CERES Another brew-tiful day

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  1. Loske Matson

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    Blonde brows rose in surprise at the crassness of the interaction. So far on Helix, she’d managed to avoid the rougher ends of the world. Her apartment was beneath an augmented blue sky with puffs Her days had mostly been flipping through reports, and auditing previous activities. Today was certainly her most exciting in the books. By Luka’s cool nature with handling the altercation, she supposed it was just another number to him.


    Daring to look back over her shoulder, the fellow who had been so abrasive was simply considering to saunter on his way, undisturbed by the unpleasantness of the interaction. Something to get used to, she supposed. It’s not like there wasn’t prejudice or angst on Earth, but here it was amplified; as if the hollowness of Belter bones made more room for frustration within their joints.


    Around them, crews were loading and unloading vessels. Hands waving ships in. With the constant rotation of Ceres, Loske was impressed at the calculations pilots were able to make to accurately settle their ships to the decimal in order to keep things undisturbed. She walked carefully, ensuring not to step in dribbles of oil or other random lubricants that spattered on the floor. Most of the workers that stalked around the ports had heavy boots, with grips etched into their soles, allowing them to stomp around without looking down at the ground.


    “This place is massive,” Loske murmured, looking around. She’d only been to the docks once, and that was when she’d arrived. A group of tourists, being ushered from their seats and straight through to security to validate identities and intentions. It was like an airport back home, but somehow more sinister and gloomy.


    The lights were on in the port control office, and a glimmer of hope pounded in the rookie’s chest. In her mind, they were going to walk in there, present the request to the official and they would corroborate the facts @Lukas Forgrave and her had discovered so far. From there, the pair would hunt down the bad guys and make an arrest and the Sol system would continue on in rotational peace.
     
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  2. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    Luka moved through the dock with an air of confidence, like he had taken these very steps before. And while that wasn’t exactly the case, he had seen what could happen when hard working people were pushed to the edge. Like a woman beaten to death ten docks down because of what gravity well she was born in. Or a man crudely pinned to a wall with a conduit pipe, all because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The senior detective wasn’t uncertain about what happened in this neck of the Ceres caverns, and uncertainty was the most potent breeding ground for fear. He knew what terrors these people could commit.

    Ceres is a hub.” He stated matter of fact, looking in the same direction she had. He noticed the way she navigated the docks, avoiding certain spots almost blatantly. He found it interesting because what grease or oil she was sidestepping, he felt like they were swimming in it and swallowing it with every breath. Like maybe someone had spilled a bucket of it in the air filter and now all he could taste was the aromatic tones of bleach, the flavor of methyl ethers, and a mouthfeel that was about as smooth as steel grit. “One of the more important components of the belter ice trade. Freighters come from all over to supply this station with water.

    It was one of the main reasons they were there but he had to admit, she was right. Normally the docks were infested with ships of all sizes, waiting in taxi just beyond the gate or sitting at idle in one of the pits. It took the pressure off the size and highlighted just how congested the place was, like it was perpetually sick from some Earther Flu strain - and no one had the script here to pay for a treatment. But now, he was sure that if he screamed loud enough, the walls would answer with the muted derivation of his own voice. It was a surreal feeling.

    The frosted glass doors slid open and they were immediately greeted by a set of stairs, warehouse carpet glued to wooden steps. Nice. Taking the lead, partially out of a defensive expectation for confrontation, Luka trudged up heavy footed to indicate their arrival. And as he came through the top door, the overhead lamp flickered to greet him.

    The place was sterile, though absent the characteristics of cleanliness. Some manager had likely come along in the past and decided that the office was to be devoid of all character. And since then, no one gave enough of a shit to make any changes. Walls were pale blue, ceiling was reminiscent of asbestos tiling and stained lightly with remnants of cigarette smoke, and the whole room had a slight stench of ammonia.

    Luka leaned against the worn-down counter and rang the silver bell twice. “Star Helix, anyone home?

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  3. Loske Matson

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    An abnormally fleshy-looking belter with wide set eyes and a bulbous nose emerged some somewhere unknown. He looked tired, and irritated. A rather synonymous combination, especially on Ceres. He sniffed heavily, exuding a perturbed attitude before either Lukas or Loske had the opportunity to offend him. “Star Helix, huh? What’re you doing in my office?” Rolling his shoulders and leveraging his movement with the top of a random table that housed an empty pot of what would have been coffee, he meandered closer to the pair.


    Loske was about to pipe up with introductions, and opened her mouth to do so, and then recalled the recommendation for @Lukas Forgrave to do all the talking. Her teeth clicked shut and she gave a shrug; a well known Belter symbol.


    He took the seconds of silence to patch it up with a following question. “You got a warrant or what?”


    In her silent observation, Loske silently remarked on how good his english was. She would have expected a heavier accent or more stunted words, similar to how many communicated. She supposed to herself that it was due to the exposure the docks delivered, giving him several opportunities to constantly update his ear and modify his own delivery.
     
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  4. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    He couldn't kick the feeling that this was exactly the sort he'd expect in a place like this. Wide eyes, a nose that was two sizes too big for his face, the flash of metallic teeth on the back row, and a sunken feel - like his skin was so tired and stretched, it might sag away from the bones at any moment. Another hip trend on the Belt.

    Belter attitude sans belter tonuge. Luka was starting to think he conjured the man from his own imagination.

    "You want us to have a warrant?" Luka replied with a gentle smile, as if this was the road they were about to take. The sort that Helix knew well and the average belter knew better. The sort that said if I have to get a warrant, I'll bring three times as many cops. The sort of smile that said I'd prefer to not cave some heads in for the day, if that's possible.

    The belter chuckled before stretching out his neck, lifting his chin just a hair. And proceeding to backwards scratch the mangy excuse for a beard that seemed to be struggling across his throat and cleft chin.

    "Not particularly, nah. What the fuck you want, zakomang?" The man blew out air from his large nose and they were close now, Luka got the slight hint of clinical halitosis with some coffee mixed in. He fought the urge to bat it away. "Records for inbound and outbound flights for the past month, minus anything registered to UNN, MCRN, and Pure'n'kleen."

    "Why? You wanya fucking tax them a bit more, eh?"

    "Not quite yet, no. But it's a thought." He narrowed his eyes at the man, jaw hardening. There was enough of a pause for Luka to know what was coming next.

    "No. Fuck you. And you too." His beady deep seated eyes looked towards @Loske Matson and he smiled, lighting up his mouth with those greased up metal chompers. Luka sighed and looked towards the other detective, his expression indicating that the Belter straight talk wasn't working.
     
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