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Lara Grove

Currently posing as a particularly tall Terran woman and under the name, Lauren Grove.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Prose, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Grove, Anna-Marie
Alias: Lara Grove, Rachel Groveshkna, Lauren Grove (Current).
Species: Human/Capsuleer
Race: Azrick
True Age: 71 Terran Years Total
Apparent Age: 28 Terran Years
Gender: Female
Eye/Hair Color: Blue/Brown
Nationality: UCON
Faction Allegiance: N/A. Outlawed by UCON. Known Association with Oriyaks and the SSOR.
Rank: Civilian
Skills: Pilot with the ability to be reincarnated into drone bodies.
Occupation: Capsuleer/Star Ship Pilot/Arms Smuggler

Considering the theoretical and completely experimental nature of the Conductor system, another technology was required to provide an edge in terms of sustainability and survivability of test subjects. Without further procrastination, the "Capsuleer" technology was introduced after the combination of Aschen and Coalition computers.

Created from a batch of clones and grown to the exact replication of the subject, cloning and successful synthesis of test subjects were created to supply the Conductor program with exact, precise subjects to provide testing and improvement to the system. When one subject would die in whatever accident occurred during testing, a supercomputer rigged to a nearby sub-light frame would use an array of sensors including (but not limited to) thermal, gravimetric, electromagnetic, electronic, optical and neutronic sensors to take a "picture" of the subjects brain at the exact state before termination. Transferred through the sub-light array to a location in Yggradisil Fields, the picture will then be read by another supercomputer and then transferred through a nueral link into the unactivated clone. Following the transfer, nano-machines fifty times smaller than a single bacteria activated in specific pathways within the subject's brain reattach neural links and construct any unregistered pathways to recreate the existence of the brain to the exact moment of termination ... in another body.

Subjects are often Scatterran males exhibiting sufficient ability to interact with their environment and often pass the Counter Balance-administered RADOS Clearance Testing.

Personal Relations:
Maternal: Una Grove/Deceased
Paternal: Markus Grove/Deceased
Sibling(s): Unknown/Deceased
Romantic: Mathe, Silas/Husband/Deceased, Sheffield, Marcus/Alive.
Weapons Preference: Pistol/Rifle Combination

Physical Description:
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 148lbs
Physical Build: Muscular
Hairstyle: Straight, Parted to the Right.
Hair Length: Shoulder Length
Discerning Facial Hair: N/A
Discerning Scars or Physical Deformities: N/A
Discerning Tattoos: N/A
Discerning Augments/Replacements: The only noticeable augments on Grove's body are the tell-tale signs of being a Capsuleer created by UCON: the technical ports that line her spine and the largest one which rests at the nape of her neck which allow her to "hook up" to any available and/or compatible starship or information line, directly.

Biography: For many, biographies are sweet and simple. One life does not even breach the notion of difficult when it comes to describing the experiences had and shared. But for Grove the same cannot be said. Thus far the Capsuleer has lived four previous lives due to her unique quality.

In the First, "Lara Grove" was not who she has named herself to this day. In this life the woman was known as Anna-Marie. She was raised in a military family whose loyalties had always laid with UCON in a fierce manner. And when the time came, Anna too decided to serve but in a way that was very controversial. Anna-Marie became one of the First Generation of Capsuleers, humans that were altered genetically to be able to escape the grasps of death. This program was designed to be for those wealthy enough to afford an ability that would allow them to live several lives through the use of computer science, and genetic science.

Due to the nature of the program, Anna-Marie was not able to enlist in the regular or special military however when the option was presented to her as she originally intented. Many candidates in her research group were deemed "unfit for duty" and had gone insane when puberty approached. "Project Lazarus" in its first stages was incomplete and had failed it first trial. Anna, though, survived and remained one of the handful of study targets that surfaced on the other side unscathed. Her and the others were the only reason the program continued and has continued use. Anna-Marie was an icon for "Project Lazarus" and a poster child for the remainder of First Cycle.

On an unfortunate evening during a conference for a second trial for the program, Anna-Marie experienced her first death. Many had shown up for the event, either to support the idea of people being "copied and pasted" into clone bodies or to protest the "grotesque abominations". Anna was shot standing proudly on the stage with her husband, Silas, and murdered in cold blood by one of the protestors. Neither survived the affair, but Anna-Marie was reborn in a crude fashion into a new cloned body when her translight signal was sent to copy, save, and download. This single act was what made "Project Lazarus" highly successful and a few men extremely rich. Still to this day, many believe in the controversy that the entire event was setup in order to shed light on how "Project Lazarus" could be beneficial to UCON as a whole.

After six months of rehabilitation and a new identity formed, Anna-Marie clung very desperately to her sanity. Wishing to escape the harsh reality of her former life, the Capsuleer changed her name to Lara Grove and signed up to due what she was created to do: fly space craft. Lara instantly fell in love with her training, and would continue on piloting through each of her lives. It wasn't until her Third Cycle that Lara did something unexpected. The events which unfolded to lead her to the present moment made her an outcast to UCON, marked forever a traitor and outlaw, exiled from her birth space nation, and forced her to the farthest outreaches of the known Milky Way Galaxy. The question of if Lara regrets risking open war with the Aschen Federation, destroying one of their most prestigious star ships, and affiliating with the SSOR and notorious persons of various factions is an answer known only to her.

Persona: Simply put, Lara is Lara. She is and always will be human to a degree. The Capsuleer tends to still with her gut instinct instead of listening to rational reasoning. Her emotions range widely with each situation presented to her from one extreme to the next. One could say that Lara is head strong, speaks her opinions, and does whatever it takes to complete a mission even if it means she has to give up her life. The woman can be a bit manipulative and cunning to a degree but is not always successful. If seduction tactics do not work, currency is the language that all xeno-species speak, and money is something that she has rarely ever had to worry about being a Capsuleer; one of the rare who can pilot star ships like no normal human being can.

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Lara Grove's Story

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Lara Grove waltzed down mainstreet until she reached a most familiar location ...

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Terra. It had been a long while since the Capsuleer had stepped foot on this particular planet. And naturally, Grove decided to come to the infamous watering hole of this damnable piece of rock. Perhaps it was because the woman was hoping to find an old friend, or perhaps it was because Grove had missed the stink of alcohol and tobacco. Maybe she had travelled back to Gambit's Bar because honestly, it was the most interesting place on the face of the entire planet. Well, whatever her reason, her feet had brought her here and there was no point in not enjoying a little mayhem—none caused by herself, of course.

Arriving at the bar counter, Grove rapped on it with her knuckles in an attempt to catch the 'tender's attention.

"Hey you," she said and gave a whistle towards Daniel Moonlight, demanding attention immediately.

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"Oh hell," Grove said before releasing an extremely amused laugh. "Do not. Do not. Do not, call me madam. I really ain't the type to be all formal. Grove will do just fine, or 'Hey you'. Something along those lines."

After giving the menu a look over while chewing on her bottom lip, Grove finally decided on what she wanted to drink after about five seconds.

"Alright, I'll have one of your strongest. Stovnoski. A whole bottle of it. Maybe two... no, better just make it one for now. Not like I have company at the moment," she comment while thinking a few private thoughts to herself.

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"Damn. You're a fast bartender there, aren't you? Got a bit of metal on you too I see," she said while pointing to his impressive arm. "I haven't seen technology like that in ages. Its a bit ancient, but its classic in my opinion. I've got some metal under the hood as well, but its far more advanced than what you got. I'm special." Grove gave a little grin before lifting her tumbler to her lips and took a short sip.

Immediately the woman's eyes watered up and Grove fought back the need to go into a fit of coughs. After a moment of attempting to control herself, she spoke to Daniel Moonlight again, "See, I'm what UCON calls a Capsuleer. I pilot not just any space craft but star ships. Part human, part computer, and part who-knows-what-else. Interesting, isn't it? Well not really. But enough about me, what's your name and where are you from?"

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"Moscow ... Moscow, ah! That's here on Terra isn't it. So you must be Earth born-and-bred. That's very nice," Grove said with a little nod of her head. "I'm sorry to hear about your arm and your ribs. At least you got the help that you needed in a hurry. When troubles stirs up in here, I tend to leave. I really don't want to ... well, make choices that will cost me quite a few cays. I really don't like being Reborn. "

"Honestly, Moonlight," Grove said while circulating her Stovnoski around in her tumbler," you should look at getting a new job. This place is far too hazardous. Have you tried looking around for anything else? Education, maybe?"

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When Moonlight divulged a small portion of his history with Grove, she immediately thought of why she was outlawed now by her home nation. The thought sent a chill down her spine and caused her to nervously glance around the room for any of the Aschen blood—hell, even Scatteran to a degree.

"I see. A hitman," Grove asked in a rhetorical manner while turning to face Moonlight again. Her eyes had passed over a Terran and she quirked a brow. What an odd man, but what else was there to expect in this place other than strange and outrageous?

"One of the best eh? I'm not sure about that. I've met some interesting ladies and they were ... well, I don't know what they were but they were assassins as well. They worked for people that you don't want to get tangled with. I had them aboard my ship for some time. There was never a more relieving moment in my life then when those three had left."

"Anyway, Moonlight," Grove said," I am glad that you came to your senses and have decided to live a more productive and less violent life. So, have you ever been anywhere not on this planet? Outerspace? Perhaps in the Sol Star System or maybe another solar system, hm?"

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The depressed look on Moonlight's face made Grove feel a little bad herself. These types of situations were always a bit uncomfortable for the Capsuleer and it was a bit apparent. She shifted in her seat and avoided eye contact with the man for a small moment, pretending to once again be interesting in anything else around her. She cleared her throat and lifted her glass, then spoke.

"Well, sorry to hear that. I can't imagine what it feels like to not rememb—" and then Moonlight chimed in with an offer which drew her attention back towards him.

"A cook on my ship? Well, I'm not sure ... I don't know how exactly long I'll be around. If I decide to hire you, you just might have to uproot yourself from Terra when I decide its time to go. Are you ready for that type of commitment? Before you answer that question also realize that I am a Capsuleer. I know you Terrans don't know much about us, but we're what you call 'immortal'. We die, we get reborn into new bodies ... I have lived a very long time and I only visit this planet ... very rarely now it seems."

She needed a reason to come here, did she not? Where was her reason? Had he left? Grove's eyes grew a bit distant and she took another drink from her Stovnoski. It almost appeared that she ignored the man who had sat beside her, but at the last moment, Grove shifted her gaze over, gave a small smile, and returned the nod.

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Noticing something out of the corner of her eye, Grove looked over and saw a doll. Had that been there before? She didn't know and honestly did not care. Grove never had the chance to play with toys and things of that nature when she was a child. There was no time. Then there was an interruption just as Moonlight was hastily making his decision.

"You're kidding me, right? Is there never a moment of peace in here," Grove mumbled to herself. The woman lightly face-palmed and rose from her stool. She then turned to the group of men and sighed as if extremely exhausted.

"Okay, you found him, or did you," she questioned. "Perhaps you have merely found someone that appears to be the man that you've been looking for? You do know there are things called clones, yes? I happen to be one, so might this man behind the bar be one as well? Prove to me that he is who you are looking for, and I will shut up," Grove challenged in half-interest.

Moonlight was a good man, but this was just about as far as Grove was going to stick her neck out for the man. After all, they had just met and she owed no allegiance towards him, unfortunately. She was not about to got shot over something she had nothing to do with.

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Grove threw up her hands in defeat, tumbler still clasped in her fingers.

"Okay, okay. Fine. Have at him," she said before sitting back down on her stool. "I'd hate to lose such a good bartender, but its not like I was the one paying him anyway. Hey, does this mean that my drink is free this time," she questioned before giving Moonlight an apologetic look. And then she watched him being escorted out by the group of men. It was a stab to her heart—a very minuscule one, but there all the same.

"Can't save them all, and I'm no hero," Grove toasted to herself before downing the rest of her drink.

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Hearing something invade her mind, Grove spit out portion of her drink, perhaps spraying a few patrons in the very near vicinity. After a fit of coughs, the woman looked around and then beneath the bar counter as if she were looking for something.

"Are there speakers hidden around here?"

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"... that you were a pilot, yes?"

Grove immediately perked up from beneath the counter and hit her head on it with a loud bang. The woman grasped at her head and groaned in pain. Shit that hurt and it was making her eyes water. When she thought it was safe enough, Grove nodded and glanced with blurred vision to the man who spoke to her.

"Yeah ... ow, I'm a pilot and not just any pilot. Capsulee—Fuuuck, that hurt—Grove at your service," she said with a small sob.

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The arm offered was, naturally, declined. Grove needed no one's help. She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and gave her new acquaintance a glance over. 'Not bad,' she thought to herself silently. A small grin settled on the edge of her mouth and Grove straightened herself out, thrusting her hand forward in the usual human gesture of wishing for a handshake.

"Lara Grove, Marcus, and its nice to meet you. Now I have a feeling that you're not here to just impress a good-looking woman. You seemed to interested in the fact that I'm a pilot. Am I right, or am I embarrassingly wrong?" Her free hand still remained on the top of her head and Grove gingerly stroked the sore area. A small bump was forming and a headache was going to follow soon.

'Must drink more Stovnoski before it hits,' Grove told herself while giving her bottle a lecherous stare.

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Pouring herself another glass, Grove focused on it more than Marcus. The throbbing in her head was already foreshadowing what she knew was coming.

"A job. Well, that depends on the terms of the job that is offered. My morals may not be exactly pure and 'saintly' but they aren't on the other side of the spectrum either. Whether I take the job or not also depends on the timeline you need it completed, Marcus, and where you are going. Space isn't exactly free, and I can't go wherever I please," Grove said while repositioning herself to face him and half-lean on the bar at the same time.

"But, maybe, if you have the right amount of currency, I may consider extra things. What's your offer?"

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"Yeah I know where Polis is located," Grove retorted while giving Marcus a wary stare. Why the hell would anyone want to go out there and why did he say that she wouldn't need to be getting him back out. It all sounded shady to the Capsuleer and smelled like bullshit.

"Okay, look guy, I don't play this game. Don't give me your vague crap and just expect me to go along with it. You either tell me the reason that you need to get all the way out to the damn Razorbacks or I am just walking away. And seeing as I am one of the very rare Capsuleers that come to Terra and have the explored regions of the Milky Way Galaxy memorized like my first academy sweetheart, you're really not going to find someone better than me to take you where you need to go."

Grove then swigged down a good portion of her Stovnoski and was taken aback for a very small moment. Where was the burn? The woman looked into her glass and then under it as if something was suddenly missing. What was missing was her sobriety which was ticking away more and more every moment.

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"Magnificent? Hardly. What we do is just that, yes, but us as a ... people? No. Most of us go insane even before our Second Cycle," Grove said with a shrug of her shoulder. She seemed to not care at all that he had almost insulted her. Did Marcus not know what a Capsuleer was capable of doing?! The very thought outraged her and sent each nerve tingling fire red like a stirred ember. The only clue to her annoyance however was merely contraction of her brow while Grove attempted to stare a hole through Marcus's forehead.

"So tell me. Why do you want to die? I don't understand." And the truth was, that Grove didn't understand why someone wanted to die. She had four times already done so herself and each was more traumatic than the last. Who would want their last memory be their own death?

"What is so damn special about dying," Grove questioned while hearing something rather heavy sit down on her other side. She didn't even bother to look over her shoulder. The Capsuleer was far too focused on the answer that was about to be given to her—or not given.

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Aschen. The very word sent that familiar shiver down her spine and again Grove looked over her shoulder as if someone was watching her. Sure they wouldn't recognize her in this body and the Capsuleer was more than a master at forging identity documents, but it didn't stop the flow of memories. Grove was a highly wanted woman by the Aschen Federation and by the Coalition. It hadn't been her fault the glassing happened, but she sure attempted to put an end to it. It wasn't every day that someone could boast the things that Grove could boast.

"The Aschen, huh? It seemed that everyone on this planet has one of those stories to tell it seems. Even I do. Killed most of my crew here while we were repairing my ship. They were busy glassing the entire planet, apparently searching for terrorists or some other nonsense. I lost some very good companions that day, and all because of 'justice' or however the hell those people justify their actions," Grove said with a sympathetic nod.

"Now see," she continued, peering into her glass," I understand your pain and the hurt that you're experiencing. More than you know, but I don't understand, still, the reason you want to die. Believe me. You don't want to die. It is not a pleasant experience and unlike me, you don't get to come back and there are no second chances. Do you understand the gravity of what you are wanting to do. Marcus?"

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"I did," he had said which left a question in Grove's mind. Did Marcus truly mean that in the past tense or had he just mistaken himself? Just as she was going to open her mouth to ask that very question, a man approached them both and breeched the subject at hand. Grove listened to this new man, and then Marcus. What had started out with a simple offer was turning into something much more complicated. Having drank a good amount of Stovnoski, the Capsuleer was clinging desperately to her sobriety at that moment. Words were start to blur and twist around. One thing was sure though: Never mention the Aschen on Terra. It stirred up drama.

"I'm sorry but I have no idea what anyone is talking about anymore. I was discussing a business proposal with Marcus, and all of the sudden we are on some crusade to rid everyone of the Aschen? Thanks but no thanks. I don't like dealing with those people and I won't ever again fight them even if I was highly successful. Bringing down one of their major starships and ruining a few others is good enough for me," Grove said, letting the sole reason of her infamy slipped by. She never could keep her mouth shut when not sober.

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The throbbing in her head was escalating even though it was supposed to be doing quite the opposite. There were too many people around her and the Capsuleer was becoming quite nervous all of the sudden. Where was Hadden when she needed him. That damned Oriyak always gave her a sense of peace in some odd way. Maybe he really was becoming a friend for Grove, or even more than that—a best friend. Bah. She was Azrik. It was impossible. Grove just liked toying with the man.

"Okay, stop talking to me all at once. You're confusing me with all your shit," Grove said while peering to the three, each in turn.

First it was the cyborg. "Look," Grove began," I don't know who you are and I don't need security for me or my ship. I have a crew that already does that." It was a lie. She hadn't had a crew since the glassing. Ramirez needed to be found and soon. Grove didn't want the man to feel as if he had been abandoned.

Second was the new guy. "And you, tempting. You are speaking my language but talking to me about money right now is not a good idea. Maybe I can get a business card, or a contact number?"

And last. Last was Marcus, who Grove was attempting to be more attentive towards.

"Look, I will consider your offer if you give me one thing in return. You spend a day with me and then we will talk," she propositioned while looking around the room. "... somewhere away from this place. Do that, and like I said, we'll talk—"

Then the mechanical creature spoke up and Grove arched a brow.

"Didn't they take you, not even an hour ago? Did I lose some time in between now and then? Oh man, I'm losing my mind. This Stovnoski is stronger than I remembered..."

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After Grove was handed a datapad, the woman took in a long and calming breath of air. Okay, now that that was dealt with and put on the back burner, it was time to return to the task at hand.

"Look, I am very busy here and I don't have time for pranks to be played on me or for someone to mess around with my head. Go away," Grove said to the creature that used to be Moonlight with a gesture of shooing it away. Her patience with the cyborg creation had grown to thin and her nice demeanor was gone; shattered.

Reaching into a pocket, Grove pulled out a short cord from her flight suit and literally 'plugged' it into the nape of her neck. Next came a small pad from another pocket and it seemed that Grove was downloading something onto it. With a small flutter of her eyelids, the Capsuleer unplugged herself and slid the pad over to Marcus.

"Here, a list of ways to contact me. I will be expecting to hear from you soon, and if I don't, I will make sure that you are stuck on Terra forever. Make big note of that." It wasn't impossible for Grove to do that, but next to impossible. It was more so a bluff than anything else. This man was interesting. The woman didn't usually like to talk about death, but she was certain that before Marcus really committed to wanting to end it all, she could do something to change his mind.

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"Don't call me 'Miss'. I don't like it. See you around," the woman said with a small wave of her hand. It was obvious that they would be seeing each other again. Mission accomplished. It only came with one side-effect; a stalker.

Time to forge new documents ... or even get Reborn. She'd get rid of the cyborg. Somehow. With yet another shiver running down her spine, Grove was gone from the bar ... without paying her tab. That was left for Marcus.

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Strolling into the bar, Grove removed a pair of solar shades from the bridge of her nose and then attempted to straighten out her hair. It wasn't hard to the Capsuleer to pick out the man that she had come here to meet. He stood out a great deal due to the fact that everyone else seemed to be holding a conversation. The woman walked over to him with a blank expression—she didn't want this man to know that she was mostly sold for the fact that he had offered a lot of money. Grove loved money.

"I'm a few minutes. I apologize. Well, then, shall we get down to business then," she ask before gesturing to a table.

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At the offer of a smoke, Grove's nose turned upwards and an obvious face of disgust was shown because of her dislike. Her Second Cycle was spent as a smoker and after years and years of using tobacco or any reagent, the Capsuleer was finished forever.

"Eh, no thanks. I don't smoke," was her simple reply as she slid into a chair directly across from this man—a man who still hadn't given his name or told Grove who he worked for. This meeting was already shady and she had the feeling it'd become even more so as the conversation continued.

"I'm not going to play coy with you, I do like money, but there are still a fair amount of options I won't even consider no matter how much it pays. The jobs I do on a day to day basis are not ever easy and difficult is a cake-walk," Grove said with a bored expression as she leaned back in her chair.

Contract. Grove did not like the word "contract". It meant things that she was not ready to deal with, now or ever.

"So, tell me the details of this 'job', 'contract', whatever you want to call it and we'll see what I have to say about it."

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"Flagship. The Aschen's starships," Grove said bluntly, ignoring Michael's question for the time being. The woman rubbed the tips of her fingers together and just stared at the man across from her for a long thirty seconds. There was something mulling around in Grove's mind and it was putting an even more foul taste on this little meal.

"Look, guy," the Capsuleer said while leaning forward and slamming all four legs of the chair back down on the floor. "I've already taken out one of their ships. Dawn Under Heaven or whatever it was called. It cost me everything," she said while standing up and pinning both hand on top of the table. "I lost my citizenship with the Coalition, I lost my job as an official pilot, I lost the accessibility to fly starships, I lost my life, and I had to steal my own translight signal so I don't get caught and executed by my home nation. Do you honestly think that I would go and lose what little I have gotten back since then?"

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"I am a Capsuleer, damnit! I'm not some fuckin' thief pirate that goes pillaging ships and ruining other people's lives," Grove burst out in an emotional rage. "I am a top ranking starship pilot that can do things that no regular human pilot can! I am a survivor of Project Lazarus' first generation and have seventy-one years to my name so far. It is a dishonor to even offer me this low paying, piece of shit, job. I am over qualified," she continued on before taking in a quick deep breath. The months spent not being able to pilot specialty craft was getting to Grove and it was a shame that she had walked out on Havok after he had saved her ... Rebirthing. The ship he had offered her was beautiful even though their destination lay in the Constructs.

Grove picked up the datacard and gave it a glance over, quickly studying the number it displayed. Pocket change but it was a fair start.

"Fine. I will do it, but I don't want your damn citizenship. I belong with Scatterans, my own people."

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It was hard for Grove not to noticed Ari coming into the bar and especially in the fashion that the woman had arrived. It was difficult to recall a time where the two women weren't drunk together. One could almost say they were old drinking buddies and one of whom owed Grove a lot of money. Now, the Capsuleer wasn't a petty woman but when money was owed, the relationship changed a little bit until that debt was paid in full ... even better if interest was tagged on top like a big fat cherry on a chocolate sundae.

"Right, right," Grove said while turning her attention to Michael, missing out on Ari's little "trick". She watched the mysterious man leave—her new employer's liaison—then turned back to the little scene developing across the room.

Grove walked across the room and folded her arms across her chest, then looked at Ari with a blank expression ...

"Stop being ridiculous. You're embarrassing yourself, Ari," Grove commented while making a wide gesture around the room.