Event A Call to Arms

Discussion in 'Open Roleplay' started by Raziel, Dec 16, 2017.

  1. Raziel

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    A call to arms goes out across the system. Maybe you picked it up on a private channel. Perhaps someone close to you was closely tied to an OPA cell. Whatever the circumstances the message went out: Tycho had high-risk work for those who stood with the belt. Payment for transport ships and rifles for hire.

    Prelude: https://www.theexpanse-rp.com/threads/pointing-fingers.89/

    Mars continued to harass belters around Ceres, carrying out random spot checks of ships coming and going. Putting the belters in their place. The earth did nothing, perhaps even conspiring with the martians to out the belters in their place.

    Tycho station was a hive of activity. Drones usually deployed to ferry cargo were collecting debris that surrounded the station. Large parts were collected for salvage. Drones worked in teams with fine mesh nets suspended between them to sweep up the rest of the detritus. The station itself had several punctures from fast moving shrapnel that were under repair. Humans were barely more resistant than air to shards of metal moving at those speeds and lives had been lost on the station from the brief skirmish around it. Work appeared to have been renewed in earnest on the Mormon ship. Tycho was trying to show that it was back in business.

    Those who answered the call would find heightened security across the station. The parent corp had guards and scanners at every dock with weapons scanners in place. Several areas of the station still bore the scars of the attempted insurrection. It had been claimed that the OPA had tried to take the station from Tycho Manufacturing. In fact the internal OPA conflict had been kept as quiet as possible. Especially when it came to convincing the Mormons that they didn't need a Star Helix contingent protecting their assets. Statements had been leaked to the press with evidence that suggested UN agents had conspired to have Fred Johnson killed for proving that the ships that attacked the Donnager had come from Earth.

    They would be led to a cargo warehouse that had been cleared out. The guards at the door were definitely not Tycho officials but wore high-grade body armour. At one end of the hall was a small crowd of belters in Tycho uniforms. A device projected a dull orange glow onto the wall behind them. Low murmurs filled the room, an atmosphere of anticipation. A lot of people here were hoping it was time to do something - anything - to take action back against the inner planets.
     
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  2. Nevena Sokol

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    Having docked at a little used section of Tycho, Nevena slunk her way past the light security details. Being a just another Belter caught up in the unfolding events helped avoid suspicion. The other passengers on the freighter dispersed throughout Tycho. The armed OPA crew were nowhere to be seen. The initial alarm at seeing them arm themselves subsided. She took deep breaths as her heart rate slowed to normal. She made it to her destination, she was safe. Finding a small alcove in a corridor to duck into, she organized her thoughts.

    "Okay, that might have been a dumb idea but I'm alive. Got my essentials, just next to nothing to barter with. No problem, that's why I'm here. Tycho's a potential goldmine now. Got enough credits to stay fed for awhile. I'm good...a little scared but good. Whew..."

    Nevena smiled to herself, her fear turned to thoughts of opportunity. The risk of boarding that dodgy freighter paid off, that was all that mattered. Now it was time to get back to business. A small vibration shook in one of Nevena's pockets - a hand terminal message. She pulled out the device and looked at its screen.

    Space_Tyrant: Left w/o saying goodbye? Owe me a beer if we meet again.


    Nevena felt a bit of embarrassment and regret, immediately remembering the friend on Io to which the username belonged. Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to respond quickly due to lag time. Nev's familiar grin returned as her fingers danced along the terminal's keys.

    Pack_Rat: Sry, opportunity called. Beer's a deal.

    She was just about to shut down the device, when her eyes caught a file attachment at the end of Space_Tyrant's message. She trusted the sender, and knew her friend wouldn't send anything malicious for no good reason. She shrugged and opened it.

    (The Call to Arms message plays)
    Nevena fixated on every word of the call, resonating with her on a deep level as a Belter, emotions still high from the sudden loss of Fred Johnson. But it left her with mixed feelings. She didn't have anything against Earthers, their government maybe. She actually envied them for their ability to experience Earth.

    Having lived on the outskirts of humanity on Charon, her experiences with the Inner Planets were few and far between. Most of the visitors on Charon had been nice, if only because it was one of the last points of civilization in the system.

    Would answering the call force her to harm Earthers or Martians? Her mind struggled over the moral dilemma. The transport part of the message was intriguing. Transports meant room, and that meant plenty of places to stash valuables and sell them at a profit. She didn't want a war, but why not contribute to her own kind's cause and make a living doing it? She was already in the right place. If she could help out without getting her hands dirty it seemed like a good deal.

    She checked her suit and messenger bag. Practiced her posture, standing ramrod straight. She almost saluted, but her Belter instincts stopped her. Large arm gestures could push the wrong button on a cramped ship, get someone killed. If there was a Belter or OPA salute, she had forgotten it, or not known it. She put on a game face that still looked cute anyway. "Nevena Sokol, reporting for duty!" she rehearsed silently. She boldy stepped out of the alcove and toward the meeting place the message indicated...
     
  3. Violet

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    @Dieter Kohler | @Antumbralite | @Alanna Marston

    The crew of the Albatross had docked on Tycho a few days prior, begrudgingly returning to the station to find proper medical care for their injured flight engineer, Violet. Her condition had been dire when they arrived, but she had pulled through after the required surgery. After a few days of hospitalization, she had recovered enough to where she could walk on her own. With the right medications she could even get some much needed work done on the aging shuttle.

    One thing she couldn't quite shake was a fuzziness in her head, like a headache that hadn't quite set in yet. It was frustrating and left her a little more irritable than she normally would have been. She was also jumpy and startled easily, though she was trying to keep it to herself.

    Standing on the edge of the small crowd of Belters did not help the feeling of anxiety that seemed to hang over her. Unfortunately, they needed the work and she had to pay off the surgery that had just saved her life. This wasn't her first time being dragged off to a shady, back alley deal, but it didn't soothe her frayed nerves at all.

    If she was feeling this skittish, she could only imagine how on edge Dieter was. She looked up at the Earther who had reluctantly come along to investigate. His expression was difficult to read, but then again, it generally was. He wasn't exactly an open book. She was grateful that he had come with them though. He had a way of staying calm and level-headed, which was something that she needed. It also helped to have someone else that was out of place with her, it meant she wasn't entirely alone in the endeavor. Not wanting to get caught watching him so intently, she quickly turned her gaze towards the front of the crowd.

    She fidgeted restlessly in between her crew mates, accidentally brushing her elbow against Keith's arm. She offered an almost timid, apologetic smile for bumping into him. Their dynamic was still a little unstable. She was starting to get a feel for how Dieter would react to situations, but Keith was still a wild card. It was only exasperated by her mild inability to read social cues.

    Keith managed to blend into the crowd considerably better than any of his crew mates did. He had the height, and the good luck of actually being a Belter. In all fairness, he didn't really need to blend in to begin with, this was his show. Still, she couldn't help but wonder just how involved the man was with the organization. Did he know more than what he had originally told them about the job? He hadn't kept secrets from them thus far, so she doubted that he would start with something like this.

    She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. Or at least, she tried to. Things really hadn't been the same since Ceres, she still just didn't feel right. The orange glow on the wall proved to be a decent enough distraction, along with the armored Tycho guards. Whatever this job was, it wasn't your run-of-the-mill cargo haul. She stifled the urge to reach out to one of her crew mates, keeping her hands stuffed inside the pockets of her jacket.

    Quietly, she murmured under her breath to them. "Alright... what's this all about?"
     
  4. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith had his nose buried in his hand terminal, glancing up every few seconds to make sure he had not lost his crew in the crowd. He hated the fact that he was back on Tycho. It was home up until just a short while ago, but after the coup and assassination of Fred Johnson, he had every reason not to stay. Yet, here he was. The situation, admittedly, was not entirely bad -- Violet was able to get the medical attention that saved her life, and he had his first job lined up in close to a month. A very large job.

    >S7L09U042

    He finally found the string of characters he was looking for.

    "Alright... what's this all about?"
    Violet asked from beside him.

    Slowly wedging their way through the crowd, Keith motioned towards a lift. "First things first. I have our room lined up." He was not able to say anything further until they were out of the crowd. He could not help but to feel vulnerable. Setting foot on ground zero, where his late employer was ousted from power, set Keith on edge. It was if at any second, he would have a bag slid over his head or a bullet shot into his back. But this was where he was needed; where he could do the most good.

    They reached the lift, and Keith pressed the queue button on the panel. Pocketing his hand terminal, he gazed at their surroundings. I don't think I've ever seen the station so busy. He looked back to his companions: Violet, the engineer; Alanna, the pilot; Dieter, the resident badass. He had not known any of them for any significant length of time, but he was here because of them, in more ways than one. Completing the task he was assigned was the first step towards their freedom.

    However, Keith could not shake a faint sense of dread in his stomach. They had gone through hell to get here, and were still feeling the effects. If they were not careful, they would be walking into a whole new mess of trouble. The lift chimed, and the doors slid open. "Here's our ride."
     
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  5. Morne du Plessis

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    When it seemed that everyone had assembled one of the Tycho crew stood forwards. He didn't carry a presence, he did not like public speaking. Most of those who did were either in the medical ward or the morgue. Du Plessis was angry, but he also felt nervous and exposed in front of such a crowd, particularly in light of what they'd discovered following the coup.

    "Alright then," he went but no one listened. One of the guards at the door cleared his throat loudly and the chatter of conversation became a low murmur.

    "Alright then," he repeated. He didn't make much eye contact with the crowd and kept his arms crossed defensively. "We gonna get to da business just now. First gonna lay out how this is going to work." He had a noticeable south african accent with flattened vowels.

    "We've got leaks but we need help. Da inners are laughing at us right now. If you want to help we're putting you up in rooms here with no outside communication til da job is done. We're paying for every transport ship and every man and woman with a suit who can use a gun. This is going to be dangerous so the pay is high." Looking down, he flicked upwards and distributed the offered rates to the other terminals in the room.

    "That's how it is. If you want to walk now.." Du Plessis shrugged. "But if you want to stay and hear the rest you're staying until the job is done. Even if you decide to back out. We'll pay your rooms and food while you wait."

    The murmur grew as pockets of conversation broke out. Some had already left, but after the UN agents they'd found in their ranks there was no other way this could go down.
     
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  6. Violet

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    Chewing the inside of her cheek, Violet turned to her fellow crew. This was dangerous territory to be in, especially since most of their crew was Inners. She looked between them, hands fidgeting in the pockets of her jacket. Her eyes lingered on Dieter, he would be the one that would openly oppose the line of work. She didn't want to force any of them into something they weren't comfortable with, but she needed the money. The pay was just too good to walk away from right now. "Look, if you and Marston dinnae want to take part in this... it's fine. Keith and I can handle it, aye?"

    With so many irritable Belters around, Violet was careful to keep her voice down. Not wanting to immediately draw attention with her rather distinct accent. She looked up to the tall Belter beside her, making sure that he was still in this game as well. "Right?"
     
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  7. Alric

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    Two men stood quietly at the back of the crowd.

    Neither of them held expressions that would be called 'friendly', and neither of them were very approachable. They carried themselves in the same way that soldiers might, though the one on the right seemed far too skinny for any sort of fighting. Nothing they wore marked them as OPA, though two small black flames decorated the base of their necks.

    These men were of course from Prometheus, a cell within the OPA itself.

    Alric had sent them to this meeting the answer the call, or at the very least listen to what was being sent. The affairs of the system were important of course, and if the OPA began to move then Prometheus wanted to know about it, guide it if they could.

    Very simple.

    Without the rest of the OPA Prometheus could not win it's fight.
     
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  8. Dieter Kohler

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    “And get myself stuck on Tycho again while you two go cash out?” Dieter’s expression and stance remained neutral as he cut in, eyes flitting up to meet Violet’s gaze. “Not a chance.”

    It wasn’t the perfect job, by any means. No up-front details, the guarantee of danger, and judging by the tone of the room, the task was something that the inner planets wouldn’t be fans of. Nobody had said ‘OPA’, but Dieter hadn’t missed the occasional tattoo around the crowd, nor the fact that they’d first caught wind of the opportunity through their OPA-affiliated crewmember.

    What were the alternatives? See how Tycho’s new management liked an Earth-born squatter with a near-empty bank account? Limp back to Ceres, hope the Martian thing had blown over, pray he hadn’t killed anybody important enough to merit retribution? See how long he could stand squatting on some other tiny rock on kibble. So no, he didn’t like it - especially about the emphasis on firearm proficiency - but he didn’t see another option. His only small comfort was the fact that they’d requested transport craft - not warships. Presumably the need for a weapon was cargo security - and he’d worked security for plenty of organizations whose ideals and goals didn’t exactly align with his own.

    “Besides, if you two go fly off and get killed, how would I get the ship back?”
     
  9. Cpt_Buttersworth

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    A voice cut through the murmuring and general drone of multiple conversations all starting at once. "And what of us who brought our own food? And our own rooms? I for one am not being cooped up on this station again only for another faction to take us out when the time is right. My crew saved this station, saved your CIC, Du Plessis," Buttersworth sat at the back of the room on a cargo container flanked by crewmen from the Saxon, a blue haze of tobacco and cannabis smoke hanging around him and his men. They cut a formidable silhouette, easily the most heavily armed out of all the groups present, each of them brandishing a rifle and a sidearm. Buttersworth intentionally exaggerating a mock South African accent when quoting the OPA man's name. "If I recall correctly, it was my XO who pulled your ass out from behind your desk in the CIC whilst you were still cowd. So tell me, why should we give up our freedom just to be put in the same tin can as the men who would see us dead?"

    Laughter and murmers agreement rippled through the group, but before Du Plessis could respond Buttersworth got to his feet rounded on the rest of the crowd, visibly angry. "And where were the rest of you? Hiding in your bunks? Burning hard for some rock in the belt till all this blew over? The Saxon was the ONLY ship who answered the distress call, my crewmen bled and died saving belters, men and women who had not seen their home in years. Who of you even has the right to be here?" He was shouting now, furious as the judgmental faces looking back up at him, he would have carried on if he had not spotted several familiar faces in the crowd.

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  10. Morne du Plessis

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    Du Plessis uncrossed his arms. He stared back at the man who questioned the deal. He knew that would be coming, but not so contentiously. Knowing that it was a bad idea right now he still turned towards the screen at the back of the room.

    With a swipe he brought up a single image to fill the display. A young man, clearly a belter by his physique, bound in his cell. Even in the darkness the welts across his face were visible.

    "This fooking filth got good belters out of bad places more than once. Yet all that time he was snitching to the UN an tearing us apart from the inside. So no. No one gets ah free pass. No one is going to forget what you and yours did, but this goes how it has to go. Three minutes and I close those doors and we talk. Decide which side of them to be on."

    He wasn't bumbling through his public speech any more. There was raw fire in his words and behind his eyes. The wounds from the last few days would form permanent scars that ran deep. He'd shot at least one person that he'd called a friend. Right now he wasn't in an understanding mood. He knew what he was asking of them and why it wouldn't sit well but he could see no other option.
     
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  11. Violet

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    Dieter's determination brought a smile to Violet's lips and she gave a single nod of her head. For better or worse, they were all in this together. The small crew had come together under such strange circumstances, but they had each other's backs and she knew that she could trust them with her life. That was something she hadn't had in her life since her parents left her out on the Belt.

    Her attention turned towards the arguing men and then to the screen when the image was put on display. A knot of uneasiness twisted itself in her gut. The belter in the image didn't look good. A crew full of Inyas could easily be a target or a scapegoat. But that Belter had been a traitor to the Belt, and he had gotten people killed.

    She took a deep, steady breath and slowly exhaled through her nose. As far as she was concerned, the Belt was the closest thing to a home that she had. Quietly, she nudged Dieter and Keith, then moved around the edge of the crowd towards a wall so that anyone who wanted to leave could. She wasn't going anywhere.

    "Let's do this." She muttered lowly.
     
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  12. Alric

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    The two men continued to stand in silence.

    Alric's entire play in this was relatively simple. He didn't particularly care for the other factions of the OPA, he didn't like anyone nor did he really dislike anyone either. He saw the OPA as what it was, a means to an end, nothing more and nothing less. None of them were here to be friends, none of them were even here to be partners.

    They were here to use one another.

    It was a reality that Alric had long ago come to understand, and it was part of why he wasn't here himself. He had sent his two men to this meeting for one purpose, and that was to support whatever was held by the majority. He would go along with whatever the others wanted, for now anyway.

    Prometheus would still go it's own way in the end, would still conduct it's raids and would still ensure that everything would end with the inners fearing what came from the Belt, but that wouldn't happen yet.

    The two men slowly moved to the side of the room, coming up by @Violet but clearly paying her no mind as they allowed a certain few others to slowly shuffle by. Those that left received looks of either disgust or dispassion.
     
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  13. Tetrarch

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    He stood out as an Earther. Terrans just looked different. No matter how pale you were, you couldn’t match that pallid tint of someone who’d grown up under artificial light. Earth was far from a paradise but you did have a much lower chance of growing up atrophied or malformed by the hazards of Belt living.


    He looked unconcerned but he was well aware of the hostile looks he got from some in the crowd. They were the sort happy to knife an Inner for looking at them, others would need less provocation, just existing was enough for them. His left hand patted his knife sheath, just to make sure it was there. Always a comfort in a place like this.


    His hand terminal showed an attractive rate. The OPA were taking this seriously. All of their illicit income from gun-running, drug smuggling, prostitution, racketeering, embezzlement, and a half dozen other sources; it was the only way they could bankroll this. How far did their tendrils stretch? Most of his resources had run out and Tycho was a dead end as far as he was concerned. This might prove to be just the lift he’d been searching for.


    The meeting was like the council for a small town. Opinions being shouted across the room but the main spokesman seemed to know how to handle it. Not shouting down or agreeing with anyone, he just steered it all in the direction he wanted. His words weren’t always popular but there was no major dissent from the crowd.


    The Terran wasn’t one of those who left when the call came. It was an eye opener for some but he just strode to the wall to move out of the way for others leaving. The Belt certainly wasn’t home for him but it’d do for now. Others were doing this out of loyalty, a sense of duty. He was a mercenary, plain and simple.
     
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  14. Cpt_Buttersworth

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    The Captain stared at the man, a belter, a thin gangly attempt at a human...and spat on the floor. "Fuck you and your ideals, we saved this station. We don't need to prove ourselves again. I'm gonna go sleep in my own bed,the bed I made for myself, through hard fookin' work and determination." The portly man swung himself down from the container, staring @Morne du Plessis in the face. "This is your mess belter, not mine. AS ALWAYS the Saxon will stand guard, we will wipe out any attempt to destabilize tings. But you can count me out beretna." Buttersworth stood there at the edge of the room, every eye on him, before he turned around and left.

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    "Dat does not mean we out of da fight kopeng!" Came a female voice from the group of heavily armed Pirates. "Buttersworth is out, but me and mine, we have blood that need to be settled. We want revenge. Now." Rachel Lei stood at the top of the remaining crew on the cargo container, the light giving her facial features a particularly devilish appearance. "So...how do we proceed beratna?"
     
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  15. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith nodded at Violet and Dieter. It went without saying that he was in and had their backs. After all, he was the one who received the call and informed them of the work. He would have spoken, but the ruckus was growing louder, and he heard a familiar voice shouting.

    @Cpt_Buttersworth. In a system as large as Sol, beyond the capacity for humanity to fathom, and they still managed to bump into him and the Saxon crew just about everywhere. Keith smiled in amusement and wondered how many beers his crew owed them.

    Violet started to move through the crowd, so Keith followed. She seemed to be doing better every day, returning to her normal capabilities. He was glad they were all in this together. It was a job Keith was prepared to carry out alone, but the crew of The Albatross was quickly becoming family. They were more effective with one another.

    He cast a sideways glance at Dieter. Keith knew that the man had reservations about working so close to the OPA. Dieter was in Keith's game, now, and Keith felt the need to prove himself as a reliable ally.
     
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  16. Morne du Plessis

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    He felt a pang of dissapointed for those who left. He told himself that he shouldn't, but he still did. Of course he could see it from their perspective. This all could have been another part of the coup to finish off the rest of the OPA cells. This wasn't even the group agreeing to go on the mission.

    "Do it," he said quietly. A few hand gestures between guards and the doors were shut. They were deep in Tycho with enough layers of metal shell that getting a signal out to the vessels on the docking ring required the use of relays that were cabled through the bulkheads. Du Plessis turned off the local relays. He kept an eye on his terminal to see if any other signals were punching through, but nothing came up.

    Behind him the screen changed to a map of the system. It highlighted Tycho, then Saturn. Finally it zoomed in around Tycho, Saturn and its moons. A swathe of red was pockmarked with bright dots and another splash of blue was similarly spotted. Finally an orange right highlighted Phoebe.

    "Da inners are coming down hard on good belters. First da Cant, then we got martians kicking down doors on Ceres. And UN agents turning us on each other." The last accusation was growled through clenched teeth. He wouldn't see how easily it had been for them to turn the fractured groups, he only saw an enemy oppressing his people.

    "We don't know why," he said with an exaggerated belter shrug. "For all da talk of 'coalition'...Martian and earther ships spending a lot of time pointing at each other." The Nauvoo had an unmatched array and it had been observing fleet movements with interest.

    "We do know that after visiting a secret Martian research station on Phoebe that had gone silent that the Donnager was taken down by six earth ships. We can't get our people off Ceres easily. So we're asking anyone who can volunteer to go with our team to Phoebe.

    "We're gonna send a registered convoy to Titan. Everyone who volunteers a ship will have it modified so the transponder can be switched off. Den..." He turned towards the map as a new route was highlighted to keep out of the main sweeps by naval forces. "...we sneak in to find out what started this mess."

    He turned back towards the ground and took a breath. Someone near the back made a joke that at least they hadn't been gunned down yet. It wasn't well received.

    "Questions?"
     
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  17. Violet

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    Violet had plenty of questions, but she wasn't entirely sure this was the best place to raise them. They had a shuttle that could get the job done, if they were just moving people from one place to another, but if it came down to a fight, they would be sitting ducks with no defence systems built into their ship. Worse than ducks really, because those things at least had a chance to fly away before they got shot.

    Then there was the matter of "sneaking" into a research station that was likely well guarded. Her crew wasn't exactly in the best shape of their lives, and she was worried that if they went charging into another gunfight that one of them might get killed. She glanced up to the tall Belter that stood beside her and then over to the Terran on her other side. Could they handle it? She realized that it was more than a little ironic, her worrying so much about them, when she was the one who had nearly died during their last escapade.

    If an Earther raised the questions, it was entirely likely that they would be seen as trying to sabotage or undermine the entire mission. Would these people be supplying the weapons and armor that would be needed for such an undertaking?

    She shuffled her feet anxiously in place and looked around at the others who had joined her by the wall. It was a fairly large group that was here, but this job was bordering on the insane. No, staying quiet and hoping for the best was going to get her crew killed.

    Taking a nervous breath, she raised her hand and had to stand on the balls of her feet to be seen since she was at the back of the crowd. She considered trying to hide her accent, but decided against it.

    "Aye, if we're goin' with your team inside, we're gonna need proper equipment. Y'already said that we cannae leave the room until th'job is done so... are y'gonna be providin' weapons and the like? And I hope that you'll be payin' for fuel t'get our asses out there."
    The injured woman didn't have a problem joining the possible fight, but she definitely didn't want to do so without a weapon of her own.
     
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  18. Morne du Plessis

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    As questions went this was quite straightforward. Du Plessis wasn't a leader of men. He worked in the margins of details and technical problems. Logistics were easy.

    "We'll provide fuel pellets before you leave. If you need a suit or a weapon we'll lend them. Ammunition provided or paid for at market rates. Two mags each for those who need to land. We've got one ship we can take but it's da backup plan. Not landing."
     
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  19. Violet

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    Once she had her answer, she looked back to her crewmates and raised a brow. She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders and smiled wryly. That at least took care of one problem that they had.

    "Well, are we landin' or just givin' folks a ride?" She asked Keith and Dieter, curious as to what they thought on the matter.
     
  20. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    Keith stood with Violet and Dieter, arms crossed over his chest, observing the exchange. He had no problem letting Violet do the talking -- she had a knack for it that he did not. He trusted her to negotiate, his share of the work was a mostly silent portion. He was pleasantly surprised by the man's response to Violet's question. This Belter, whoever is was, looked to be running the show. At least they were willing to invest their own supplies in what was shaping up to be an extremely dangerous job.

    When Violet asked for his input, he shifted his gaze down to her with a slight shrug. "We're definitely more suited for transport duty, but the real money is in the landing party. For the sake of the odds being in our favor for not dying, I'm fine with staying on The Alby." He uncrossed his arms, running a hand through his hair. "This is pagal kaka. Worse than I thought." Keith looked over at Dieter, curious for the man's thoughts.
     
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