name and profession, you’re shown into a back office. Seated at a simple desk in an antique reclining office chair is a guy you could only describe as unsettling. But you know him. If not personally, then by reputation. Hutchinson. The guy has a rep that makes even the deadliest enforcers pause and go pale. Ostensibly, he runs a club that caters to all people. Ostensibly, he’s a legitimate businessman. It’s rumored he is a drug trafficker, a producer of some of the best recreational chemicals not just on the station, but on the planet below. It’s also rumored that he has a vicious streak wide enough to put every Tha’Kar on Earth on without them spilling over the sides. And you’re stood in from of him.
“Hi, do have a seat.”, he says, indicating the chair on the opposite side of the table. There’s dried bloodstains on the back of the chair.
You take a seat, rather than risk the displeasure of Hutchinson.
“I have a job for you.”, he says, as you sit, “I need you to go to Shuttle Bay 18 and collect a parcel from one of the passengers. You’ll know him, because he has a purple orchid in his suit’s buttonhole. Tell him, ‘Your debt to Hutchinson is paid in full.’ then return here with the parcel. Don’t open it. Don’t shake it. Don’t attempt to use any means to determine the contents. Do this for me and I shall have other, more lucrative jobs for you. You may go now.”
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