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| − | '''Tuesday, 14 Nov 2519'''<br> | + | '''Tuesday, 14 Nov 2519'''<br><br> |
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| | It's Departure Day.<br><br> | | It's Departure Day.<br><br> |
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| | Goodbye Hera. Hello, Harvest. ETA 28 Nov 2519<br><br> | | Goodbye Hera. Hello, Harvest. ETA 28 Nov 2519<br><br> |
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| | '''Day 1:'''<br> | | '''Day 1:'''<br> |
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| | Stone fixes up a plate of dinner for Xiu and Oksana and delivers it to Xiu's quarters. Xiu wakes after two hours to find Oksana standing guard. Oksana checks her vitals and apologizes.<br><br> | | Stone fixes up a plate of dinner for Xiu and Oksana and delivers it to Xiu's quarters. Xiu wakes after two hours to find Oksana standing guard. Oksana checks her vitals and apologizes.<br><br> |
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| − | '''Oksana:''' (softly) I'm sorry I had to put you under.<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' No, it made sense.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' Still, I don't like doing it.<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' I don't like the fact he smelled like solder. Too many accidents happen with too many idiots working with a solder gun. It's a good way to end up melting things to the tabletop.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' Or worse.<br><br>
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| − | Xiu remembers the blue gloves too—as they were what made her wig out—but she didn't like the solder smell for what it implied: the idea of an amateur working with materials in an area that is not prepped for such activity makes her cringe. It just offends her sense of the rightness of things. <br><br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' We could move one of my portable carts into the lounge and have him work on it there.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' I believe he intends to work on it in his cabin for security reasons.<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' Even if he works on it in his room, it would be better than having him accidentally solder something to the table. Because that's not stainless steel.<br><br>
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| − | Stone leaves the ladies to their dinner and fetches one of Xiu's carts from the engine room, and wheels it over to Smith's quarters. It has tools, an emergency injury kit, a fire extinguisher, and whatever else Xiu generally feels better having her carts stocked with.<br><br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Our engineer has qualms about you doing soldering on the furniture, so she wanted make sure you had this cart so you'd have a proper work surface.<br>
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| − | '''Smith:''' Thank you.<br><br>
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| − | Smith steps aside and Stone wheels the cart in. Murphy is sitting off to one side and on the desk, there is a heat resistant flexible metal mat with some circuit boards and soldering iron, some parts. It looks like they've taken the proper precautions with the furnishings. Smith's bag lies open to one side on the desk. Stone can't see inside it from his current position but he makes no effort to pry. He's just here to drop off the cart and make a covert visual check of the control panels in the room—none appear to be tampered with. <br><br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' If you need anything else, let us know. We have an excellent machine shop.<br>
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| − | '''Smith:''' That we will. Thank you.<br><br>
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| − | Stone bids him welcome and makes a graceful exit.<br><br>
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| − | '''Day 11, a little later:'''<br>
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| − | Bedtime … for most. Xiu works on the Gat. She does great work and updates Verity on her progress via encrypted personal comms—not via the open in-ship channels.<br><br>
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| − | '''Day 12:'''<br>
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| − | Breakfast … Oksana makes Xiu's favorite breakfast and they talk tea, medicine, and equipment. They agree that only the Chinese and the Russians can do tea right. Caravan tea, blooming tea, the epic fail of tea balls versus allowing the tea to unfurl loose in the pot.<br><br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' And we've only two days before landfall.<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' Yay! I get to visit an orphanage.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' (smiling) It would be nice to have an assistant. <br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' It would be nice to get off the ship.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' (blinks at Xiu) All right, who are you and what have you done to our engineer? <br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' Shut up.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' And it'll be nice if you get some sunlight—<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' Hey-hey-hey, let's not get crazy.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' (laughs)<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' I'll get in the mule. I'll ride in the mule. I'll get out of the mule. I'll go into the building. I'll come out of the building, I'll get in the mule, and we'll drive back.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Maybe you can stop off for a nice dinner or lunch somewhere.<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' I'll pack my spoon and chopsticks.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' (gently teasing) Because she's picky about "Where did this come from? Is this dirty? Is this clean? Has it been poisoned?"<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' Mostly "Has it been poisoned?" <br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' Yes. <br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' ''Everyone'' eats ''dirt''. It's the whole arsenic thing that worries me.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' Yes. (laughs, looks at Stone) No, I think it's good for her.<br><br>
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| − | It's agreed. Xiu will go with Oksana on her next round dirtside. It's a major step out of Xiu's comfort zone, but the engineer wants to do it. <br><br>
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| − | Xiu lingers over breakfast until Smith and Murphy are through with their breakfast and back in their quarters before going to back to work on the Gat. The less they know of its existence, the better. <br><br>
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| − | Verity takes her breakfast up on the bridge. The less she sees of the Feds, the better.<br><br>
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| − | Stone checks his contacts, maintaining his relations, and always, always, always looking sharp for the lucrative jobs. <br><br>
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| − | '''Day 13:'''<br>
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| − | At 1400 hrs, ship's time, Stone and Oksana are paged by Smith. They show up at Smith's door and Smith lets them in. Door closed, Smith picks up a tablet and gets right to it.<br><br>
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| − | '''Smith:''' Judging by what you have said in the past, we should be nearing these coordinates here … (shows him coords on his tablet) … in the next few hours. Correct?<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Let me check with our navigator.<br>
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| − | '''Smith:''' Navigator? (gestures up at the bridge)<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' She's our navigator and our pilot.<br><br>
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| − | Stone sends the coordinates to the bridge via his comm. Verity checks them against our course.<br><br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' (via comm) Are these coordinates on our route?<br>
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| − | '''Verity:''' Yes.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' And we'll be there in a couple of hours?<br>
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| − | '''Verity:''' About two and a half.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Thank you. (to Smith) It'll be about two and a half hours before we reach those coordinates.<br>
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| − | '''Smith:''' Will we be able to stop to rendezvous with our contact there?<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Yes. That should not be a problem.<br>
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| − | '''Smith:''' Thank you.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' Is there anything you need in the meantime?<br>
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| − | '''Smith:''' (thinks … ) No. Thank you, though.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' You're welcome. <br><br>
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| − | Well, then. Meeting over, Stone and Oksana make their exit. The door closes behind them. Oksana walks until she's sure they're out of range before giving her captain a look: ''What the hell?''<br><br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Even the Alliance will run their shady deals sometimes. So … this comes under the same category we would do for any other passenger.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' And how well did it work the last time we did it?<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' We haven't actually done that. (a beat) Yet. <br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' Well, Marley came close.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' But this is definitely a prepare-for-the-worst situation.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' I was afraid you'd say that. (sighs) Okay.<br><br>
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| − | It's not long before we see a large contact on our forward sensors. Stone tells rest of the crew the plan. We will rendezvous with the ship to offload our passengers and their cargo. <br><br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' Is that what they said? Did they say they wanted to unload?<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' That's my assumption. We will be ready, either way.<br>
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| − | '''Verity:''' What does their contract say? We're taking them where?<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Contract says we're taking them to Osiris.<br>
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| − | '''Verity:''' But we're not.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' We might not be. They just want to rendezvous with this other ship.<br><br>
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| − | We review the contract. It says that the passengers would fly with us on our route to Osiris.<br><br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' There is nothing in that language that says they will be there to step off onto the planet we are supposed to be on when we get there.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Yes. It's shady but it's not illegal and it's not outside of purview.<br>
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| − | '''Verity:''' I just don't want to get to Osiris and then have someone ask me about where these people are.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' We rendezvoused with another ship per their instructions and then … (shrugs)<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' They're big boys. They can take care of themselves.<br>
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| − | '''Verity:''' They're ''Alliance''. They can screw us over.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' They can screw us over without leaving the ship.<br>
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| − | '''Verity:''' I know. <br><br>
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| − | Our cargo and passenger manifest were duly filed with the proper authorities before lift-off. The Alliance already knows what's on them. If we land on Osiris without the passengers and their cargo, there is nothing we can do to prevent the Alliance from arresting us for piracy: we killed the passengers, kicked the bodies out the airlock, and sold off their cargo en route. So runs Verity's and Oksana's thoughts, unvoiced though they are. Stone is attuned to his crew, nevertheless. He's already reset his private Black Box to record everything. At least when the Alliance claps us in irons, we'll have proof they can feel free to refute or cover up. <br><br>
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| − | Time passes. We get closer. The sensors resolve the blip. It's a Tohoku class ship. It's the biggest class the Alliance has. Three skyscraper towers rise from her broad platform, all lit up like Christmas. Soon enough we're close enough to read the ship's name blazoned on her hull. The ''IAV [[Those Who Stare In The Black, Game 20: The Start of Something New#HOW TO SPEAK JAPANESE|Shiroi Sakura]]''. <br><br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' I'm … gonna … golockmyselfinmyroomnowbye.<br>
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| − | '''Verity:''' I don't like this. I don't like this one bit.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' I am sure it is for a good reason.<br><br>
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| − | IAV Shiroi Sakura hails us.<br><br>
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| − | '''IAV Shiroi Sakura:''' ''Space Otter'', this is ''IAV Shiroi Sakura''. Please dock at the landing bay, portside, third level.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' ''IAV Shiroi Sakura'', this is Captain Allyne Stone of ''Space Otter''. We copy. (cuts channel) Let's go.<br><br>
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| − | Verity docks us in that behemoth of a ship, nice as you please. Oksana has already made sure there is nothing incriminating in her medical files she needs to sanitize. She goes through the ship, double checking everything's in order. Stone goes down to see to our passengers and find them already packed and ready to be escorted to the cargo bay. <br><br>
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| − | '''Smith:''' Captain. (points to their bags) If we can load these onto your lower lift and drop them down that way?<br>
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| − | '''Stone:'''Go right ahead. That would be no problem.<br><br>
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| − | They ride the lift down and Stone helps them with their cargo. There is a huge crew waiting on the other side of the airlock ready to help with the unloading. Twenty minutes later, they get everything off. Once the transfer is finished, Stone stays Smith with a question.<br><br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Is there anything in particular you want us to tell the inspectors crew we will run into on Osiris? Or were you never here?<br>
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| − | '''Smith:''' You should be all right. The crews will scan everything and they have your manifest. We'll hop off and you should have no problems landing at your next port.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Okay. <br><br>
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| − | A hand shake. A nod. And it's sayonara Mr. Murphy and Mr. Smith. We receive permission to exit the bay. Verity wastes no time getting us out of the belly of the beast. Stone, Verity, and Oksana watch the Tohoku receding as we pull away. <br><br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Make sure we haven't picked up anything.<br><br>
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| − | Verity checks our scanners. Xiu scans the ship with her hand helds. Nothing turns up. We look clean. Of course, Verity isn't entirely convinced. Once we're on the ground, we'll be able to make a more thorough sweep… like the outer hull, thankyouverymuch.<br><br>
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| − | '''Monday, 27 Nov 2519'''<br>
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| − | '''In orbit over Harvest'''<br>
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| − | '''Red Sun (Zhu Que) System'''<br><br>
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| − | We're less than a day out from Osiris at this point. <br><br>
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| − | '''Traffic Control:''' ''Space Otter'', continue to Berth 48-C. You are cleared to land. No scanning necessary.
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| − | '''Stone:''' Thank you. (cuts channel) <br><br>
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| − | So … no inspections? Nope. We get waived through. Looks like our Fed passengers put in the good word for us. <br><br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Yeah. I figured that was going to happen.<br><br>
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| − | We dock. We have some messages waiting for us. One is from the port authorities, stating we would have stevedores arriving in about three hours to unload our cargo. And lo, they show up when promised. <br><br>
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| − | The second is from Scrooge. It has a little starfish icon and very short message: ''Tag alongs?'' <br><br>
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| − | Stone's reply: ''Tag alongs. Chat.'' [icon: trident]<br><br>
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| − | Stone tries to set up secure communications off ship at a place that specializes in security. There aren't many places like that available and none are found here. He has to make do with what he's got. Stone sends a burst transmission to Scrooge using a secure encryption key he's given to the businessman. In the transmission he tells Scrooge what he knows about our most interesting passengers.<br><br>
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| − | When the stevedores arrive to unload the cargo three hours later, we recognize the dock foreman with him. The name tag on his shirt says John Smith. The face on the man says Jacob Marley. Stone motions to him off to the side. Xiu sees him too and scampers off to find rubber bands and paper clips to shoot at him. Apparently she doesn't like him very much. Oksana stays the woman with a soft word.<br><br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' Xiu. (shakes her head)<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' He deserves it.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' There are better ways.<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' No, ''this'' is the better way. The ''fun'' way is me ''kneecapping'' him. (to self) Or shooting his eye out…<br><br>
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| − | Meanwhile, Stone and Marley talk, shaking hands like men doing business.<br><br>
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| − | '''Marley:''' Captain. Thank you for getting our shipment here. My men will get everything unloaded. (in undertone) Any problems with the cargo?<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' None that we know of. <br>
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| − | '''Xiu:'''(to self) Well, we didn't blow up …<br>
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| − | '''Marley:''' Very well. Good. (in official voice) I'll have my men inspect the cases and haul them off. It will take … a while. Obviously. But we'll get that taken care of. I have some paperwork for you to sign.<br><br>
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| − | He produces papers on a clipboard, hands them to Stone. Stone goes through them easily, making sure that any messages Marley might be slipping him cannot be seen by others or by the ship's cameras. He finds a message. <br><br>
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| − | It says: ''Meeting on Schedule.''<br>
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| − | Stone writes: ''Possible Alliance surveillance added.''<br><br>
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| − | Stone signs on the lines as usual and hands the clipboard back. Marley is watching the entire time, gives the message a split-second glance, and beams at Stone.<br><br>
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| − | '''Marley:''' Very good. Thank you.<br><br>
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| − | '''Marley:''' Just got an update to the manifest. I wanted to let you know that I had the older paperwork. Would you take a look at this to make sure it matches up with what you have?<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Sure. (takes the clipboard)<br>
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| − | '''Marley:''' There's a slight difference from the first one. A couple of things in different order.<br><br>
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| − | Marley turns the paperwork to the right page and there's a little sticky flag pointing to the item in question. Pulling it off, he reveals his message: ''What the hell were they carrying?''<br><br>
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| − | Stone acts like he's looking over and signing off on it. He writes: ''Ten tons of cargo, cryogenic chamber or homeostasis pod, working on circuit boards in their cabin, possible cybernetic communication.''<br><br>
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| − | Stone hands the clipboard back to Marley with a smile and Marley reads the note as if checking the signature. <br><br>
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| − | '''Marley:''' Oh, I see. Hold on…This is not ours. <br><br>
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| − | Marley scratches something off the list and writes in its place: ''De Nile Xport Box'' He hands it back to Stone with a shrug.<br><br>
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| − | '''Marley:''' Interesting cargo but that one wasn't ours, unfortunately. Would've liked to have seen what was in there. Well, anyways. (claps hands and rubs them) We'll get the rest of the cargo off.<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' I'll check our electronic records. Would you like me to shoot you a copy?<br>
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| − | '''Marley:''' Please.<br><br>
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| − | '''Tuesday, 28 Nov 2519'''<br>
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| − | Verity spends the day checking the ship for bugs and other unwanted tagalongs the Feds might have infested our ship with. She goes over the ship's computer and related systems with a fine toothed comb. Damned Feds. Who knows what they did to her baby? The ship appears fine, everything appears okay. Verity is not 100% convinced. She may never be convinced.<br><br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' (to Stone) I will take my gun and comms. If I can't shoot my way out, I will call for help.<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' ''We.'' <br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' ''We'' will call for help. (to Xiu) You do not get gun. You get comm.<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' I get guns. (pats her medical kit bag) I get ''my'' guns. <br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' All right. Keep them out of sight.<br><br>
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| − | To be honest, it's hard to tell Xiu's guns from her tools. They look remarkably alike. In Xiu's hands, anything has the potential to be a weapon. <br><br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' Could be drill. Could be nine millimeter. Could be both. (laughs) Xiu could drill you and then she could drill you.<br><br>
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| − | When the crew gathers in the lounge for dinner that night, Xiu tells them all about her day at the clinic.<br><br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' I was helpful. And I didn't cause any more injuries than I healed.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' She was absolutely ''wonderful''. You know, Captain, not only did she treat people, she fixed their machines. I think that would be, if not lucrative side business, it is definitely good … (speaking carefully) … PR. It might be useful in … making contacts and … connections. <br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' (considering it) That's interesting.<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' Just leave my name out of it. I have no name. (to self) The Woman With No Name. Isn't that a movie somewhere …? And their feng shui was all wrong. We'd have to fix that. They had mirrors by the doors. <br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' Well, geomancy does not come cheap. They did not have much money.<br><br>
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| − | The talk turns from geomancy and the placement of things … to the things that the Feds might have done while they were aboard our ship. Verity is still concerned that they've done something behind our backs. Everything on our girl looks all right but …. Is there possibly something we might have missed? <br><br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' Do you wanna analyze everything the left behind?<br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' They supposedly left nothing behind.<br>
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| − | '''Xiu:''' On the cart there's bound to be residues of what he was working on.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' I could run toxicology on it. <br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' It's unlikely they would have been working with anything other than metal on it.<br>
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| − | '''Oksana:''' I'm going to swab it down for DNA anyway. <br>
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| − | '''Stone:''' Okay.<br><br>
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