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The Aschen Colonial frontier, the least populated expanse of Aschen space.
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The Aschen Rim

The hundred-some odd sparsely populated worlds of the Aschen Colonial Frontier.

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The Aschen Rim is a part of The Aschen Cluster.

3 Places in The Aschen Rim:

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Warner [7] [Deceased]
The Aeon Fleet [3] The collective force of the Aeon Empire's space-borne fleet.
The Archiver Fleet [1] The combined land, air, and space forces of The Archivers
Rose/Phantom [0] A girl who has been chosen to be this generations host of 'Phantom'. Phantom is a very old being of which chooses 'hosts' to increase her knowledge and power.
Scratch Red [0] Yes, I may be a figment of your imagination, but that doesn't mean I am not real!
"The Guru" Guy [0] I may be gullible, but I know my stuff!
Jocasta Elizabeth Moon [0] A very misunderstood and dramatic girl with a passion for music.
Light [0] L'cie of Pulse

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Rei had wanted to say, 'Not really.' but before she could even form the words Marlene had her by the jaw and was shoving a swab down into her mouth. "Geeze lady if you put it that way..." She finally managed, coughing and wiping drool off her face on the back of her hand. Opening and closing her mouth, Rei attempted to relieve some of the soreness resulting from Marlene's less than gentle handling.

Eyeing the briefcase, Rei could see that this was not going to go well, regardless of what answers she gave the other. "My name is Reina Harkov, and I work for myself." She said with a sigh, answering Marlene's question. The woman hadn't really given her a chance earlier, just instead went straight to attempting to beat her head in with one of Ghost Dance's bulkheads.

Rei knew that any links back to Gil Isom and Gorgon Enterprises, or whatever it was he was calling it these days would likely be denied. Instead she had opted to feed Marlene a half truth, or rather just not give her the entirety of the truth. Sometimes it worked, other times not so much.

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Marlene slowly stood up from her chair, she was pacing about the room, even as the two Marines began to attach their restraints, affixing Rei’s wrists to the arms of the chair, and her ankles to it’s legs. They tied a piece of chain around her waist, and cinched it so she couldn’t move, all while Marlene kept circling them, like a vulture.

A moment later, the men turned to leave, and Marlene began her next set of questions.

“Who gave you that ship, Hmm? I asked you a question: who give you that ship, hmm?” The woman asked, as the black helmet made an audible hiss, and the visor opened up, and the helmet ultimately retracted back into the suit, revealing a woman with stark facial features, sharp blue eyes a strong jawline, and well kept blonde hair that framed her carefully manicured features.

“Claire give you that ship? My sister give you that ship?” Marlene asked, leaning forward and grasping the piece of rebar that was placed in the briefcase, stained with blood from the hundreds of people she tortured through her career.

“You think that makes you one of us? You think that makes you like me, huh!?”

Marlene chuckled, twirling the rebar in her hand, tossing it into the air, and catching it as it fell.

“You are angry, Reina... you failed... you are angry. I get that.” Marlene taunted. “I get it.” She added, moving back around the table, staring the other woman in the eyes. “I mean, without family, who the fuck are we?” Marlene asked. “There was a time I would do anything for my sister... the first time i killed was for my sister.”

Marlene pushed off from the table, and then threw her arms into the air. “Not enough for her, no, no, no, no, please...” She said.

“You see the thing about our loved ones, right.. our fucking loved ones. They come and blindside you, every fucking time. So they say to me, they say Marlene, Marlene... who the fuck is it going to be? Them, or me!?” She shouted, and then proceeded to violently beat her chest. “Meeee!? Or them!?” She screamed.

That scream promptly turned to a chuckle. “Like you know... Like they fucking think that I need to make a choice.” She said, frowning.

“By the way... this rebar really sucks.” Marlene said, moving to strike Rei across the forearm with it.

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Rei thought for a moment, before carefully answering Marlene's question, "It was purchased at auction for a sum of a couple thousand credits. There wasn't any record of a previous owner. But there are probably still some sectors of the core I haven't investigated." She said all of this slowly and carefully as she watched Marlene go on her tirade.

"Look, lady, whoever you are.. I don't know you or your sister whoever she is from the man in the bloody moon." Rei added, finding herself more annoyed than angry. Her anger wasn't worth directing at this poor psychotic excuse for a woman. Herself maybe, but really this was what happened when greed got the best of one; especially when the offer had been so enticing. Sighing inwardly, she made no effort to resist the restraints for now.

"Seriously, I have no clue what you're talking about here..." Rei said with horror as she watched Marlene. The piece of rebar soon connected with flesh and bone, creating a searing and blinding pain that left Rei breathless and sick to her stomach. "HOLY FUCK!" She shouted, paying little mind to whether or not Marlene was still there with the metal bar.

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Marlene was close to moving in for another strike, only to be interrupted by the door opening up, and the adjutant coming back from running the genetic sample.

“Ma’am...” The man said, inclining his head. “We have a match in the Central Registry...”

Following his statement, he handed her the dataslate, and her expression turned into a sneer.

“Ready the Aurora chair.” She ordered, and then passed the dataslate back to the adjutant before peering down at Rei.

“You can drop the semantics, I know who you are.” Marlene warned. “And I’m going to find out what you’re up to the moment you’re hooked up to that Aurora chair... so you either come clean, right here... or you’re going to be in for a world of incomprehensable pain.”

“Why did you come here?” She asked. “Why did you leave?”

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Rei just looked at Marlene with complete and utter confusion. "What?" She said looking at the adjutant and Marlene. She couldn't remember a central registry or having even encountered one to register with. Searching her own mind in a panic, she found herself grasping at nothing. The Taiyou didn't have such a thing, did they? Would the Aschen have had access to a Taiyou registry? Assuming they could even begin to read it, as to Rei's knowledge, most Aschen didn't familiarize themselves with anything outside their own native language.

"Semantics? Leave? You're crazier than I thought..." Rei replied. Few people were usually willing to bother with her and her ship, and she liked it that way, but somehow this crazy Aschen woman had decided to come looking for her. Now she was trapped on a Reverence class Aschen corvette with a crazy, exo suit wearing, woman. Convinced that she was someone she wasn't; at least that's what it all looked like to Rei.

She would admit, that her memory at times could be a bit fuzzy, but she suspected that had a lot to do with her line of work. Long hours, high stress, and little reward; it was a wonder she still willingly took jobs. Isom's was supposed to be the last one, and then she had decided she could retire for a bit, and stick to clean runs. Unfortunately though that apparently wasn't in the cards.

"I really don't know what you're talking about; even if I did... I'm not sure I would tell you."

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“You don’t have to tell me, anything.” Marlene said, pacing around the table. “Because we’re going to put you in the aurora chair, and peel back your thoughts one at a time.” She explained.

“Once we’ve mapped your neural patterns, your mind will be like an open book... but let’s be honest, I already know all there is to know, about you, Claire.” Marlene said, moving back to the chair across her. “You can drop the act, Genetics don’t lie, unless there’s some kind of gene therapy that we don’t know about that allows someone to fool the central registry.”

Marlene briefly rapped her knuckles on the cold metal table. “It makes sense... you disappear and this “Rei” identity pops up in Taiyou records? Who are you hiding from? Do you know what they’ll do to us if word gets out that you tried to defect? Have you considered our family name?”

Marlene shook her head. “Damnatio Memoriae.”

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"Lady, I'm lucky to remember if I had breakfast." Rei commented, not sure she liked where this was going. Peeling ones thoughts didn't sound terribly pleasant, or a worthwhile use of resources if she was asked. But, she was being held captive and really seemed to have no say in the matter at hand.

"But really, I don't think you want in my head, even that place scares me." She added frowning. Gene therapy or not, she really did believe she was Rei Harkov, and that this other person was just some strange glitch or coincidence in the system. Rei had seen such glitches that Specter had occasionally retrieved for her to take a look at, rarely was there anything of value, but occasionally it was worth exploiting. But when there wasn't, it was usually just an incorrect, duplicate, or false record; nothing to lead back to anyone.

"I..." Rei started to say and then thought better of it. It would only be the same of what she kept telling Marlene, that she just didn't know.

"I don't remember much before being docked around Origin... I'm sorry."

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Marlene drummed her knuckles on the metal table again, subtle ripples in the kanvium plating from her suit could be made out, dancing in the light with each impact of her knuckles.

“So we’re getting somewhere... tell me about your time around Origin...” She said, leaning forward. “The more you work with me, the more I can help you... but if you don’t give me anything to work with, I’m going to have little choice other than to hand you over to the government.” She said cooly.

“What happened around origin, and what precisely lead you to come back to Imperial space?” Marlene asked pointedly.

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Rei sighed, be it in relief or exhaustion as she considered her next words carefully. Mouthing off wasn't going to do her any good, and neither was acting like she didn't know anything. What version of things should she give to Marlene or how much detail wasn't certain. "Like I said.. it's.. hazy before I spent time around Origin. I ended up there after a series of half thought out jumps, that my A.I. had assured me was a short cut... the bloody thing has it's draw backs. I decided to go down to the surface, resupply, and then return to my ship." She said eyeing the metal table and the suit with apprehension.

"On the planet's surface, I watched a gladiatorial fight and spoke with my A.I. about weather reports. I had heard on the ship com channels that the weather could get pretty crazy.. so I didn't want to miss my weather window to get back to the ship." Rei explained cautiously. "I ended up running afoul of the lackies that enforce the fights because of the tech I carry... needless to say I left before anything else could happen, got back to my ship and started to make plans to head out."

This next portion was where Rei found herself with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. "You saw the ship, it's old.. it's usually in need of something to bit fixed... so I was patching an old com speaker link when I got a call. I said the job wasn't worth going into Aschen space, they transited, transported.. beamed something to my ship that was encrypted." She said slowly. It wasn't like she had any personal feelings towards Isom, or really even knew the guy outside of the one call; and he had been considerably drunk at the time. So, Rei had been a bit skeptical about his motives. But why was she still feeling fear in the face of outing this man? Normally she had no such qualms about it, but for the moment it felt weird.

Shaking her head, Rei tried to clear her mind and keep her thoughts on the issue at hand. "I spoke with him, turned the job down... it wasn't worth what he was paying." She said quietly, with a look of deep concern and conflict evident across her face.

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Marlene quietly litened to the statements that Rei was making, she was recording everything, and the room was recording everything; there was no need for Marlene to take notes; she could do that at a later time, when she could sit and consider the responses the other woman was giving to her.

“So you recieved some kind of call, and some encrypted intel... yet you turned whatever it was down.” Marlene said, nodding, for a moment sseeming like she was going to buy the story.

“You turned down the job because of the percieved risks of going into Aschen space..” She said, splaying her hands flat on the table, and looking down to the subtle reflections of the glossy black material.

“And yet... here we are.” She said, looking back up to Rei. “Here you sit, feeding me a line of shit.” She chuckled, and then scoffed. “It’s okay... because you see; we’re going to seize the ship... the question is what do I do with you... if my sister is truly gone... then this is open, and shut... your vessel will be seized pursuant to Imperial Law... and you’ll be charged with fleeing inspection, evasion, and illegal crossing into Imperial space... and I suppose I’ll turn you over to the Ministry of Law for final disposition.” Marlene said, a look of regret crossing her face.

“Unless you can help me... I can’t help you.”

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'Fucking vindictive bitch...' Rei thought bitterly. What else did she want out of her? She had given her almost everything, except a name. Was that what the woman really wanted? Specter had dumped the large portion of the navigational core and the main computational cores, but that was generally part of any routine when encountering an unknown. The Ghost Dance could be utterly destructive in the wrong hands, and Rei knew it; generally choosing to run than to fire. If they hadn't fired whatever those missiles were, she would have been able to make a clean jump and been long gone.

"If you don't believe me, that's fine. Seize the ship, I really don't care anymore." She said, knowing that Isom would pull the plausible deniability card when confronted. "Getting pricks like you to actually listen to something other than their own ego is impossible." A familiar line to most who had known Marlene's sister, Claire. She had been an extremely harsh critic of most of the way the Aschen handled things, especially with their propensity to arrogance, paranoia, and self destruction.

Growing more frustrated by the moment, she was running out of things to say to the other woman; at least anything that would potentially appease her. "Even if I gave you a name, it's not like it'd do me any bit of good... but by the way it's Gil Isom... you know just so you feel better about yourself."

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With the dinal mention of a name, Marlene smiled. “See? That wasn’t so difficult, was it? The threat of a public execution is certainly a great motivator... fortunately you were just a stowaway on a ship with a rampant AI.” She said, rapping her knuckles on the table one last time.

She nodded, and the door opened up. “Call in a Tender to secure the other ship, and tow it to the Tal’dor holding yard.” She called out, and the guard on the other end nodded to relay the order.

Marlene turned back to Rei, and smiled. “I knew she was in there somewhere... and we’re going to dig it out.” She said, holding out her hand, the Adjutant walking back in with the dataslate, Marlene took it, and placed it in front of Rei.

“This is what your genetic sample returned as, we’ve triple checked, it’s not a glitch, the genetics are a match.”

The display on the dataslate was for Claire Angelique.

“Scroll through it, read up on it, there’s a copy of your genetic sample typed to hers, the system is precise enough that I know it’s not an error.” Marlene said.

“This was who you were before you woke up in Origin. You and I are twin sisters.”

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Rei just scowled, unsure if she should be happy or not. It was like flipping a switch on the other, she had gone from angry to almost elated in the span of just a few moments. That in of itself made Rei exceedingly uncomfortable, but the promise of answers to a problem she had never voiced were enticing.

"So if I'm her..." She started to say, as her mind turned Marlene's words over and over. 'Oh fuck me...' Rei thought to herself, reddening at the thought some of the things she'd said earlier. "At least your system is better than others I guess.." She mumbled, trying to hide her slight embarrassment, not entirely sure what to think. It all made her head hurt, her stomach sick, and her mouth dry like she was about to heave from motion sickness.

Taking the slate from the table where Marlene had placed it, she scrolled through it the best she could while her arms were still bound together in restraints. The background was extensive, detailing what looked like a decent career in the military and a brief stint as a loaner to the intelligence programs before some sort of accident. After that, the history largely was sparse, and only mentioned a company Rei had heard in passing as she traveled.

"What.. do you think happened?" She ventured to ask, unsure if she would like the response.

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Marlene offered a shrug. "I'm not exactly your keeper, I've been mostly retired myself, taking up the occasional freelance work with the IIA..." Marlene explained, leaning back in her seat slightly.

"This isn't exactly an on the books encounter. But I need to know why you were sent here, and why you went through such lengths to avoid inspection." Marlene said with a frown.

"This isn't exactly the safest stretch of Imperial Space, between the radiation, and the pirates, a lot could happen." She added.

Marlene kept her thoughts mostly to herself, maintaining the illusion of professionalism, as she kept her steely gaze on the woman before her.

Marlene was silently considering, exactly how to proceed, as well.

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Rei snorted with amusement or derision, it wasn't entirely certain. "You retire? I call bullshit." She commented. Something about what the other was saying didn't add up, but then again it seemed that her own memory couldn't be trusted. But the way the other had said it almost seemed as if they were trying to put her at ease, something they had already failed at some time ago.

"Look, the guy didn't tell me what was on the data," Rei explained with an annoyed sigh. This wasn't going well for either party, and it likely would continue to get worse from here. "Before you say anything, I didn't look. I had other shit to take care of, it was at the bottom of a long list of other things. This area was going to be a brief stop over of less than a cycle, then I'd be on my way."

Usually that stretch of space was ignored, or so she assumed. Rei hadn't realized that there might be some random patrol, based on hypothetical and theoretical visions by some mad woman.

"Who gives two shits about safety, that's half the reason I ended up here. You'd likely have your hands full with other stuff, and the things you mentioned are easily remedied with the right tech."

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Marlene quietly placed both hands on the cold metal table, palms down while she took in a rather deep breath. "Eluding inspection, unauthorized discharge of a weapon, failure to submit to inspection, disregarding a lawful order of an Imperial patrol... resisting detention; the list goes on..." Marlene said quietly, looking over a few notations.

"I want the data, copies of it, encryption keys, everything he gave you; I want everything you know, and I want access to your ship's systems. Give me that; and this whole thing goes away... otherwise..." Marlene said, trailing off for a moment.

"I'm sure the Ministry of Law will find something to do with you." She threatened.

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"That's an awful interesting threat and request combination for someone whose 'retired'." Rei jeered, obviously enjoying aggravating the other woman on some level or another. "What if I don't have the keys? I think one of the critical memory systems was damaged by your idiot gunners. Who knows?" She added trying to remember if Isom had even given her an encryption key. That would require some digging through the system, which she wasn't certain would really return any of the results the other was demanding.

"Besides I think that the Ministry of Law is likely so bogged down in their own piles of shit from your non-functioning government to care about a ship registered out of Niihama or even Epsilon. It's old, and doesn't have anything of value on it."

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Marlene stared at Rei for several long moments before she snapped the file closed. "You know what? You're right, who cares about some ice covered, rusted out piece of garbage." Marlene said while shaking her head. "Just get out of here." She said, having a sudden change of heart.

"Take that rusted out piece of garbage and set course out of the Empire, and don't forget to pay for the damage to my ship." She quipped, while standing up from her chair.

Nodding to one of her men, they gestured for Rei to stand up. They were going to escort her back to the Ghost Dance.

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Somewhere on the fringes of Aschen space...

"I have completed my analysis of Agent Solis' report, compiled all relevant data, and completed deep space telemetry scans, and have extrapolated the planetary system described in the video included in the report..." EVE Chimed in.

"Analysis indicates that these amulets are crucial for opening the object the locals have described... as the impervious door. It has also been deemed crucial for the security of the state, that we take action on this matter... therefore I advise that we deploy a fleet to the coordinates indicated in the video recording, and recover the magical amulets." EVE Added.

"The Planet in question has been identified in local records as Pramia, it is an underdeveloped world located in the Obsian'lik system, just past the red line." EVE Explained, highlighting the system on the Aschen star charts.

Inviere considered them for a moment; they could deploy a fleet from Tal'dor, and relatively quickly given the planet's location.

"Transmit mission data to Admiral Montrose." Inviere instructed.

"....Plan accepted... disseminating mission objectives to Admiral Whitcomb.."

Gina Inviere has arrived, coming from The Aschen Cluster.
Gina Inviere has left the area, heading east into The Aschen Cluster.

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A lone ship, hardly larger than a fighter, materialized at the edge of one of the Watchtowers’ sensors. It was slick, black, and shimmered in the starlight. There were no visible weapons on the vessel, but a foreboding aura surrounded it that was as cold as the void clinging to the hull.

The ship sent a signal to the Watchtower - a simple hail.

DV Nightshade requesting permission to dock. One passenger. Proposal for assistance in war effort.

Morgan La Fay has left the area, heading east into The Aschen Cluster.

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Somewhere on PT-7861Z, in the Aschen Cluster


The Gateway world of PT-7861Z, known only by it’s Aschen name, was a rocky and sparsely settled planet: or it had been, until the march of time saw it become a hotspot for both criminals fleeing the Empire and the countless masses of refugees and displaced persons forced from their home and persecuted by the very government that was supposed to protect them.

It was something Helianthus had become, regrettably, cold to. Her calm, icey eyes watching out the window aimlessly as the Aschen SUV trundled along the patchy road: hastily beaten out of the planet’s harsh crust to accommodate the ramshackle camp that sprung up around it, passing by the empty eyes of people struggling to survive on a planet they may as well have been stranded on.

The worst thing, Helianthus thought to herself, as her eyes flicked across the image of a starving woman no older than 20 was that she hadn’t even recognized the bundle of cloth wrapped tightly at her chest, clutched to her bosom for protection.

“Haven’t checked the Skeye feeds for it but, ‘fugees say the Ultras come and take slave labor at night - some say they’re gonna’ build infrastructure for an invasion but, we all know how their space elevator went.” A dull voice replied from the driver’s seat, the COLSOG Ranger clutching the wheel with one hand as he deftly pulled the SUV away from an overturned, burning vehicle.

The conversation was unknown, but a gang of Aschen men were standing around the vehicle, clubs and cudgels held leisurely while their free hands gestured about the devastation. “The lottery is getting narrower and narrower and they’re starting to realize all the money in the brought from their fake little world won’t get them out of it … “

“We can’t really tell them they can’t abandon their oath and then bang at the doors of the church for salvation. The Imperials are not to blame for their pathetic state … entirely.” The woman replied, her voice dry and delicate yet harsh as the very air of this inhospitable planet.

“Imperials? I think this is just the Edenites - a perpetually broken. Don’t get me wrong - utmost moral consideration for them, terrible what’s happening here - but they took what they wanted and then asked us to leave. Then flee to us screaming of the Charter as their own government turns upon them.” The Ranger said plainly, letting his foot off the gas while a pair of young men struggled to move an old, emaciated mule across the road. “I mean look man … that poor fucker is just a god damn ass and it’s traveled across billions of miles just for them to wind up here.”

Helianthus sat idly in the passenger’s seat, only shifting with the odd rut in the road. The Ranger’s words seemed lost upon the white haired woman. Instead, her mind wandered, one more eye opening as a lonely pair of SUVs trundled across the sprawling encampment swallowed by the planet’s rugged surface.

Cobalt Black Site - 2-2/UAE571


Diis quaeso ne ab oculis eorum dispicias …


”What in the fuck is this Asch saying? He looks like hell.”


”Fuck if I know, all these deserters are just fuckin’ mental cases.”


”Audire non possum ... mandendo.”


”’Mandendo’ … chewing - eating? What the fuck have you been eating, you Asch fuck?”


An imposing Azric loomed over the huddled figure of an Imperial, uniform stained with a combination of what Major Hampton could only imagine was dirt and urine - or perhaps worse. The Aschen let out a whimper briefly when the back of the Gardenite’s hand met his head, bouncing it forward just slightly trying to bring him out of whatever fugue state he had been in since he arrived.

“Where the fuck has the food you’re supposed to be bringing in been going, you fuckin’ animals?” Another Gardenite barked, the narrowly framed Aleuronite grabbing the back of the chair their prisoner rested upon and suddenly wrenching it back just slightly.

“‘Audire non possum mandeno’ - what the fuck is that in Common - Common, Communia? Remember your fucking Common, you illiterate, dirt munching shit.” The Aleuronite barked, while the Aschen simply folded his hands and legs up while his sobs filled the room. As the Azric began unfolding a wrap of cloth around his fist from his pocket, his comrade dropped the chair back onto all four legs. The Gardenite took one step before there was the soft static garble of the PA, a harsh voice interjecting the room.

”This is High Tower on broadband - we have visitation hours inbound. Clean the house and set drinks for our friends from Langara.”