Snippet #2826247

Delfye
(OOC: Apologies, this was supposed to be posted earlier)
Finally, after several more hours had gone by, the speaker in the cell crackled to life. ”Why have you come to Blue Heaven? What are your intentions?”

Huh. How do you like that? No introductions, no formalities, or threats. Delfye thought. They must be pretty scared. “I’m here to check up on a friend.” He replied simply and truthfully. The questioning did not last long.

“In light of your… special circumstances, GCIS has elected to drop all charges and set you free, so long as you agree to leave Blue Heaven.” It looked like Delfye was not going to be talking to any warm bodies--at least no GeneCorp ones.

“Okay.” Delfye shrugged. “How?”

“You will be provided with a ship, and a cargo manifest with a delivery roster. GeneCorp will pay two-hundred thousand credits, half up front, half upon delivery.” The disembodied voice replied.

The sammaran’s eyebrows rose. Apparently sometimes it paid to be a cursed monster. “I want one million. Also, you’ll file age-of-majority termination of the conservatorship for Aishe, daughter of Alim, publicly, with ICON.” If he was going to get turned into vapor, might as well get a good price for it.

There was a long silence. Delfye stood and faced the camera. “Have we reached an impasse?” He asked. “Do I need to create a different solution?” He tapped a finger to his ocular implant.

Not long after, Delfye walked free.
(To: Back to Docks and Maintenance)


Station Security

As much as they enjoyed the lack of oversight, that being independent contractors entailed, the station security personnel did not particularly ken to being called “rent-a-cops.” “Get yourself a mirror.” Was the growled reply to Tetsuo’s question.

A maintenance worker was more helpful. ”They let ‘im go. Turns out it was just a couple of those ---hole GeneCorper teens joyriding again.” The worker groused. ”If your talking about the owner of the pod they crashed, I think I saw him head back down to the docks, a little while ago. You probably just missed him.” That information might not be too helpful to Tetsuo, but--luckily--maintenance was not in any great rush to get to their next job, and the worker was more than happy to stand about jawing for a bit.

”Say; d’ya know what that thing on his face does?” The worker asked. He then proceed to describe Delfye, his ocular implant, and other cybernetic enhancements in pretty fair detail. If Tetsuo was very observant, he might recall having seen someone similar working on a light freighter back at the docks. If he wanted to go back and question the man, though, he would first have to extricate himself from the “conversation”--more of a monologue, really--with maintenance--which had turned to the worker’s favorite ZB team, and their pathway to this season’s championship.