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Discussion in 'Open Roleplay' started by Neamheaglach, Jun 14, 2018.

  1. Neamheaglach

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    <About one month after the events of Eros>

    It's good to be home again!

    Some ships were returning from the Eros incident. Others were simply at the end of their deployment. Whatever the case, Dusters were about to be reunited with their beloved planet. While some personnel would have to give reports, receive medical care, or perform other official duties before they could cut loose, most would take the opportunity to get as far away from their uniforms as possible. Some had to deal with the trauma that was Eros. Others raced home to reconnect with loved ones. And some, certainly, would be spending their hard earned salaries on booze and friendly company.

    The space stations that served as a waypoint for transit to and from the surface were bustling. Ships from all over the system were docked around the planet, on and offloading personnel and supplies. For what, only the brass knew. It was far from the minds of the arriving crews in that moment. For many, the question was, "What do I want to do first?"
     
  2. Irys Akane

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    Irys' answer to that question was to do lots of things that she hadn't done for weeks and weeks. She started by putting on sweat pants and lounging in front of her screen.

    This had been her worst tour of the belt and she had been feeling the pressure. Like many officers she had a pleasant apartment in an MCRN owned block in a good dome. Despite Mars being a long way from the end of the terraforming process they had a good life here. Good facilities, good food.

    There were more things that hadn't been done for weeks. It was almost a ritual to disconnect from the tour and her leave. She shaved her legs, put on a light, print pattern dress and heels. It was nice to not be clomping around in mag boots.

    The disconnect wasn't quite done with. A lot of returning officers had agreed to meet at Gimmick, a club with four levels from a quiet bar at the bottom to a live DJ at the top. More things back in her life: drinking and dancing. It promised to be quite a tame night with people she shipped out with. Tomorrow would be a reunion with her academy friends when she would try and really let her hair down.

    It wasn't so easy this time. On the underground tube she found she just kept revisiting the worst moments in her mind. It wasn't just her implants that could play a visceral scene back for her. The fear as she had realised she was about to be shot. The chaos of belters streaming into the Nergal. The hopelessness as Eros defied the know laws of physics.
     
  3. Harland Drake

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    Harland's father's message had been a bit of a surprise. He knew shit would hit the fan after Eros and that he'd probably be squarely in the middle of it, but to be reassigned directly under the head of MNI and to be one of the leaders on the working group was something he hadn't expected. That was a huge assignment for someone of his rank!

    He had been working on the Eros and Protogen connection while the Tiberius Nero was on its way back to Mars. So, he didn't feel too bad asking for some leave once he got back. He asked for two weeks, had he gotten one. He supposed that was fair. This was pretty much the government's top priority at the moment.

    After getting planetside, he stopped by the Intelligence Ministry to set up his things and transfer his work then headed home. The tube ride a was short 5 minute hop from Olympia to the upscale neighborhood of San Carim where his family's residence was. Mickey was waiting at the stop with a cart. "Hey bro! Welcome back!" he said. "Hey! Thanks for coming to get me." Harland replied with a pat on his younger brother's back. He tossed his duffel on the back seat and got in the passenger seat. "Who's home?" "Just Mom right now. Dad said he'd try to leave work early so we could have a family dinner. Rose is out on deployment."

    Food! REAL food! His mouth watered just thinking about a home cooked meal.

    "Yeah, somehow I don't see that happening. Things are pretty crazy right now. I'm surprised they gave me even one week of leave."

    Mick climbed into the driver seat and turned the cart back down the wide hallway which he came. The space hadn't changed since he was a kid. Lavish green spaces with professional gardeners to tend them. Here and there little water fountains. Murals on the walls. And perhaps the surest indication of wealth of all: it was clean.

    Harland stretched out his entire body, resulting in a few very satisfying *pops*. He then took out his hand terminal to look up things to do for the week.
    "Looks like there's a Pantheon concert at Zucco this weekend. Wanna go?" Harland said, marking it on his calendar. "Hell yes!" his brother said. "I'm loving their new Holy Terror album!"

    His terminal chimed that he had a message. Just text. From Priya. "Get back tomorrow. Dinner?" Harland tapped out a response. "Table's already reserved."
     
  4. Erich Hunter

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    Mars

    New traveled fast, always astounding fast but Erich felt that something seemed too fast to be considered credible news. His gloved hands held onto his tablet as he dashed through several unread notifications popping through, eyes quickly scanning and his finger passing judgement between trash or archived. Essential information often carried a different form of messaging and his half distracted mind suited for his current task of shifting through minor updates and information.

    His finger stopped as his head gave a quick shake as his eyes refocused, one of the notifications detailed several ships arrived and its crews mostly touched back down to Mar's surface. Shore leave for the Navy gave Erich no real pause, the ships that returned to Martian orbit though widened his eyes. The Eros incident reached through all basic channels, but even Erich's own channels provided virtually no different information than what already circulated in the Navy.

    Erich felt slight guilt for remaining on Mars during the whole incident, even went as far as sending a request back to active military service on-board any Martian Navy vessel. We'll see where I land of course but, Erich sighed as leaned back to sit down to mull over a few ideas.

    Seconds after a long, deep and drawn out debate Erich stood right back up and cleared his table as he grabbed his jacket and head out from his apartment. He understood stubbornness, perhaps too well in some cases, but with so many officers and crew members heading back down this gave Erich an opportunity. Bars, clubs and much more offered anyone a place for peace or relaxation and perhaps Erich mused I could get something about this damned mess in our solar system. If Erich wanted to jump from his pond and back out into the great ocean of emptiness and utter vastness, well there bound to be crew members willing to swap some very interesting stories.

    Not like I planed on doing anything this week anyways.
     
  5. Irkalla Kasai

    Irkalla Kasai That’s ‘Commander’ to you.
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    In her MMC days, Kasai had established a strained relationship with shore leave early on. It never got better; year after year, tour after tour, Irkalla slowly lost touch with the red planet. Drifting out there in the endless black, the mind easily divorced concept from reality.

    Loyalty; service; sacrifice; meaningless words in a meaningless void.

    Coming home meant anchoring those ideas again, and with them, her conscience.

    (And after two decades doing the bidding of invisible masters, Kasai carried more weight than she cared to measure.)

    With her ancient duffel bag slung over one shoulder, the woman left her docked ship with the gait of a thief in the night. Commander no more; not down here. Her service sidearm was unloaded, disassembled, and folded between the pressed layers of her uniforms. The gray plainclothes she wore gave away neither rank nor name.

    Unless some fucker with enough clearance scanned her implants, she was Irkalla Kasai. Just Irkalla Kasai.

    No more, no less.
     
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  6. Irys Akane

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    An update flashed across her vision as she ordered something at the bar. It caught her off guard. Around Mars were various sensors that triggered adverts on terminals and the unclassified section of her implants were no different. Irys had forgotten she had put it on personal mode. She flicked it back off as the barman went to make her mojito. It was said that on earth some of the corporations had enough leverage that in some areas the messages to handheld terminals couldn't even be switched off.

    She liked the sound of ice in a glass. In space fluids were always in a sealed container and ice was a waste of energy. It was a nice warm day here. The internal temperatures of the domes tended to be regulated by the conditions outside. Clear sunny days meant warm conditions in public spaces and during long dust storms the opposite was true. On earth the seasons apparently depended on latitude, but were fairly regular through the year. If the tension between the two planets reduced then perhaps she would visit one day to see autumn. That fascinated her even more than their endless oceans.

    She took a small sip and turned to see if anyone she knew was here yet. Despite trying not to, she still appraised the bar for threats. Watching expressions and cataloguing features. Apparently it was going to take longer to switch off this time. After the last tour that wasn't a surprise to her.
     
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  7. Irkalla Kasai

    Irkalla Kasai That’s ‘Commander’ to you.
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    A heavy thud rang out through the apartment. The duffel sagged at her feet. Kasai took in a deep breath – the smell of emptiness followed her right to the doorstep. She expelled it slowly through her nose.

    Then she chucked her terminal on a shelf and stepped further inside.

    Undisturbed.

    And if a decade of marriage had taught her anything, that was exactly how it would remain. He was probably already in some seedy bar, cracking that weeklong tab wide open. The way of a duster marine, now and forever.

    Kasai ran a distracted hand through her hair and flicked a few thinning strands into the toilet with a frown. Fuck, she hated getting old. Joints ached whenever storms raged planetside. Couldn’t sleep for shit without thrust. Kept trying to move in verticals on a flat fucking planet.

    Why did she even bother coming here anymore?

    Ah, right. The shower.

    Her groan reverberated in the narrow cabin as welcome warmth washed down her body. Tension drained from taut muscles; anger and sorrow and confusion soon swirled at her feet. Kasai traced the fresh scar on her bicep with a blank expression. What was one more souvenir?

    She turned off the water and padded over to a towel.

    If all went according to plan, she wouldn’t remember any of them by night’s end.
     
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  8. Harland Drake

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    After he had finished dinner, Harland felt like he might go into a food coma. It was a great feeling. His father had come home halfway through the meal and afterword briefly spoke to him about his new appointment. Harland made every effort to avoid discussing work. Unfortunately his father was never really off the clock.

    Harland slept in his old room that his family kept prepared for him. The soft bed always felt foreign the first few days off of the ship. He'd have plenty of time to get used to them again now. He woke up mid-morning after sleeping in a reasonable amount and took a long hot shower. Over breakfast he checked his hand terminal for the ships that had arrived recently. He found the ships from the Eros incident: Nergal, Strident, Bexar, Caladbolg, etc. He had been on the Nergal when it and the Strident had tracked down an OPA ship they thought had a connection to the peace summit bombing.

    He tapped out a quick message to @Irys Akane: "Irys, Harland Drake. Glad you and the others made it back. I saw the reports... Let me know if you need anything." He made it simple so she wouldn't read anything into it other than what it was. He had been aghast watching the video feeds from afar, he couldn't imagine what it must've been like to be there. And that one Marine...

    He got dressed in a nice pair of slacks, button-up shirt, and dress ankle-high boots. He always felt better wearing boots. Too many years in the Marines perhaps. He kissed his mother goodbye and walked out the door.
     
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  9. Irys Akane

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    @Harland Drake : Thanks. Time back on the ground is all I could do with right now

    She slipped the terminal back into her bag. She could feel, rather than hear the music from the upper floors. If the evening led up there she would probably deactivate the setting on her implants that could notify her of a personal message. She certainly wouldnt hear the terminal go off in her bag.

    The first mojito was looking decidedly close to the bottom of the glass. She lifted a finger and learned forwards slightly to try and get the barman's attention for another. It felt like being able to breathe again.
     
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  10. Hector Royce

    Hector Royce MCR Marine, MCRN Bexar
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    SSG Hector Royce
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    Having been sequestered for weeks eating (not that bad) military food in Olympia, Royce was ready for some real food, and that meant his parents. They had thrown him a “happy you didn’t die by radiation” party, and what had started as a get together with family and close friends ended up nearly a block party in his honor. Most of his neighborhood came out, making barbecue, elotes, tamales and other staples brought to Mars by Texan colonists. In fact, The Royce family picked Meyoberket because of its close ties back to Texas. It reminded them so much of Austin, with its friendly and strange people, live music, and excellent cuisine. Royce and Zeh packed themselves to the gills, and his dad passed them shot glasses of 200 year old Espolon tequila, and giving a welcome home speech that made Royce drop a few tears. Between Mrs. Royce fussing giver how skinny but beautiful Zeh was and trying to make her eat more food, and Mr. Royce telling her embarrassing stories about him from back on Earth, It was a great party.
     
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  11. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Pilot for the MCR
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    Karen sat alone in a metal chair, at a metal table, in a white painted room with a one way mirror on one wall. Since landing back at Persephone she had gone through almost a dozen debriefings. The Atrax was currently in several thousand pieces being scoured by teams of engineers inspecting the vessel for any signs of sabotage, any unauthorised modifications made by the tribes in her stay at Tanis. So far however, the real interest was focused on her and her interactions with the inhabitants of the city of Tanis. The last dozen people she had spoken to had been unemotional, staring at her on the focus drugs she knew all too well.

    She wasn't afraid though, she had nothing to hide, everything she experienced was laid bare for the agents of the Republic to review. Her track record was impeccable, her devotion to the Republic undamaged. She only hoped that the Republic wouldn't do what so many authoritarian governments had done in the past when a new, independant people made themselves known, ride over them roughshod in tanks, combat boots and bombs. She stressed whilst they were firecly independent, they wanted to join the rest of the Martian brothers and sisters, to share in what they had learned in their years of isolation, to make Mars green.

    The door opened and a man with a familiar face came in. Her CO from her days of running surveillance missions over the Northern Exclusion Zone. He pulled out the chair on the opposite side of the table and sat down. His pupils were not dilated, no focus drugs in use, at least no yet. He smiled at Karen for a moment before activation a terminal he had brought in. "Lieutenant I understand you have undergone several hours of debriefing and have sworn under oath you have told us any and all information relation to your...interaction with the occupants of this city, Tanis."

    "Yes Sir."

    "Good, you also have undergone a full medical and psychiatric evaluation."

    "Yes, Sir."

    "Excellent. You have, as far as you are aware, fulfilled any and all that has been asked of you since your return?"

    "...Yes Sir, I have Sir."

    "I would expect nothing less Ashoka." The man smiled again. She had never seen him smile, not in the years she had been running missions for him. Maybe he was relieved to see her alive and well? Maybe he was happy that he didn't lose an expensive asset out in the field and have to spend weeks tying to find them. Maybe...

    "You have also made it known the terms of this...truce you formed with the city of Tanis, and that its...government does not intend to harm us but rather the opposite."

    "Yes Sir, their intentions are peaceful...Sir."

    "Very well. Your request to lead the official expedition to Tanis has been denied."

    "What?! Th-"

    "You have been transferred under MCRN command, along with the corvette Atrax. You are now assigned to the Jupiter Fleet. You have been given 1 week of shore leave to visit friends and family before you are to launch from MCRB Persephone and join up with the rest of the fleet. Is that understood?"

    Karen looked glumly at the table. "Yes Sir...May I ask why?"

    "Command considers you a risk to their operations relating to the Northern Tribes. They consider you to be emotionally compromised due to your time spent with them and that you may have conflicting interests if you continue to fly missions that would bring you into contact with them."

    "I...see..."

    "Outstanding. Lieutenant, you are released from custody. Your family are waiting for you in Londres Nova. If you leave now you can pick up your personal effects from your quarters and get a train to Londres Nova before sundown."

    "Yes Sir. Thank-you Sir."

    The man stood with Karen, they saluted and he turned to walk out the door, however just before he opened it he stopped and turned around again to face her. "Lieutenant, Karen, it has been a pleasure working with you and I wish you the best of luck out there."

    Karen couldn't help but smile. "Thank you Sir, I'll make you proud Sir."

    The man turned, and opened the door, "Don't make me proud kid, make the Republic proud..." He said, as he left the room.
     
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  12. Erich Hunter

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    Transportation often proved more hectic than orderly, even if the entirety of the population served in the armed forces, everybody still wanted to get to their destination as quickly as possible. Erich expertly dodged incoming crowds, swiftly finding slim openings between people as he reached one of the trains before it departed. Gotta love Martian night life eh? Erich bemused as he leaned against a rail as the door shut next to him.

    Erich looked around and noted how similar everyone looked, their olive and red uniforms along with their military stance and discipline. But there eyes, Erich mused as he saw the vibrancy among his fellow countrymen enjoying the ride with him. Well, he was enjoying himself, the constant updates and news from the greater solar system certainly helped maintain a feeling of unease and uncertainty.

    The feeling however didn't last, Erich quickly jumped through the still opening doors and as if stepping into a different world, the clubs and bars filled with Martians that have just returned and now ensuring that their leave be enjoyed to the maximum. Erich pulled on his jacket and smoothed out the wrinkles and creases, his eyes scanning and calculating the different establishments.

    Let's try the Gimmick, playful and poetic name.

     
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  13. Irkalla Kasai

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    The Gimmick wasn’t much different from what she remembered. Granted, what she remembered most was its selection of alcohol, which was impressive even if you considered the fact they mostly served jaded, bitter officers.

    They certainly knew how to lift a spirit. (And how to pour one.)

    “The usual, Llywelyn,” she spoke up as soon as he appeared from the other side of the wall-length bar.

    “Long tour?” Already he was getting out his best whiskey. He’d switch to the cheaper stuff later when she was too drunk to tell the difference. (Her wallet could, though.)

    Kasai grunted in agreement. “The longest.”

    He placed the tumbler before her. Lingered.

    “Thanks. …something on your mind?”

    “I just— is it true?”

    “What?”

    “Coupla folks came in earlier, and you know how scuttlebutt goes…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Was Nergal really there when Eros… y’know?”

    Kasai scowled at her drink. Down the hatch it went. She slid the glass forward, wordless.

    “Ah.”

    After the bartender disappeared to deal with the influx of thirsty officers, Kasai fished her terminal out of her backpocket. She squinted at the bright keyboard and took a sip of her refill. Best type while she still could.

    @Gimmick. You coming?
     
  14. Brenda Hernandez

    Brenda Hernandez Kasai's Hammer
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    From the shadows of the Gimmick stepped a mountain. Long of torso and short of leg, it didn't take much for him to reach out and grab Kasai by the shoulder, using her as a counterweight as he settled into a seat alongside her. He already had a beer in hand, and a grin on his face that wouldn't have looked out of place on a reptile.

    "Didn't know you were here already." He remarks, amusement flashing like lightning in those brilliantly blue eyes. A meaty thumb hiked over his shoulder to the darker corner near the back. "Some of the boys are playing some cards back there. You down? Buy-in is cheap." He grinned wider, and then suddenly, as though deflated, his lips fell entirely flat and his face returned to it's usual scowl.

    "Waitin' on someone?" He asks, motioning to her terminal. "I guarantee I'm better company." His brows lifted twice, and a sneer manifested on his face. Old games, really.

    She'd tell him to fuck off.
     
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  15. Irys Akane

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    "Captain," Irys said, not even looking as someone took the seat next to her.

    "First names are fine Irys," Winiata said in a deliberately droll tone.

    "You have a first name?"

    "Hilarious."

    "Sorry Mele. Drink?" Irys replied.

    "Yes. Any kind. As long as its beer. And not whatever you've got there."

    "It's just a mojito captain. Won't hurt you."

    "Beer is fine. Expected to see you with a glass of refreshing water. Maybe something as exciting as a lemon wedge. Not a cocktail."

    Irys ignored her and tried to get the barman's attention. Through the myriad of coloured bottles she saw Irkalla and lump of human that was Hernandez. She gave a brief wave but didn't think they would notice. The bar wrapped around a tower of colourful bottles and Mele was going to have a beer.
     
  16. Irkalla Kasai

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    Damn right she would.

    That weight on her shoulder and a voice lower than the bass upstairs – yeah, didn’t even have to look.

    “Not as cheap as you are, though.” Kasai turned to face him and tipped her drink at the man. “A few more of these I think, then I’ll come. Save your dollars, Hernandez, or you’ll end up making bets you can’t afford to lose.”

    She grinned, broad and bright with whiskey. “Remember last year?”

    Irkalla sure did. Picked them all clean of money and favors ‘till the wee morning hours. A long night of embarrassment for Hernandez had been a long night of unadulterated entertainment for Kasai.

    She patted a shoulder she could barely reach and slipped off the stool. The amber liquid sloshed in her glass as she made her way through the growing crowd, absently pocketing the terminal again.

    “Akane,” Kasai greeted the Lieutenant, then the Captain, “Winiata. So Nergal’s playing Londers Hold ‘em in the back. Figured we oughta invite a couple Strident folks, seeing how much we burned together this tour.”

    “Only fair we lose money together too, innit?”
    She turned her eyes back to Akane, lips upticked with good humor. “Long as you can agree to turn off your implants, that is.”
     
  17. Erich Hunter

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    Several officers moved around and Erich kept his best posture possible, But don't let your shoulders look too stern he mused as he relaxed a tad as he moved through crowd inside of The Gimmick. Erich kept his own uneasiness to a minimal, he knew that almost everyone around him probably spent nearly half of their lives out there in space.

    The farthest from surface I've been as been to our shipyards Erich mused wearily as he slid past a pair of rather large Marines. He kept his ear out to hear for any talk of Eros, preferably from a crew that monitored the whole ordeal. Faint sounds and a few muttered words were Erich's only reward for his trouble of walking around the bar, but his ears perked at one customer that had been mentioned by the bartender as being from one of the ships that been apart of the Eros incident.

    One of the women, white haired only responded with silence, But perhaps I can- the thought broke as a rather intimidating looking Martian exchanged greetings with the woman. A card game? The corners of his lips tugged by his grin. His studies often led into more chance and unknown variable types of lessons and Erich mulled on his next idea.

    Erich moved towards the back, where the large Marine had gestured where the game was being played and soon Erich found himself watching several people burn through their wallets and enjoying it all the same. Erich moved in closer and waved at the dealer to draw him cards, he placed his buy in and offered a nod in thanks.

    "Take off the headgear," The dealer called out as Erich obliged and briefly scanned his cards. He looked at the rest of the other players, and offered a smile Reel'em in and bag'em. Erich wanted some information on Eros tonight but, he guessed making some money wouldn't hurt either. The young Engineer hid his grin well and watched the bets go through with sharp purple eyes.

    | @Irys Akane | @Brenda Hernandez | @Irkalla Kasai |
     
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  18. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Pilot for the MCR
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    The Hyperloop was the fastest land based method of transport for all Martians, the giant underground network spanned the globe, shipping people, equipment, food and other items anywhere they needed going with streamlined efficiency. It had been one of the greatest infrastructure projects in the nations history and its completion resulted in an explosion of settlements and population. Karen's ride on it from MCRB Persephone to Londres Nova took barely an hour, it had stopped in several settlements along the way including Mars' largest city, First Landing.

    By the time the train had pulled into Londres Memorial Nova Terminal it was almost full and Karen was thankful to alight. Londres Nova was bustling as usual, the great domes of the city glittered in the floodlights, the dull roar of hundreds of people moving, talking and laughing echoed off every surface. At the exit of the Arrivals terminal two familiar faces waited, her parents.

    ---

    Karen had suffered through enough hours of talking to her parents about her ordeal in the desert and decided it was time she cut loose a little. She had been answering to enough people lately, Nomadic Elders, the Military, even her parents couldn't stop with the torrent of questions. Excusing herself after she had finished her meal with them, she walked through the many tunnels bored into the Martian rock and wandered through the famous city of Nova Londres. Checking her hand terminal she wondered if her friends were around and thought it best to leave them be for now, she was sick of the questions and guessed they would only ask her more. Instead she decided she felt like a drink. Flying 14 hour missions over the desert didn't afford her much time to have fun and party so she decided to take advantage of her shore leave.

    Walking towards the entertainment distract she noticed several uniform clad individuals, the black and red trimmed suits of the Martian Navy were not exactly subtle, plus she had been given one of her own before leaving Persephone. Maybe it was time she saw how these people partied when off duty. The bar was several stories tall, it's multiple levels were connected by a gently corkscrewing floor that spiraled from the ground floor to the top. The entrance she walked into meant she would have to walk down several floors to reach the cocktail bar, and the relative calm on the bottom floor. Instead she bought a gin & tonic, turned around and leaned her back on the bar, watching a DJ rile up the crowd.
     
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    Harland walked through the tunnels from his family's home to the nearest commercial area. The area centered around a circular intersection with side halls that branched out from the center like the spokes of a wheel. As he walked the holographic terminals which displayed advertisements read him and brought up what they thought were personally tailored offerings: clothing, tailoring, matchmaking services, electronics, martial arts classes, and the like. He made note of a couple of the clothing stores as well as a Muay Thai kicking boxing dojo that looked promising and proceeded on.

    He spent the next few hours getting a haircut and shave, a massage, his boots polished, finding a new cologne, bought some new clothes, and generally pampering himself. He wanted to do enough civilian type activities to snap him out of his military mindset before meeting with Priya for dinner. They met a couple of months prior to his last deployment through a matchmaking service called Bespoke that catered to the well-to-do of Martian society. After his previous relationship of roughly eight months with Maria, he wanted a little help ensuring that anyone he ended up dating would be OK with him often being deployed and came from a similar economic background.

    Priyanka Shokar came from a family of brilliant minds in the Mariner Valley. Her father was a physicist, her mother was a doctor. Priya had chosen a career as an electro-chemical engineer, working on the terraforming projects from a lab only two kilometers from her home. She had that cosmically unlikely mashup accept of Hindi and Texan that permeated Mariner Valley.

    They had dinner at an Indian restaurant named The Buddha's Delight. As they had done before in previous dates, they ordered a little bit of everything and shared each other's food.

    "So... This assignment means you're back on Mars for a while?" Priya asked.

    "For the foreseeable future at least. With my job, I don't necessarily have to be deployed." Harland replied.

    Priya smiled.
    "I'm glad. It'll be nice to have you here in person."

    Towards the end of their meal discussed what to do for the rest of the evening.

    "I was thinking we could go dancing. There's a club called The Gimmick that a lot of the officers go to after deployment.There's a dance floor up on the third floor. I'd guess some of my people from the TiNe are there now. I could introduce you." Since Harland didn't have a ton of friends outside the military, introducing her to his coworkers was a close second to integrating her into his life.

    She tentatively agreed and a short time later they were being taken on a cart to the club. They could go to a fancier place later if she wanted but this was a decent start. Once there, they went up to the bar to get drinks.
     
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  20. Irys Akane

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    Irys gave a brief shrug and slipped off her stool, dress flicking out behind her. Their uniforms were deliberately formless. That helped with the act of flattening out her personality to become a straight-faced intelligence officer. Now, back on Mars, it was nice to feel slightly more like a human again.

    "Two drinks after four months dry and I don't think reviewing your expressions all day long will help me," she bemoaned. Irys wasn't so desperate to impress that she would cheat. She also returned to an officers pay that had barely been touched for months so wasn't feeling too anxious about being down a few hundred on her first night back. Assuming this wasn't some officer's club playing with silly money. The captains were playing with herself and Hernandez, not trying to impress some flag officers.

    As they walked she slipped her terminal from her bag to buy in. Gimmick wasn't the kind of club that had tattered tables covered in bent cards with piles of loose change and jewellery being shuffled around, all under a perpetually lingering cloud of smoke. The table was polished glass. The bets were colourful, holographic piles that slid across the table to hand gestures and voice.
     
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