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"Just... Harkov..." She said as she fought back another wave of nausea and pain. Things would sort themselves out eventually, but this time she wasn't sure where she and her new companion in the cell would be going. Either way, it looked like she was being held captive on Sky's Edge by some small time pirate stupid enough to try to traffic parts out of the system.

"Depends on if they got past the overrides..." Rei said tiredly, noticing that they'd taken liberties to check her person for weapons; removing the blade she tended to keep in her right boot and the coms bracelet. "It's an old ship though, so..." She added with a halfhearted shrug. Though, she would still pay good money to see them go up against an Alpha level, when most ships were Beta or below. But still, when she thought about it, it had been a good run and the ship had proven itself nearly invaluable. The Ghost Dance had it's share of unusual equipment, and a good bit of it was designed to keep intruders out and client's relatively honest.

However, there was still the nagging question of the strange Aschen woman and her ship. Thinking back to it, none of it added up. The other shouldn't have let her go so easily, or only demanded payment for damages that she hadn't even inflicted. Most of those were from the woman pulling maneuvers meant for suicide missions.

The resulting running fight had been mostly what decimated Ghost Dance like it was, and in some ways Rei was thankful that a stray shot had taken out a critical memory bank. Not for the AI, but other information stored on day to day activities.

"Hah, other side of the Aschen line... imagine that." Rei snorted having a fair idea where that line stopped recently. Most patrols in the system by the Aschen were half assed, and done as little as possible. In many ways, she suspected that they didn't know what to make of such a system like Epsilon; especially with it's potential to become dependent again. "But.. it doesn't surprise. Sky's Edge is known for that." She commented.

The planet and it's constant war, was most smuggler's fondest dream. Things could be off loaded with no questions asked to a clientele that was far from choosy.