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The vast interior of Blue Heaven.
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Blue Heaven Interior Cavern

The vast interior of Blue Heaven.

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Blue Heaven Interior Cavern is a part of Blue Heaven.

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Arnheim the Station Monitor [9] Coordinator for the Station Operations.

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 “ Hrm, what's this? ”

Arnheim the Station Monitor picks up the Slimy Egg.

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GeneCorp Blue Heaven Branch Office

The GeneCorp office and manufacturing facility in Blue Heaven has changed quite a bit over the centuries the corporation has maintained a presence on the asteroid. The current friendly, polished, carpeted and tastefully-decorated office, dormitory, and living spaces are a far cry from the endless rows of cloning vats, training barracks, chemical tanks, and windowless high-security research laboratories of the original installation. While some laboratory spaces remain, they are now bright sterile places viewable from behind glass on the visitor tour.

The offices of GeneCorp handle some of the day-to-day business of the multi-system corporation. Besides the research laboratories, the rest of the facility is given over to the Genetic Marker program. Sample subjects are brought up from isolated regions of Terra, inducted and trained in the GM program, and either remain on Blue Heaven, or are deployed to satellite offices in other star systems.

To this end, there are well-appointed dormitories, classrooms, dining, exercise, and recreational spaces, for wards of the corporation. GeneCorp GM employees are often inducted as children or youth in order to maximize their useful service period, and they often come from isolated or impoverished backgrounds. GeneCorp provides a secure and supportive youth training environment that meets the needs of all program inductees.

It is not--as some detractors claim--an orbital prison designed to keep unfortunates and orphans as corporate slaves beyond the reach of Terran law.

At least not at first glance.

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“Hey, don’t sweat it, stations freak me out too.” The Aeros girl sitting across the table from Aishe said conspiratorially. “No sky!”

“Wh-- Who are you?” The blue-eyes of the youth dropped from the picture window looking out over the interior of Blue Heaven to the winged person who had taken a seat in front of her.

“I’m Miiya Aether!” The girl chirped. “And, before you ask, yes, these are real.” She louvered the feathers on both wings. “And, also yep, I can fly in up to one-and-a-half gee’s.” She grimaced apologetically. “Sorry, I can’t carry you, though, except maybe in quarter-gee or lower, but you can pretty much fly on your own, then.” The grimace became a grin again. “I’m an Aeros. Ever seen one of us before?” Be fore Aishe could reply the girl went on, “I’m human, like you, this is just a gene edit I inherited. You could get it done too, but then you and I would both get fired. Haha.”

“Because I’m a…” Aishe made the connection immediately, but was cut-off by Miiya once more.

“Yardstick! Haha, they tell us not to use that term, but you might as well get used to it.” The winged girl bubbled. “Yeah, you’re a pureblood… um… ugh hair?” Miiya ventured, looking down at the tablet in front of her.

“Ughyr” Aishe corrected, possibly for the hundredth time since she had left Urumqi. “From Xinjiang.” When Miiya’s eyes crossed a little, she added: “Asia? …on Earth? …Terra?”

“Oh yeah!” Miiya jerked a thumb over her shoulder, as if indicating the actual direction toward Terra. “That one! All yardsticks come from Terra.” At least that’s what her materials had said. “Well, I am your Personal Youth Ambassador. PYA. Miiya the Peeya.” She quirked an eyebrow, looking up and back. “Doesn’t sound all that flattering, actually.” The grin returned. It seemed to be her default expression. “I’m not sure why they call it “personal”, I have, like, five other kids assigned to me.”

Aishe was taken a little aback by the person before her referring to her as a “kid.” The winged girl seemed to be at least two years her junior. But maybe that was another mutation? Decreased ageing? Miiya had not stopped talking, and she did not seem inclined to do so anytime soon. Aishe had never known anyone so exuberantly loquacious, but there were many things off Terra that were new, some that she liked and some that she found disturbing. She decided that she liked this noisy, irreverent mutant.

So far, her experience as a ward of GeneCorp had been full of wonder, and this she--when able to get a word in edgewise--related to Miiya. Aishe had never been farther than Kashgar. While her village was ostensibly electrified and had a few network connections, they still relied on truly ancient tech like solar and solid-state batteries, cobbled onto practically-prehistoric stone, wood, and brick buildings. She knew of starships, cybernetics, Genetic Engineering, and off-world colonies in theory from teachers and the village tinker, but experiencing such a massive flood of tech firsthand all in the span of a few days had been a bit overwhelming.

“I know! That’s why I’m here! To help you adjust!” Miiya chirped. “Don’t worry, I’ve never lost a kid yet!”

Over the course of their meet-and-greet luncheon, Aishe learned not to take Miiya’s somewhat-unnerving proclamations too seriously. She also discovered that Aeros were voracious eaters. “H-how…?” She began, when her ‘mentor’ returned with a fifth plate piled high from the buffet.

“I know, right?” Miiya said around a mouthful of sandwich. “I used to think thmm wamf sumffn…” She swallowed. “...wrong with me, too, cuz I didn’t grow up around Aeros.” She cocked her head to the side in a dismissive gesture. “But, no, this is just the way we are. I’m REALLY different--and not just the wings. I can see a lot farther than you, my blood is thicker, my bones are lighter and more flexible, even my muscle tissue is different from yours under a microscope.” The Aeros girl was getting into her role now, genuinely excited about the talking points she had been encouraged to cover with her charge. “And there’s soooo many other edits out there; people who can see in ultraviolet, people who can live in high-radiation without medicine, miners, sailors, soldiers, swimmers, and flyers, like me!” She paused both talking and taking in food on the inhale for a moment. “And this program--you--make it all possible. GeneCorp helps other companies baseline their genetic engineering; keep us all in the same Genus--at least--and make sure we don’t edit in any mutations that could result in problematic hybrids.” She paused and took a swig of a fizzy orange drink. “Whoo. That was a lot, and I think I got it right. Essentially you’re here to make sure I don’t grow a beak and start laying eggs!” She amended: “Or my kids, someday, I guess.”

Apparently the only silences Aishe could expect were awkward ones, and that was what ensued. Miiya filled it by eating, Aisha was simply grateful for a moment’s peace.

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The lights of all public areas in the interior cavern flickered, then began to blare red and then blue, red and then blue, red and then blue. A voice calmly blared through the sound system for all to hear above the din.

Attention Everyone
Blue Heaven is now experiencing an Emergency Lockdown.

All scheduled shuttles have been cancelled until further notice.
All visitors and residents are to clear the docking areas.
There are no outgoing visitors or residents permitted at this time.
All incoming visitors and residents in the airlock queue may proceed.
All docked vessels are to remain in position.

Please remain calm and go about your business.
We thank you for your patience.


Any security alarms (as installed according to code and the respective business owner's preference of alarm) within private establishments such as GeneCorp, Club 47, and Hotel Zafiro would receive the message of alarm and react accordingly

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Miiya was a few weeks into her rotation through Blue Heaven, and she had mixed feelings about the posting. The work--if you could call it that--was great! Essentially she was just a liaison with the Genetic Markers being brought up from Terra. Her “job” consisted of socializing with the newcomers and helping them adjust to life as a GeneCorp ward. She was not even responsible for arranging schedules or transportation--that fell to a pair of full-time employees. When on shift and not with the GM’s, Miiya was the gofur. That had her running around the station doing odd pickups, deliveries, and occasionally setting up or tearing down events for the GM’s. None of the work was difficult, and most of it was pretty fun. Further, she had now had a pretty good sense of Blue Haven from all her comings and goings.

While the work was good, the environment was not. Miiya did not like life in a tin can or a hollowed out rock. Blue Haven’s warren of skyless decks, pods, towers, and lifts brought back memories of home, and those were not welcome. She really wanted to be out under the sky again--or at least somewhere you could fly without drawing attention. It was still fun to aviate in narrow spaces like Blue Heaven’s interior, but changing decks by flying felt like showing off, so she often took the lifts during the busiest hours of the day. Which sucked.

She also did not have a lot of down time during which to visit Cahron. Even when she wasn’t working, she was often scheduled to be on-call or at least present on the GeneCorp campus. When she did have empty time, she was encouraged to spend it with her half-dozen charges. That was all well and good during the honeymoon phase when everyone was fresh-faced and full of wonder, but as she and the GMs became more comfortable with one another, some conflicts of personality arose. On the whole, the Aeros girl was glad she would only be here for two months.

Even if she didn’t like the environment, or if she sometimes groused to her brother about having to play nanny to the Terrans brought up by the corporation, Miiya never showed her disquiet to her charges. She liked them all well enough--even the somewhat bossy ones, and Aishe in particular. The Ughyr girl--though she basically grew up in a prehistoric agrarian village--seemed like a kindred spirit to the city-born flyer. Though they both shared a deep resentment of the circumstances of their upbringings, each still possessed an unshakable core of filial piety. This kinship made for quite an excess of complaining that would sound eye-gougingly whiny to any eavesdropper. Their bitchfests conversations were almost a form of superpower, generating a repulsive field around the two girls that was an almost tangible wave of brain-melting tedium to any outsider who came within earshot.

Miiya was delighted, then, when Aishe’s quarantine came to an end, and she was allowed on escorted outings around Blue Heaven. “I have SO much to show you!” She bubbled when Aishe approached her about leaving the Genecorp compound together during her free period. “So, there’s a group attending the opening of Zafiro hotel--yeah, boring, I think so too.” Miiya interrupted her own suggestion as Aishe cocked an eyebrow. “Or, I can show you the best spots on the promenade.” That got a smile. “I mean, there’s docks, external station tour boats, and other dumb shu, but we can do them another time.” She nodded when Aishe suggested they visit the bazaar. “Right! Let’s do it!”

The GM’s were not allowed out without an employee--Miiya did not count--and the GM handlers were busy, so the pair had to wait until security could detail them an escort. In the meantime, Miiya listed the places that--in her opinion--were the best for food, fun, and shopping, which stores had the hottest clerks, which pubs had the most lax door policy, and the like. Somewhere in there, she thought she probably mentioned security and how to use the nets in case there was an emergency or they became separated. Maybe.

They were about thirteen paces from GeneCorp’s front entrance when the PA system chimed.

“Attention; Due to a disturbance in the station, the campus will be sealed until further notice. All employees are requested to observe status Charlie. Youth program participants please return to the core areas. Nonessential personnel are released for the day.”

Miiya scowled as she looked up “at” the disembodied voice. “Ahh… Frett me! Really?” She folded her arms, feathers louvering involuntarily in annoyance as their escort excused herself and headed for the security desk. “Welp, there goes that plan.” She could see--beyond GeneCorp’s glass entryway, station alert lights flashing blue and red. “Wanna head back to the commons and see what’s up?” She suggested to Aishe.

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Miiya was bummed about being stuck in the GeneCorp campus for the day, but there were far worse ways to spend an afternoon. One of the more net-savvy interns had found out the lockdown was crime-related, so no one was particularly bothered. The head of an influential family had been killed--at least that was the most widespread rumor--and the authorities were trying to keep incoming and outgoing ships from docking or undocking, respectively, in an attempt to trap the killer on the station.

“Why?” Miiya wondered, aloud. “Do they really think they’re more likely to catch them here on Blue Heaven?” The Aeros girl had been all over the station and she knew just how broken and inadequate the neglected surveillance system was--and that was in the safer parts of the station. It had been the same in New Warsaw ghetto--in the rare event that the scanners, cameras, and microphones worked--they were usually unmonitored except by discount AI’s. Police and security--public or private--preferred to spend their money on salaries,
“And Donuts.” She added, laughing,
rather than on infrastructure, tech support, or actual repairs to their monitoring systems. ”After all, if they actually solved crimes and locked up criminals, they’d put themselves out of a job.”. She opined to the group, failing to keep a hint of bitterness out of her voice.

Miiya’s experiences with law enforcement had rarely been positive. There had barely been any sort of police presence in the neighborhood where she grew up. What she learned in school, of civic structure, clashed jarringly with the reality of gang-dominated life in the lower levels of New Warsaw. Later, while on the road with her brother, on some of the wealthier worlds and stations, there seemed to be no limit to the amount of resources local police would direct against street theater performers and buskers.

Nobody seemed to want to debate Miiya on her low opinion of law enforcement, so the handful of GeneCorp interns and some of the younger GM’s in the commons, instead, decided to play a murder-mystery party game, in irreverent honor of the murders keeping them locked down.

When Miiya happened to draw the card to be the interloper, she gleefully slaughtered the digital avatars of her fellow ‘corpers and GM’s alike.

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The lockdown ended and GeneCorp resumed normal business routines. The company returned to Asset Protection Condition Alpha; the exterior doors were opened, extra security personnel were relieved, and the internal security doors to non-sensitive areas were unlocked. Unfortunately, it was too late in the cycle for Miiya to take Aishe out to the Promenade, so they agreed to a rain check until tomorrow after work.

Miiya, herself, left the GeneCorp campus in the evening. With the lockdown, she decided she had been around the GM’s and her fellow interns enough for one day, and decided to see what Cahron was up to. They had been in communication during the lockdown, and she knew she could find him on the Causeway between the luxury residences and the Bazaar. The wide plaza provided a good place for busking, and Miiya suggested they perform one of their comedy and acrobatic routines as a duo. She could use some extra scratch for when she took Aishe out on the Promenade.

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(OOC: From - The Causeway, and after the night cycle ended)

It had been a busy morning at GeneCorp, that extended into the afternoon. Miiya had been pretty submerged in a term paper after working through the morning on various GM-related tasks and bookkeeping.

“Heck yes!” the Aeros girl chirped, when Aishe found her study nook and asked if she had time to go out on the Main Promenade. “Best thing about this job; pushing deadlines!” Miiya smiled as she closed up her files.

It was true; she could--and often did--push back the “study” part of her work-study program. GeneCorp sponsored her tuition and remote sessions at a Wing-City-based secondary school. She could use work as an excuse to delay deadlines and due dates. After all, this IS work. she thought to herself as she headed out with Aishe.
(OOC: To - The Bazaar)

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“Well, Ms Letroix, I am pleased to make your acquaintance.” Miiya replied, with a smile as they entered the central cavern. “Wait… what?!” The Aeros exclaimed when Belle morphed herself a pair of skin flaps in imitation of Miiya’s wings. “You can… change yourself?” The youth was just one step shy of asking Bella what other “tricks” she could do, but thought better of it at the last second. She instead wisely shut up and listened to the neoprimordial try to put her existence into words.

Disturbing words. Does she feel bad about, like, eating them? Miiya wondered to herself when Bella expressed regret over the “loss” of her lab-coated human companions. This concern, too, she kept to herself. I mean, probably not, right?

“Aw…” Miiya ventured a pat of Bella’s massive paw. “I’m sure they would be happy to know that you remember them.” As more than just a delicious snack--stop it! Miiya chided herself, biting her tongue and trying not to giggle at her own inappropriate thoughts. Bella’s recollection of her origin and past were a little abstract for Miiya, but she tried to match them, recognizing that the being walking beside her probably did not know the human names of places like New Warsaw and Terra. Miiya perceived Bella as being much older than herself, but less experienced in the Multiverse. Which, in the girl’s opinion, was fan-freaking-tastic. She really wanted to make friends with the ring-tailed, sharp-toothed, (possibly scientist-nibbling--stop it!) naive old soul. “Sounds like you come from an uninhabited planet. New Warsaw is very… um… habited. By, like billions of humans.” Billions of tasty crunchy humans. seriously! Stop! While Miiya wrestled with her internal monologue, she missed the opportunity to ask just how Bella could be the only one of her kind in her land of beasts. The child of an uncommon immigrant, Miiya knew what it was to be unique to a place--and that it was not always a barrel of laughs. She would have to save that conversation for later, as the neoprimordial had already moved on.

“Hm…” Miiya made a contemplative noise at Bella’s question. “Maybe it’s more your size that causes fear?” She opined. “Nobody takes me seriously because I am about one-third as big as you.” There were other reasons in there like youth, inexperience, and a penchant for nonstop asinine chatter, but Miiya figured if she were the approximate size and shape of an Owlbear, and had a diet consisting primarily of scientists and lab technicians people might take a bit more notice of her opinions and ideas.

“Sug…” Was Bella about to make a suggestion? Miiya was not the most empathetic and intuitive soul, but she thought maybe the neoprimordial was asking if she should change shape. It sounded like she could. “Well, I’m not scared of you.” Miiya only sorta lied. She wasn’t scared now, here, in a populated and brightly-lit causeway full of people and surrounded by armed security. “I think you should be how you want to be.” Miiya said, with more than a touch of youthful quixotism. “Don’t worry about what everybody else thinks.”

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"Likewise," Belle replied with her best attempt at a curtsy, recalling the graceful gesture she had observed in old videos during her time at the facility.

She smiled, her first attempt at conveying more intricate communication, and it appeared, at the very least, to have some success. A hint of something stirred in Miiya's eyes, though Belle couldn't quite discern what it was. Had she said something unusual? Then again, everything around her seemed peculiar, yet it held a captivating allure. Everything was new to her: every experience, every interaction. In a way, being one-of-a-kind was liberating; it meant she could adapt to fit into any piece of this life's intricate jigsaw puzzle, or perhaps reshape any piece to fit into hers.

However, what transpired at the old research center still haunted her. She had been nothing more than a subject to them, a curiosity to be probed and examined. Yet, she never harbored any hatred towards them. If she had possessed the means at that time, she would have fought tooth and nail to safeguard their lives, but that choice had been cruelly stripped away from her. In time, she discovered the capacity to grieve, to truly mourn what had transpired.

Miiya's effort to provide comfort was appreciated, yet Belle couldn't help but feel that it was her own responsibility to offer solace. She offered a warm smile, but Belle couldn't shake the feeling that Miiya's gaze held a hint of lingering curiosity or perhaps a perplexing impression of something. She certainly hoped it wasn't anything negative. Miiya's description of her home sounded immediately more inviting than Belle's. Billions of people? The thought was utterly dizzying to imagine, and it piqued her curiosity.

Then, in the midst of their conversation, her new friend presented a thought-provoking possibility: Could Belle's size be causing fear or unease? Belle considered Miiya's suggestion carefully. While it was true that some humans had an affinity for bears, even though they were large predators, she couldn't help but acknowledge the fundamental difference. Those affections were often directed towards bear-themed toys or representations rather than encountering a living, breathing creature like herself. Mulling over the idea, rubbing her chin in a way she saw the researchers do, Belle pondered whether adopting the appearance of a less predatory mammal might alleviate some of the concerns or apprehension she might unintentionally evoke in humans. Certainly, she had contemplated assuming a human form, but the question of safety loomed. She couldn't ignore that humans often responded unpredictably to entities attempting to mimic their appearance and mannerisms. Furthermore, the prospect of taking on a human form presented another challenge: she would be considerably larger than the average human.

"I suppose... something even big wouldn't be... too much," she said, gesturing with her claws and teeth.

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Er? Miiya wasn’t sure what Bella meant, so she decided to just be agreeable. “Yup.” She replied.

Even though Miiya was still pained by her leg and somewhat less talkative than usual, that did not mean she was not a still a chatterbox. If Bella took a moment to digest Miiya’s statements, think, or not talk, she might find it difficult to get a word in edgewise afterward. If she did not tune the Aeros girl out on the walk, the neoprimordial would have learned Miiya’s top seven favorite foods (from both Blue Heaven and New Warsaw), the best buffet in the bazaar, this week’s lunch menu at GeneCorp, and which snack machine sometimes dispensed doubles if you pounded on it just right.

Even Aishe, distracted as she was with worries about her sammaran friend, thought she should perhaps step in to derail Miiya’s food-centric monologue. “Are you hungry, Miiya?” She asked, quietly.

“Do pigeons like to shu on washed cars? Yes!” She chirped. “And that is a thing, by the way. I know. I talk to them.” Miiya’s assertion about one of her favorite sayings was completely untrue, of course. She could no more talk to birds than she could lay eggs, but the winged girl found the idea of crapping on things from on high endlessly amusing, and much of her humor revolved around similar themes.

Aishe’s intervention worked, in a somewhat roundabout way, because Miiya realized she ought to discuss what would happen when they arrived at the offices. “Right, so, when we get there, GCIS is going to want to interview us individually.” she warned. “They’ll probably put us in separate rooms--don’t worry, it’s all good; they’ll have snacks.” She turned her attention to Bella. “Just ask for whatever you… eat” unless it’s people. “If you eat, that is. Also, if you need anything special like--” Miiya just barely stopped herself for saying “like a litterbox or something.” Was that a xenodismissive microaggression? she wondered. She had taken that sensitivity training a few months ago on a different station and she couldn’t remember all the details. “...uh…like--whatever, just ask, okay?” Miiya’s lungs were sized for aviating, which meant she didn’t often have to pause for breath. “I’ll come and find you as soon as I can. She patted Bella’s massive clawed paw once more, in a gesture of reassurance that might have been touching if it were not so ridiculous. [color=#6495ED] I promise, so don’t worry.”

And then Miiya paused, struck by a not-so-rare bout of self-doubt. Is this… right?[\i] The thought came, unbidden, sharp and present like the shooting pain in her thigh. [i] Is it safe for her? Despite Miiya’s mostly-kidding thoughts about Belle being a man-eater, the neoprimordial seemed a peaceful and gentle being. On any of her other postings, Miiya would not have hesitated to turn her over bring her in to the local GeneCorp branch offices. But this work rotation was ...weird.

Delfye and Aishe were not Miiya’s first experience with kidnapping, but this was the first time lawlessness had crept into her working life with GeneCorp. There had been gangs, organized, and disorganized crime on L21 in New Warsaw, but that had been different. Kidnappers were bad guys. Whether they coerced you with lies, chemicals, or force, you didn’t worry about them if once you were ransomed or otherwise escaped. Not like Aishe seemed to be distressed by Delfye’s arrest.

The Blue Heaven branch office was strange. They seemed to own the authorities here in this part of the belt, not simply cooperate with them. They owned other things too, things that maybe shouldn’t be owned, like Aishe.

Am I doing the right thing?

This was Miiya’s job; bring the GM back. Found an anomalous friend creature on the clock? Report and bring her in to corporate. They are valuable assets, and you are too, if you bring them in. I’m an asset to the company. But I have a choice; I can leave.

Miiya shook her head to clear away these doubts. Sen would tell her to face reality; right or not, she had no power, money, or friends and therefore no real choice. Just be quiet, keep your head down, and do as you’re told. That was what she had learned from Ma. That was what she should do now. As they reached the office, Miiya turned to Aishe and tried to coach the GM with the same ideas. Whether she was trying to convince herself, or the her Ughyr friend, she was not sure. “A-Aishe, just tell them the truth.” Miiya exhorted her ward as they reached the office, before expounding on what her version of the truth was. “That creep distracted our escort and kidnapped you. I chased you down, beat him up, and he let you go.” That was basically what had happened, right? No need to mention how Miiya had gotten herself locked out of the duffy or how Delfye had voluntarily surrendered. Sometimes the Aeros girl could be breathtakingly self-centered, and that showed in her last words to her ward as they were escorted into the GeneCorp lobby. “This could be really good for me.”

Aishe gave Miiya an unreadable expression as GeneCorp Internal Security took charge of the three. Each was taken to an individual interrogation conference room. The rooms were comfortable enough, with normal funishings of tables and chairs. The doors were marked with stickers indicating that recording devices were active and present.

The doors were also locked.

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GeneCorp Internal Security (GCIS)

If Bella were cooperative, she would be ushered into one of the larger detention conference rooms. This one had a higher ceiling and extra seating for various non-human forms. The seats and mats were meant to be somewhat universal, so the neoprimordial would likely be able to find a comfortable place to rest while she waited.

Communications into and out of the room were jammed, so it was likely that Bella’s communicator would stay silent once she was inside.

The wait for an interrogator interviewer would not be a long one. There was a knock on the door of the room, a smile from a face behind the window, and then an adult human female would enter. “Hello, I’m doctor Adler.” the GeneCorp doctor introduced herself, and waited to see if Bella would reply in kind. “I am very pleased to meet you. You have beautiful fur!” The doctor was probably working from a script, but her demeanor seemed perfectly natural. ”I have been told that you are waiting for your friends from Deep-17 to arrive, is that correct?” She asked.

Whether Bella answered or not, the doctor would not seem to be discouraged. ”Is there anything you require in the meantime? We here at GeneCorp are pleased to have such an interesting guest and we are happy to accommodate any requests you might have.” Eventually the doctor would talk around to her real objective; asking permission to scan and analyze the neoprimordial. ”May I examine you? Would you consent to the collection of small blood, fur, and tissue samples?”

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Belle found herself wondering whether Miiya would receive the necessary medical attention for her injuries. In Belle's perspective, Miiya was far too young to stoically endure her pain. Once she was escorted into a rather opulent room, Belle chose to seat herself with quiet dignity on a large chair, almost like royalty, a contrast to her outward appearance. She had noticed the communicator had been quiet for some time, but deduced she had other matters to attend to. For now, she simply waited.

Belle had grown accustomed to this routine. A researcher would arrive shortly, engage in a brief conversation, and then proceed to collect various samples as part of their study. Belle saw no harm in indulging their curiosity about her, as it often provided her with an opportunity to glean answers and insights about her own existence. Moreover, engaging in conversation, even if it was rehearsed or part of a routine, brought a sense of enjoyment. Her ears perked up to the knocks on the door, and seated herself attentively as the human woman entered.

Belle nodded politely, acknowledging Dr. Adler's introduction and her compliment about her fur. She understood that the doctor was likely following a script, but she appreciated the effort to establish a friendly rapport. The mention of her friends from Deep 17 brought a slightly confused reaction, she hadn't actually interacted with them... aside from stealing a ship of theirs. She should probably omit that portion.

"Bonjour, Dr. Adler, I am Belle LeTroix, and I too am- am pleased to meet you, and thank you, you must- must tell me how you do your hair," Belle said, having become rapidly more comfortable with speaking, recalling videos on it from when she was held in the old facility. Unfortunately the speaker had a particular accent that she's also acquired. She then tilted her head, and thought for a moment. "I suppose, though I... I know little about them. Only recently acq- met."

Belle maintained her composed demeanor as the doctor spoke, appreciating the offer of assistance during her stay. She was curious about the doctor's real objective, suspecting it would involve some form of examination or sample collection. And there it was.

When Dr. Adler eventually came to the topic of examining her and collecting samples, Belle simply grinned and tilted her head.

"But of course, faites comme bon vous semble," she said with unbroken composure. "How is- is Miiya doing by the way? Her leg was... was bothering her something awful."

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Miiya let herself be led into one of the conference rooms and debriefed. She gave a confident and not-too-embellished account of all that had transpired in the bazaar, checkpoint, and docks. When asked why she had not checked in sooner, she recalled that her PED had been jammed during the abduction, and that it had been destroyed by her slide under the gate at the checkpoint.

After her debrief, the young Aeros was released to medical for an evaluation. She was relieved because her thigh had continued to bother her, but the injury was not in a place she could really publicly inspect.

”That’s a nasty bruise, there’s extensive tissue damage, but the cuts are shallow and the bone is fine. I’ll disinfect, clean, dress it, and I can give you something for the pain if you like.” The RN suggested. ”It should heal fine on its own. I could stim it, but you want to limit how much stimming you do at your age.”

“Okay, sounds good, I’ll be fine.” Miiya replied, looking at the bloody mottled skin. It was ugly, but it was high enough that her clothes would cover it. “Guess I won’t be wearing shorts for a while.”

“You mentioned an episode of A-fib, I’d like to do an echocardiogram, if that’s okay.” The nurse continued.

“Meh, it’s not really necessary, I get those when I do something strenuous. It’s part of my genes edits, check my file.” Miiya shrugged. “I mean, you can if you want, but it’s going to come back normal.”

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Doctor Adler smiled at Bella’s personability, looked momentarily confused by her french phraseology until the translator in her earpiece kicked in, and generally made rote doctor’s-office-style polite small talk while she examined and collected samples from the neoprimordial. Nothing she did was likely to be painful or considered invasive by Bella. Between small talk, she made audible observations about Bella’s physical characteristics.

“Miiya…?” Doctor Adler frowned for a moment, then a look of recognition dawned on her face. “Oh, you mean the intern who brought you here. Wait a minute, I’ll check.” Just as she had while examining Bella, Doctor Adler spoke a query about Miiya’s condition into the air, and this would be the first time it would become obvious that her “observations” had actually been a real-time report to her superiors through unobtrusive recording devices.

The doctor smiled at Bella. ”She is doing well. Her injury was painful but not serious, and she is expected to make a full recovery.” He smile broadened as she listened to a response audible only to her. ”She ate all the snacks. Would you like me to call h--oh…” The Doctor’s smile faltered just a bit as something interrupted her. ”S-speaking of which, is there any form of meal or refreshment we can get you?” She tried to cover her faux pas.

Depending on how fluent, in the common language, and observant Bella was, she might or might not pick up on the fact that Miiya was indisposed. If she asked after the Aeros further, the doctor would try to steer the conversation elsewhere.

Shortly after the doctor had finished taking samples, and scanning Bella with some device of medical obscura, another person entered the room. He was male and of a significantly darker shade than the fair-skinned Adler. “Hello! I’m Themba Cele, head of our travel and hospitality division.” He introduced himself and would bow, wave, or shake hands in greeting, as Bella preferred. “I understand you will be with us for a while, waiting for your friends. We would like to move you to more spacious and comfortable quarters, if that is agreeable to you?” He suggested.

It was not egregarious, but the continuing polite deference shown Bella by GeneCorp employees was a departure from Miiya’s friendly personable demeanor. Politeness born of goodwill and politeness for the sake of getting cooperation were different flavors. Further, the attitudes and speech of those around Bella would indicate that she was now involved with an organization of thousands of people rather than the small groups she had previously experienced. GeneCorp was, both figuratively and literally, a different type of animal.