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Harry Mason

"I'm just an entrepreneur of sorts"

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a character in “Sanguine Caifu”, as played by conor

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This barely-cohesive bunch of near-strangers are the crew of the Qi. Under the orders of Captain Ju everyone...pretty much just does what they want, honestly.

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  • Username: conor
  • Name: Harry Mason
  • Age: 39
  • Occupation: Goods broker
  • Equipment: Two large containers. One carrying various bits of clothing, personal items and a very rare 7.62 nagant revolver. The other case contains a communications device used by Mason to communicate with his various contacts.
  • Purpose of Voyage:Facilitate transportation of goods between locations.

So begins...

Harry Mason's Story

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Image "Yi Dwei Da Buen Chuo Roh.!" Ju spun on her heel, cursing vigorously. Either Zasha was going to murder Kiran, Kiran was going to seduce her damn mechanic or Kiran was going to fuck this up some other way. A Companion’s life did not prepare Kiran for a quasi-legal smuggling life. If she was lucky she’d get between the two before Kiran ended up with a wrench lodged in his skull.

"Ai Yah Tien Ah …" She grumbled as she reached the lift. This was taking longer than she wanted. And then her watch started flashing. A call was coming in. From Xhava. Naturally.

"How W’rin Bu Lai, Whai W’rin Bu Jwo! " She rolled her eyes. This shit was getting to be too much. She answered the call. " What is it Xhava, I kind of have a…situation…on board."

“Yeah well I got news you’ll want to hear. Open your cargo hold, you’ve got one more coming aboard.”


"Xhava, we’re full. I don’t need anyone else on the Qi." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose right between her eyebrows. She could feel a powerful headache coming on. Like the first rumbles of a storm. Tonight was going to be rough and they weren’t even out of atmo yet.

“He’s a paying customer.”

"Funh Pi…" She chuckled, a bitter and harsh sound. "Fine. I’ll open the cargo airlock, but get him on here quick." She grabbed the rail on the top of the ramp leading to the cargo hold and flipped herself over it, landing with an echoing thump on the floor of the cargo hold. Damn it felt good to be on her ship. She stood up and made her way to the cargo-hold’s air-lock, eager to see who her second customer was going to be.

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The stifling heat of this planet had made the journey to the shipyard uncomfortable. Harry Mason stood outside the main office dressed in a well kept suit fitting of his past position in the alliance. Although, in heat like there was today it was most certainly a poor choice in attire. Still, Mason had to keep up appearances.

He waited for a few more seconds before knocking on the office door again. Finally on the other side he could hear some shuffling and a moment later a short, stout lady burst out of the doorway glaring at him curiously. It seemed like she'd seen a fair few strangers already today. "I'm looking for a..." Mason plunged his hand into his suit jacket and produced a piece of paper with his handwriting on it. "Captain Fu Ju Min, I hear she is looking for some people before the ship departs? I of course have the means to pay for my passage."

The woman looked at him up and down and nodded. "Come inside I will call the captain". "I would prefer to stay out here with my luggage if you don't mind" The small woman shrugged her shoulders, smiled and disappeared back into her office. Mason had hired a courier to bring his luggage this far, he had even sat with him in the transport vehicle to ensure they arrived safely. They were too important to trust someone else with without his supervision. Looking to the sky he could see the day was dragging on no, the sun no longer sitting above him as it began it's long arc towards the horizon. The sooner he was on-board a ship the better.

Without warning the woman burst out of her office, "This way, hurry now" the woman grabbed one of the containers Mason had brought with him and was powering her way towards the ship before he could even protest. Picking up the second container he followed after.

Thankfully the ship was closer to the office than Mason imagined. After picking up his case he remembered why he had hired the courier in the first place, they weren't exactly light. The woman must have been built like an ox to carry it so far so fast.

As the cargo airlock opened a blast of fresh, cool air greeted him. The inside of the ship was a familiar site, the cold steely-blue interior of an alliance ship was not an unfamiliar site given Mason's past. Following the woman's lead he stepped on board and put the container down on the ship floor. He then noticed a confident if not slightly irritated looking woman approach. "You must be the captain, my name is Harry Mason. I understand you will be leaving this rock shortly and it would appear that is something we both have an interest in." Mason extended his hand outwards in a handshake gesture.

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"That’s me. Fu Ju Min. Captain of the Qi. We’ll be taking off as soon as out crew is settled." She grabbed the man’s bag, hauling it up with surprising ease. She barely noticed the weight, her mind was too preoccupied. Sure, a customer was great to have, and under other circumstances she'd be welcoming the man.

"You’ll have to forgive my rush, Lao Sheong. I need to get to the mess so I can prevent my mechanic from murdering the Kai Tze I picked up a week ago." She sighed, shaking her head. "Should have kicked that Lio Coh Jwei Ji Neong Hur Ho Deh Yung Duh Buhn Jah J’wohn planetside as soon as I saw his damn face. And now I’m stuck with the Buhn Dahn." She muttered mostly to herself. Mistakes just kept adding up. One thing after another.

Once she had Mason and all his gear aboard, she tapped her watch and the airlock sealed up. "Sorry, Sir. If you’ll follow me up to the main deck I’ll bring you to the mess and introduce you to the crew. We should even have a dinner if you’d like to partake. Once that’s done, I’ll introduce the pilot to the Qi and we’ll get off this rock." She left the bags tucked aside and started up the cargo ramp, expecting Harry to follow her when he was ready. She found it was best to not rush customers or force them to interact with the crew. Everyone was different and some preferred to keep their employees at arm's length.

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Character Portrait: Zasha Venediktov Character Portrait: Montgomery Character Portrait: Fu Ju Min Character Portrait: Monolith Character Portrait: Kiran Character Portrait: Harry Mason Character Portrait: Corvin Ross
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Mason realised he would have to lay down some ground rules when it come to his luggage when the captain picked his bags up, but now was not the time. He unzipped the second bag slowly to make sure i'ts contents were unharmed. He needed the device working or it would all be for naught. Brushing off his suit jacket he promptly followed behind the captain.

"Meiguanxi captain, although a murderous mechanic seems rather interesting choice in an employee who's job is to keep something alive. Granted ships are far less annoying than people. While we are away form the rest of the ships inhabitants I think it might be prudent for me to request somewhere..private, for my work. Preferably for me to sleep as well. I have some portable equipment if there are no private rooms with a bed." Mason left the conversation there for the captain to consider as he found himself following to the mess.

Upon arrival the room seemed, dysfunctional to say the least. A shouting match between the captain and a rather flamboyant looking man, or child. He wasn't quite sure. As he panned around he noticed a few other crew-mates, not much untoward about them other than a strangely blasé attitude about firearms in a ship that would shortly be pressurised. It was only until his eyes met a well composed man sitting at the table that alarm bells went off. He carried all the telltale signs of an alliance operative. Mason would know, he spent enough time around them in the past.

Thoughts flickered through his head, was he here for him? It seemed unlikely that if the alliance wanted him that he'd be still standing but Mason knew things, knew people. Maybe he wasn't here for him. Either way, Mason was rattled by his presence but he'd have to keep his composure. Too late to bug out now.

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Charles sighed in mild annoyance as the two bickered back and forth; he was already taking a minor disliking to the flamboyant man, who certainly carried himself like a Companion; a breed he could never stand; spoiled little rich-kids who sold their bodies for extravagant sums and felt entitled to respect as a result.

He finished his meal as quickly as he could, and in good time, as the Captain blazed out. He hadn't paid attention to the fight, but it sounded like whining on one end and sniping on the other. No matter. A crew that squabbled amongst itself was a dread for any captain, but for him, it was perfect; what better way to avoid notice than to be the only person on the ship no one held anyone explicitly open hate for? Sure, he would always be under suspicion, like a silent neutral nation during a war; what the belligerents failed to realise is that the neutral nation waited only to profit from the ruins.

Charles was about to leave when he noticed the new person in the room; another crewman? He saw his eyes sweep over the ensemble, dreaded the moment when...

The eyes landed on him, and widened just so slightly. A mere twitch of instinct, but visible enough that his caution was obvious. Charles frowned, scratched his chin a little and headed over to deposit his bowl in the dishwasher.

Avoiding all eye contact, he strode into the hallway the Captain had gone down, intercepting her as she waited by the airlock lift.

Hoping he wouldn't detonate her again, Charles spoke.

"Do believe me when I say that I understand that Companions are perhaps the worst breed of human.

He coughed, recomposing himself.

"Now, about the... destination I proposed. You'd want the coordinates."

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Zasha watched, fascinated, at the bickering around her. Obviously there were some stories behind these arguments, and whatever the Captain and Kiran had, or used to have, was complicated. Something big had gone down between them, and she could see from their fighting that whatever had actually happened, anger still burned on each side. Not a good omen for a captain and crew member, but she'd seen crews hold through worse. A new person came in, another passenger perhaps, since Monty was apparently the pilot?

As the Captain left the room and after her the man she suspected was an Operative followed, she wondered what was going on there. Perhaps she would find out in time, perhaps she wouldn't. And if it was Alliance involved, perhaps it was just better that she stay out of it. She didn't have any warrants out for her arrest, precisely, but the Alliance was like an octopus with tentacles everywhere. It was always just best to stay out of reach.

She finished her bowl of stroganov and, since there was more left and no one else was coming in, shrugged and filled her bowl again. This time she ate more slowly, since the edge of her hunger had been taken off, but felt like some conversation was required in the silence.

"So... anyone know where we're headed next?" she ventured, hoping someone would know and not berate her for her ignorance. Zasha didn't care too much where they were headed, since in her experience the mechanics were forced to stay on the ship most of the time, but there were some places she had to keep her head down more than others. Anyway, it wasn't like she had any say in where they went, she was just crew, and new at that. She would just have to roll with whatever the Captain decided to do, as long as she was getting paid. If she wasn't getting paid, well, then there were other options.

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Kiran shrugged and leaned back, his spoon still resting in his mouth. This was nothing new to him, though Ju Min wasn’t usually quite so snippy with him. He had to admit that she’d had some good line though, even if she hadn’t meant it. He did raise an eyebrow as the Operative stalked off after her. Ju Min wouldn’t have let him on the ship if he wasn’t on her side, and she was right about the ship. It wasn’t wise to kill a bio-siged captain on their own ship. If the Operative was smart enough to fool Ju Min, he’d be smart enough to know that. He was still curious about why he’d be following Ju Min, until Zasha piped up.

If I had to guess, I’d say wherever that guy wants to go.” He shrugged again. He had another question though, something he cared about more than their destination.

I’m more interested in you though.” He turned to Zasha and fixed her with another smile. “What tipped you off that I was a Companion? I mean, obviously I’m gorgeous, but you’re proof that being gorgeous doesn’t mean you’re a Companion.” He winked, his eyes dancing with mischief. Let Ju sulk on the Bridge. He had much more fun things to do.

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Zara considered it. "To state the obvious, you're a bit too pretty to be hired on as a regular member of the crew. It's not like being in the Black makes anyone ugly, but you look like you've actually worked at it. So between that and the way you flirt meant you were probably a Companion, and if I'd guessed wrong you'd have just taken it as a compliment." True, he could have also been the captain's, shall we say, personal friend, but usually ships like this weren't wealthy or pompous enough to host anyone who served no purpose. It didn't sound like Kiran had any non-Companion skills, but the argument he'd had with Captain Ju sounded like she owed him a large debt, and that probably explained his presence aboard.

What she didn't say that she'd assumed, and she thought rightly so, that if he hadn't been a companion he would have taken little to no notice of a short mechanic. Companions flirted like they breathed, it was in their training and very nature to charm and flatter anyone they met. True, she'd never actually met one before, which was why it had made her so awkward at first--and that was hopefully finished now--but she'd seen them from a distance with the rich and powerful. Of course she'd heard things about them, who didn't? The 'Verse was as it always had been, fascinated with money and sex. She had to be careful not to let his flattery turn her head, or she might be getting in some hot water with the captain and her new crew. It would help if he wore more clothes.

The new passenger came in, and Zasha motioned to the empty seats now that the Operative and Captain had left. "If you're hungry, you're welcome to have some. It's just stroganov, nothing too fancy, but it's edible."

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"Rodger that Monty." Ju Min flicked a switch on her watch and spoke into it, her voice echoed over the Bridge and down on the main deck. Speakers in the mess, the bunks, and the cargo holds were all hooked up to her watch. The Comm panel wasn’t the only way to speak to the crew.

"All hands to Stations. We take off in five minutes. That means Zasha, I need you at the engines. Corvin, Harry, Kiran, you guys are on dishes, try to have everything put away or covered before we take off. I don’t expect a rough take-off but shit happens." She paused for a moment, reveling in the feeling of being at the helm again. It was her home, truly. No matter what had happened, the Qi was here for her, and she was where she belonged.

"Monty, call for clearance. There shouldn’t be a wait, but we don’t want you practicing evasive maneuvers while we’re still in Atmo. Mostly because I do not at all trust Kiran to get anything covered before we take off." She sighed. Trusting Kiran with anything was unwise.

"Charles, you might want to find a place to sit down." She stepped up to a raised platform a few feet behind the pilot. She grabbed the railings and took a deep breath. Finally. The were going to hit the Black.

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Hearing the announcement, Zasha jumped from her chair, wiping her face as she did so and throwing the napkin back down on the table. Calling out a "Thanks!" to those who stayed to clean up the mess she'd made while cooking, she dashed to the engine room and started getting the reaction thrusters warmed up. They would likely have to run at the same time as the pulse drives for at least the first part of the trip, depending on the course plotted by the pilot, so they needed to be ready to pair with the other engines. The military-grade part of these engines meant that they worked a bit different than she was used to, but the basic working parts and mechanics were the same, so Zasha wasn't too worried about it. If all went well, she'd have plenty of time to get used to the quirks aboard the Qi, especially that of her engines.

Everything was looking good and starting up just fine, so with a few minutes left Zasha started tightening anything that looked loose and checking every kind of wire for frays. She'd done it as soon as she got to the engine room the first time, but no one had ever found fault with her double, triple, even quadruple checking things so long as it didn't slow the ship down unnecessarily. And given that this was a bit of an unfamiliar engine, she didn't want to leave anything to chance. The screening field was perfect, the anti-grav functioning excellently, and they were ready for liftoff from her end. There wasn't really any place for her tools to be kept during the inevitable bump and jiggle of getting from Atmo into the Black, so she packed everything back into a bag again and slung it on her back. She didn't want to leave the engine room while they were first starting up, just in case, so she slung her tool belt around her waist as well and watched to see if anything went wrong. If it did, she'd be ready to jump in and get it fixed.

The engine room was noisy as things started up, as cued by the pilot, and Zasha idly wondered what that would be like. Steering a ship through the Black, concerned with where they were going rather than how. She'd taken a turn in the pilot seat when she was younger, and found it not to her liking. She preferred the simplicity of mechanics and gears rather than the often artistic basis of piloting, from what she'd seen. Engines worked best in one way, and sure you could alter them to do whatever you liked but the principles remained the same. Besides, heavy tools were fun, and multipurpose if someone decided to do something Zasha took serious offense to.

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Kiran sighed and stood up, stacking the bowls that were empty. The dishwasher was empty. Hell, it could well be pristine and never used. Hopefully the machine wouldn’t bust open in the event of evasive maneuvers. Not that he didn’t trust the totally untested and possibly trigger-happy pilot—wait—no, that was exactly right.

Any man who carried a shotgun to dinner was probably not the most relaxed man in the ‘Verse. As he would expect from Ju Min. The Medic kills people. The Pilot can’t keep his hands off his guns. At least she’d been considerate enough to hire some cute crew members. And maybe she’d even gotten them some jobs.

The leftovers were in the fridge and the pots were in the dishwasher. He wasn’t going to let the only real food in a week go to waste. He would hoard this food in his cabin if he had to.

Better strap in boys. Wouldn’t want your pretty faces getting all bruised up.” He winked at the two men who were left on the deck. Just because Zasha had a job to do didn’t mean he was out of people to flirt with. “Jump seats are this way.” He waltzed towards the stern, the seats were near the ramp to the cargo hold.
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Mason was on his way out of the mess when he heard the announcement over the intercom. He scowled and dropped his shoulders. Looking down at his watch he cursed under his breath. "Late" he though to himself. People wouldn't be pleased. He could have missed a lot of things in absence. Now he had no choice but to delay even further. That was of course unless he wanted his face to have an impromptu meeting with the ship floor when the pilot lifted the ship off the planet. That wouldn't benefit anyone.

He watched as the young guy made his way to the jump seats. He seemed so full of himself. If it's one thing Mason hated it was an ego. It always got in the way of business and that never worked well for him. Mason scoffed at his comments and reluctantly followed behind to get himself strapped in safely before take-off.

The sooner he got into atmo the better, even if that meant putting up with this ponce for a few minutes.

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As soon as she heard about the search, Ju Min braced herself, waiting to see both what Monty was going to do, and how he was going to do it. She flicked over a confirmation for his maneuvers, the ship reading his heart-rate and correctly predicting a rough take off. As the ship lurched up, she instinctively buckled her knees, keeping her body loose and ready to react to the ship’s movements. Anyone not in a jump-seat was going to have a rough time of it, and she hoped Kiran had actually cleaned up instead of expecting a soft take off. She couldn’t keep the grin off her face. Yes. This was what she wanted, this skin-of-her-teeth escape. This prickling up her neck and the fluttering of her pulse.

"Looks like a solid course Monty." She released the bar she’d been holding, confirming the pilot’s course. "The Qi doesn’t burn as much fuel when she’s empty, pull that stunt when we’re loaded and she won’t be as nice to you."

She swung herself over to the communication panel. She wasn’t sure if or how far they might be tailed, let alone if they’d be fired on, and she wasn’t going to release her grip on Qi just yet. "Sorry about that rough take-off folks, I hope you’re all strapped in and braced well. Should be clear from here on out, but keep your wits about you for the next hour or so."

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Mason was barely in his seat with the buckle fastened when the ship jolted forwards at sickening speeds. Although his past employment prepared him for this situation it was still a shock. After everything had subsided he unbuckled the belt and waited for the room to clear. Once more he glanced down at his watch and scowled quietly. Time was pressing, the more time wasted the more the plan was delayed.

Quietly he worked his way down to the cargo bay, looking around to make sure he wasn't being followed. Once down there he moved to his bags. He let out a sigh of relief when the contents of the second bag seemed undamaged. Smiling to himself and he propped his back against the wall looking out at the cargo bay. With a quick heave he produced a portable communications console. Resting it on the floor in front of him he produced a cable from the bag too. Slotting it into the back of the machine produced a satisfying click. The other end of the cable would be more problematic. He searched around the cargo bay until he found what he was looking for. A comms socket, tucked neatly off to his left. Once he had finished plugging the wire in he went back to the console and opened it up.

The screen flickered to life leaving a blue glow emanating from Masons face. Messages began filtering through, quite a number. They were all encrypted using an old forgotten language from 'earth that was' so no one sniffing for clues could read the contents, the destination or the source of the message. Studying the list of messages Mason picked out one in particular from a captain George Yun, Alliance navy and opened it up.

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"Alright." Ju Min scanned the faces of everyone at the table. They were only a day away from arriving at the station, the ship had made good time and everyone seemed to be settling in nicely. But this was still the crew's first real job, a good test run, but it was best to maek sure everyone knew what they were doing before they hit the deck. "Before we all subject ourselves to whatever it is Kiran has concocted in the kitchen--"

They’re pancakes Ju Min. Stop acting like this is some bizarre food you’ve never heard of before.” Kiran’s drawl came from the kitchen, where the smell of food was just beginning to waft through the ship

"Whatever." Ju Min rolled her eyes and pulled up a map, turning everyone’s attention to the screen she’d pulled down between the mess and the main deck.

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"This is our best guess at what we’re going to see in the station. We’ve run scans with sonar and infrared, so we can be sure that if there’s anything organic on that station, it’s not breathing anymore. No promises this map is accurate, but it’s at least an idea of the layout.

We’ll be docking in Arrivals, then we’ll split into three groups to spread out and grab what we can of value. If you spot something useful or that looks like it’ll fence well, then grab it. We’re not desperate for any supplies, but I want each group to focus on a particular section of the ship.

"Montgomery, you and Harry will hit the Cargo bay and see if there’s anything good in there, if there’s nothing, move on to Storage and see what you can get there. Zasha, You dig through the Engineering and see what you can get. Spare parts, fuel, any tools that catch your eye. Kiran, your job is to run whatever they find back to the ship. Above all, you four, be ready to ditch when I give the word."

"Charles and I will be digging through the Research wings. Hopefully we’ll find some sort of tube-grown alien, super weapon, or something else that’ll sell for bank. I’ll keep in contact with you guys through these…" She set out five rectangular devices made up of half speaker and a single button underneath it. "Press the button to contact me, otherwise I’ll be able to contact you when it’s time to get out of there. With any luck, that won’t be because I’ve unleashed a horrible alien plague destined to consume the ‘Verse.

"Questions?"

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To himself, "Burn, burn until you see black." Monty looked over at Ju, "Duìzhǎng, whats the stations status? And why has she gone dark? I'm guessing the crew didn't just get board of her and leave." With that he gave Harry a quick look over. 'Hope he at less as a good idea on what to grab. Doesn't seem like the get my own hands dirty if I don't have to guy.' Then he went back to studying the map.

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"Well, we’re not wholly sure, actually." Ju Min shrugged, turning her attention to the screen.

"There’s nothing overtly wrong with the station from what we can see at this point. The Security wing’s been damaged, and there’s a hole in the hull there. It's sealed off by the bulkheads so we're not in any danger from it." Her displeasure was clear in her voice. Normally the Security wing would be her first stop, seeing as it would likely have all the guns. Weapons always fenced well, if she chose to fence them. It also never hurt to keep them on hand. Maybe it was for the best though, the last thing this crew needed was more weapons, especially Monty.

"But otherwise the station’s intact, hell, the ventilation system is even still running, but the whole thing is just…dark. The odd flicker of light here and there, seems like some of the electronics may still be functioning, but from what we can see here, the place is abandoned.

"It’s an old Alliance military station, currently tied up in paperwork and bureaucracy. The place was cloaked, so whatever they were probably wasn’t…friendly. I’m only half-joking about the plague, so we’re clear. Could be they had a virus that spread and wiped out the crew, leaving the systems untouched. Could be someone sabotaged the research, killed the crew, and took off on their own. All we know is that there’s nothing alive on that station." She shrugged and looked over at Charles, her eyebrow raised. If anyone was going to have more information on the station, it would be him.

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Zasha loved salvage like her mother's borscht, but this station made her uneasy. Mysteriously intact but dark, and an obvious hole in the hull? There were no good explanations for this, and as much as she was curious to know what had happened, she was more interested in grabbing what she wanted and getting out.

"If you guys see anything mechanical in storage, if you have a chance, pass that along too if you wouldn't mind," Zasha asked, looking at the pair headed there. "Some of these ships don't exactly store the right stuff in the right places, so it's possible that there's some quality mechanics in storage because they didn't know better or there just wasn't room. Anything we can't use will probably sell for a pretty penny at the right shipyard. Especially if it's one of the many parts hard to get hold of because the Alliance hoards the good stuff."

She would have to bring a few tools, just in case she had to detach something from the engine itself. Part of her hoped the engine was in sad disrepair, because cannibalizing a good engine was always shameful. She had no real objections, scavenging was a part of life in this business, but she'd still rather leave an engine intact than tear into it, given the choice. It was certainly likely that this station's engine had no parts in common with the Qi but it was hard to tell without actually seeing it. The military grade engines about the Qi took some odd parts that she wasn't exactly familiar with nor had replacements for, so she couldn't turn up her nose at taking any from the station engine.

Looking at the map, she noted that Engineering was close to where they would be docking. Hopefully that meant she could get everything she wanted aboard before something... unexpected happened. Zasha didn't care what the readings had said, she was taking at least her guns to the station. She couldn't shoot a virus, this was true, but if there was something else on that station she didn't want to be caught unarmed.

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Charles sighed, taking this as his clue to speak to the gathered people. "When I stole the files relating to- yes, I stole files relating to an alliance station, how else do you imagine I convinced the Captain to allow me aboard? When I stole the files, the access was heavily restricted; even on my access, which, as an Alliance Operative at the time, was quite high, I could only read a small section. All it stated was that this was a former refueling platform for aiding the suppression of rebellions in the area, and that it was shut down due to various irrelevant reasons. Problem is, it was dropped under bureaucracy, as the Captain said, and never decommisioned." Charles gave a rare upwards tug of his mouth at this.

"Supposedly. However, the Alliance has a tendency to bury its past in deception, even for its most trusted personell, and thus we're unfortunately going in quite blind. Needless to say, carrying weaponry along into the station is certainly a proactive decision. These old stations are notorious for their overzealous automated security systems, and if the reactor is still online, the emplacement guns are too."

With this finished, he crossed his arms and nodded to the Captain to resume.

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"So let me get this straight. We are going to a highly classified Alliance station, that has gone dark, has a hull breach, and no sigh of life... but appears to still be operational? And to top it off we not even sure how good of a pay day this is going to be? Gao Guhn! Because, no offence captain, but this doesn't have bad idea written all over it. But your the captain, so do we at less have a solid dock or am I doing a hard manual dock?" Monty hated everything about this trip so far but he had to get back into the black and this trip he hoped would lead to a payday he desperately needs. He then turned to Harry, "So friend, you ready for this simple routin job?" The thought of hitting this station with an agent who "stole" this information, and a Àomàn suit, really mad him uneasy. But this wasn't his first messed up mission, though this one at less wouldn't end with as much..."collateral damage" and "acceptable losses". With that said he adjusted his balaclava and whispered to himself, "Burn, burn until you see black. Black as night, cold as the grave, only there will I find my place and my peace."