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Veronica Crowe

"Mother always said to mind your manners"

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Sepokku

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Physical Description/Age: Veronica's hair has never been cut, and goes down almost to her feet. It's been obsessively dyed pink; she refuses to change that, carrying around pink dye just in case. She's only 4'1, and still a very small twelve year old. She wears simple clothing: dresses, stockings, gloves, and cowls. The only oddity to her outfit is a specialized gas mask her mother made her, one of her last mementos of her now deceased only parent.

Personality: Cold, callous, and very polite. Veronica takes her job very seriously, and doesn't suffer fools. She's incredibly intelligent, and enhances her cognitive abilities with her own mix of drugs and chemicals. Though very young, she only acts her age when trying to deceive her victims, taking on a very professional business type personality otherwise.

Equipment/Abilities: Her bag contains regents and a volatile mixture of chemicals, liquid, solids, and even gases. Her mask filters out most gases, including all of the ones she carried on her. It even has a small canister of oxygen, allowing her to breathe for short periods of time in oxygen-less environments. Otherwise she's hyper-intelligent, smarter than the average 28 year old, and capable of increasing her intelligence by taking supplements she carries.

Historical Background:Veronica's mother worked for Zenith Enterprises for many years, raising Veronica without a father. She never met her father, and rumor has it that her mother had her without a father, using another method to artificially conceive. However when Veronica was only five her mother died. Rather than become an orphan and go to foster care, Veronica took up her mother's work. Now, twelve years old, Veronica has become a leader in Zenith's dark underground. Whether it comes to mixing and synthesizing chemicals, or administering poisons to her targets, Veronica does so without hesitation so long as it's Zenith's goal.

So begins...

Veronica Crowe's Story

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#, as written by Sepokku
The Sigma Fleet housed many different labs, used by many different people. However, Veronica's lab had been her mother's and was used solely by the little girl now. It was near the outer edge of the fleet, as to minimize collateral damage should any of her experimentation go wrong. Once "accidentally" a toxic cloud that caused near instant drowning to anyone who inhaled it was released from the lab, and it had been moved as far out as it could get ever since.

Veronica was synthesizing a gaseous compound that infected most bipedals with a sort of accelerated rabies. She was working to make the onset time almost immediate, and the stage of hyper-reactivity and aggressiveness as violent and long-lasting as possible, before ultimately killing the host. Test subjects were kept in cages nearby: rats, dogs, bats, birds and raccoons. Birds had a curious reaction to the virus, becoming asymptomatic and recovering nearly immediately; they would be used to synthesize a cure.

The girl's work was important to Zenith Enterprises as it represented advances in bio-weaponry, as well as measures of population control, without directly linking to the company or their partners. If all went well she would present her findings and all relevant data to the CEO, Mr. Wilson Colk. Her mask was running with full safety protocols in place, filtering the air while also monitoring it for potential contaminants. A long, wistful sigh caused it to fog up every so slightly before counter-measures defogged it. Turning a forlorn eye to the window, Veronica noticed a ship coming in to dock.

The experimentation would be at a stand-still for some time, while she waited for the latest batch to distill so she could ensure the gaseous delivery wouldn't be compromised. She unlocked her door, the air-tight seal hissing as she did, and stepped out of her lab. Before heading away, she re-sealed the lab, locking it with a combination oral pass-code, finger-print, and retina scanner. The girl calmly proceeded to find the docking station, curious as to their newest arrivals. A red-eyed devil girl was one of them apparently. "Are you here to see Mr. Colk?" Her voice was distorted due to the mask's voice modulator, she'd tuned it to sound older and more mature.

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The spider with Clumohne said nothing when the tiefling was addressed as they didn't speak for false matriarchs unless bidden. He stood a little over a meter tall in a bright green color though he had white pock-marks from bullet scarring all around his cephalothorax. Along a bandolier strapped to the head-torso a small green light blinked from its RF transceiver used for speech. It held a PDA lacking a keyboard in two flexible mandible arms occasionally raising it into view to check status reports. They didn't have any vocal flaps to speak with as the Vulcan organ used for thermoregulation left scalding breath and made any such adaptions by the Gardeners a statistical rarity even among their rarer genome mutations.

Clumohne looked at the little girl, figuring by the look of her must be in research somewhere, given the mask. At least the small girl looked like a young human. Clumohne eyed her second's PDA with a dock overview showing soldiers moving into view. Anti-material rifles could be heard sliding from between deck plating inside the ship behind her. They wasted no time moving defensive walls into place either the creatures now under her command clearly very much believers of defense in depth as none moved even as the airlock bulkhead closed behind her.

The Tiefling smiled though it clearly ill-suited her face, "Yes. I've been invited to discuss any concerns Mr Colk may have now that I'm enjoined by Matriarch Nemesis for a search of lost personnel. Who would you be?"

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#, as written by Sepokku
Certainly unique members of the company, a half-devil and an arthropod, both mercenaries by the look of them. Though, "mercs" were certainly by no means strange when it came to Zenith Enterprises. Her ship seemed to contain a contingent of soldiers, clearly audible in their preparations. Were all mercenaries so paranoid? The girl thought to herself while sizing them up. No, only the good ones, she concluded.

The airlock closed, and the half-devil addressed the little girl, inquiring as to her person. "Ms. Crowe, I am a legacy employee working with R&D." The girl extended a tiny hand to the Tiefling and continued her introduction without changing tune. "My work hit a waiting period, and I came to see what all the fuss is about. Your spider there, the green one with bullet-scars. Does it secrete toxins?"

Certainly there was always new creatures from across the Universe coming to the fleet, however as a spider-ish creature this one was interesting. Who knows what kind of exotic poisons or venom it may produce. The Black Widow's neurotoxin hijacked the subject's own nervous system, a poison similar to that could easily be the next step in her rabies project.

Veronica waited for the answer, whatever it might've been, before continuing on. "Ah yes, Mr. Colk mentioned visitors. Rather, the fleet's been abuzz expecting you. Let us go see him then, don't dally the fleet is a maze this time of year, and I've got to be back to my lab sooner rather than later."

The girl's tiny boots clicked along, heading to the CEO's office. Whether or not the Tiefling followed her, or didnt, she had to report this to Mr. Colk and get back to her work. Perhaps with Colk's assistance she could requisition some samples from the Spider for personal use. If negotiations went badly, she may even be called in to deal with it. A dead spider could produce useful samples as well as a live one, after all, just not for as long.

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Clumohne wasn't entirely sure of that answer herself and looked to her second with a raised eyebrow. An eye cast back toward were the ruddy half-ton high soldier sort hid itself by subfloor grating behind the bulkhead. She saw the rifle in lockup under the high soldier's name easily reached into the realm of artillery. Their sawtooth grip shock-absorbant gimbal mounts while expensive had excellent performance characteristics after watching them at the ship's range. After looking him up in person she could tell he had poison of some sort after a 'close look' from underneath but the small ones had small fangs too on the inner mouthparts. All the Xenobiologists on Sopitos released papers constantly from what she could tell but mostly along encrypted private links. The Gardeners hadn't finished the wideband interlink building yet so wide public access to their limited global internet didn't exist for her to dig through data that deeply.

The Tiefling took the small girl's hand and shook it politely, "A developer of new tools. How useful, Miss Crowe. Poison, Second?"

Her second quite a well-read generalist for this position picked up on the hint from his False Matriarch filling in missing common knowledge as they went, "The high soldiers do have explicit poison. Some of Oculi's new healers have odd poisons but only one I know of is MIA. It varies by what the high soldiers are exposed to like the gestalt immunology of group low scout cabals. I, a low soldier, would still kill you humans if I bit you as mine are for blood transfusions. We may all be our equivalent of your Rh Null but our fluorocarbon blood is horrifically chemotoxic and hemotoxic for human iron-based diploids if our immune cells don't start detonating hydrofluoric acid in you first. Our organs can easily tolerate hemolysis by injury."

Clumohne raised an eyebrow realizing it was no wonder the things bruised and bled milky, "Acid? Whatever for?"

Her second stated matter of factly gesticulating a pulsing curl of its mandible arms with his elegant voice from the transceiver on his head, "All Gardeners have adaptive nanoimmunological structures. No black lung for us. We became deeply resistant to nanites from the blood wars after the purge of our former dominators."

The second followed with Clumohne but a faint scuffing of its skittering feet was all the noise it made. Clumohne's boots made the telltale clap of reinforced combat boots however business casual they may be. She made a mental note to ask Colk about getting some of those research papers coming out of Logicroad.

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#, as written by Rulke
While this was going on Wilson Colk was in a phone call in his sparse office, "Well you tell Terran Government if they try to block The RIP being reopened then I'll personally hire my best lawyer and bankrupt the Government. The RIP is being reopened and none of your stone-walling will stop us." Pausing only to emphasize he continued, "Zenith Enterprises may be a young Company, but I promise you don't want to make us the enemy Ms Madame Secretary. ARE. WE. CRYSTAL. CLEAR?" he ended hostility barely hidden in his voice, "Good, now don't dare call me again unless you are approving the project." ending the call he smirked cruelly before patching into his secretary, "Brenda, withhold any calls from the TNG. I want to make them sweat."

With that, he would approach his exquisite mahogany desk and pour himself a drink of the finest scotch before checking his schedule, "Ah, so it is today. I best prepare myself then." pulling up projections of Quarterly Reports and other stats that the Mercenary would require.

Preparation was key

Of course, he was aware of the meetings nature. He had been briefed by Mr Fletcher on this as LogicRoad were the ones truly in charge here, of course, this was never stated overtly for important reasons.

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#, as written by Sepokku
Crowe nodded slightly, already navigating the maze that was Sigma fleet. "You're aware that our company goes through Mercenaries like water?" The near silent click of her boot-heels punctuating her sentences suggested a thoughtful cadence. "No matter, you're here at Sigma Fleet, so you have to know what you've involved yourself in." The girl continued purposefully, weaving throughout the maze of ships that made up Zenith Enterprises.

"You have to be quite confident, to garner Zenith's attention. Most of the people I meet in regards to company matters come from our sister company." The spider was quite confident in it's pharmacology. She wondered if it was even intelligent enough to denote pharmacology, but it was no matter at this point. Veronica had served this company for a majority of her life, regardless of the consequences, and she had no intent to worry about the repercussions now.

"I'm no diploid, Sir Spider. Haploid, as it be. I am of a single set. Not that the fact bars anything. I can easily replicate diploid-ism via certain procedures..." Biological replication became so tiring to Ms. Crowe. People always thought of it as some be all, end all. Where it was really only a simple step in Biology.

They stood outside Mr. Colk's office. "We have arrived, Devil-child and Arthropod. Mr. Colk isn't to be trifled with. I bid you pay him careful respect. As for me..." The girl feigned at brushing dust from herself. "I've work to attend to. Best of luck, to the both of you." The girl curtsied, leaving in a hurry, rushing back to her lab.

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Clumohne gave a wry smile at Ms. Crowe following close in her own combat boots, "I never liked wasted resources. Too much work training the new help. I make it a policy not to waste an employer's resources. My clients so far have been quite appreciative."

The second replied to Crowe their name chosen by being a venue of knowledge, "You are a single copy, barren false Matriarch Crowe? How interesting! I will have to read about it Purveyors for the matriarchs must know a little of everything. Our Matriarchs use two males for their birth eye to choose among potentialities. Logicroad tried to replicate us but all the eggs were dead-minds. Matriarch Hygieia was not pleased."

Clumohne put up a hand to quell her second before giving a polite goodbye to Crowe, "Thank you, Second. I appreciate the warning, miss Crowe. Good day."

She looked down at Second to speak whom tilted immediately to look with a primary eye the implicit obedience left a pleased tone, "Second, If you could please remain outside the office. I wish to talk with Mr. Colk in private. Ensure we are not interrupted unless I or Mr. Colk make an invitation for such."

Second tapped its front two legs on its forehead in their custom of obedience. Clumohne nodded and entered the office. Second turned and gripped the door with his hind legs to close it slow and quietly. Two legs braced on each side of the door and the front four clung hard to the floor. A battering ram would probably break the door before it dislodged Second.

Clumohne waited just past the doorway both hands in view as one did in meetings like these. The red eyes looked at him closely evaluating her employer as much as he did her.

Her flat tone had none of the emotion she usually faked as a token of respect, "I'm here with plausible cover for work since you're paying a pretty penny. I heard logicroad even seeded the option. I've sent my new second out of the room so we can speak plainly. As covers go this one comes with an unexpected benefit that makes me Captain so I assume you have quite the problem."

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#, as written by Rulke
To say Mr Colk was not fond of being addressed so plainly was frankly an understatement. Nonetheless, he merely ground his teeth before turning, "For many what is a problem is more often an opportunity. And this is what it is." he gestures to the projected screen, "In essence, we need a group of individuals no questions asked to perform a commute from Terra to Sigma Fleet. The package is from The Davrell Insitute otherwise known as The RIP in common parlance. These are extremely dangerous individuals and you will be transporting a hundred journey. They are magical, otherworldly or just plain dangerous without enhanced capabilities. You deliver them here every two weeks and you get paid."

Turning back to the mercenary he went on, "You are not to ever ask what we are doing with them and if you try free these individuals I shall send our best bounty hunters for your head." pausing he surveyed their expression, "The other problem, little more complex but Mr Fletcher asked me to look into it, hire a team to survey what happened to The Cryo Facility near New Canton, we have no idea what it is but we feel it is time to address this issue now. The second job payment up front, the first is payment when you deliver. You can take both or neither." walking over to the table he produced an electronic tablet, "Here are details you need for Cryo Facility and here are the details for the delivery. The amount promised for Cryo Facility is 500,000 of any currency denomination paid upfront on the ship before landing."

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Radio Static sounded from Mr Colk's comm system. Then...

"This is Kekkonen. I can confirm I am en route to New Canton with Vrisz, and will be expecting the payment of 500,000 in my off-shore bank account by the time I get to New Canton. Over"

The setting changes from The Sigma Fleet to Starship HQ

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#, as written by Sepokku
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The setting changes from Starship HQ to The Galactic Center

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#, as written by Sepokku
 “ Well this is boring, to think there would be NOTHING here ”

The setting changes from The Galactic Center to Disgleirio Spaceport

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 “ Not much of a port, is it? ”

The setting changes from Disgleirio Spaceport to Genesis

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"So is that it? I have died?" Veronica looked around the field, she seemed to be almost completely alone

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