The skateboard hit the pavement with a sharp smack, the wheels rolling through puddles as it was propelled through the crowds of people. The downtown market on Phobos was busy tonight. Probably due to the Convention of the United Planets, where senators and delegates representing their respective governments came again to try to figure out peace. Crowds of people from distant planets were in attendance and the market was a hot spot for the masses. A young man on a skateboard was no exception, moving through the crowd with ease a pizza balanced in his hand.

The young man blew a piece of bubblegum, a pair of old headphones coming out of an ancient relic of a cassette player hugging the young man's jeans. He skated past a few older women who screamed yelling at him to be more careful. The young man flipped them the bird, moving around a Marlac Fruit Stand, onto a new street. A pack of cat-like aliens with three eyes called Murla's skittered away as he came towards an alleyway. He hissed at the cat's slowing down to a soft roll before he came to his destination. He hopped off the board moving towards a door covered in gravity and rust. He lifted his phone double-checking the address before he shrugged, pulling off his headphones and knocked.

When the door opened he looked down at the order, "Olla Muchacho! I got a three-cheese, pepperoni pizza with spinach and chovies, for..ahhh Dougie Sprignas?"

He looked up, his yellow eyes staring up at the 6,8 Draconian who was a mixture between a dinosaur and a troll. He raised an eyebrow, "Holy shit your tall dude! So uh...you uh Dougie??"

The Draconian was covered in tattoos, a wifebeater, and spoke in clicks and hisses, luckily like most Tony Treo's pizza workers, the young man was set with a translation implant, "No I ain't fucking Dougie, and I didn't order this shit. Get the fuck out of here!"

The young man held up his hands, "Woah man! Okay..Look this is the address that was called. I just deliver em. It's 15.45 if you want it?"

Another Draconian in the background hissed, "WHO IS IT BOSS? WANT ME TO..OH.."

Another tall Draconian with black scales and thick arms walked over, "You order a pizza! Sweet! It's Tony's to!"

The original Draconian, now uncovered to be named Rex groaned, "I didn't order it, and your fatass doesn't need it either."

The black scaled Draconian looked hurt, "Awe come on boss. We've been cooking all day! It smells amazing."

The young man tapped his shoe, "Look, dude. You either want it or nooot! I got other deliveries, and paper on space coagualates and shite.."

The Draconian sighed, pulling out a wallet, "Fine. I'll fucking buy it...but that means I ain't hearing you yammer about your hunger later."

He dug into his heavy brown cargos, pulling up his card and the young man extended his hand so that his watch could collect payment. The kid watched as the money was delivered and looked up with a scowl, "You ain't even gonna tip?"

The Draconian gave a half-shrug/laugh and pushed the young man back. The young fellow slipped on his board, landing in the trash heavily as the door shut on his face. The Draconian's howling inside. He glared at the door angrily, whilst grunting to himself, "I don't get paid enough for this shit!"

He stood up slowly, opening up his cassette to flip it over to a new side. He paused hitting play on the new track, 'Blue Light Special: Still just a Rat in a Cage." Without another word he jumped on his board, hitting his watch to start a countdown as he headed back out into the street. He twisted back through the market, avoiding the crowds before he spotted a large black man with thick steel dreads coming out of the top of his head. He hard edge about him like Wesley Snipes from Blade. He smirked, heading towards him and noting his companion a shorter green lizard-like man with bright neon yellow eyes. He nodded at both of them once holding out his wrist so that their watches could connect for a brief moment.

The young man's board continued into the crowd as the black man, opened his watch so that a holographic picture of the Draconian was before him. He smirked, hitting a few buttons before he nodded at the lizard man, "Got it."

The large black man smirked, hitting his coms as he spoke, "It's what we thought. Z34761d35."

Miles away at a shipping yard on the east side of the planet, a large orange-colored man with long black hair and tusks and a blue-skinned woman with gills plunked in the number. Each watch gave off the same ting, to mark the time. A few seconds later a cargo door on a large black space cruiser opened up to expose 40,000 tonnes of the best Draconian Ecstasy produced in this part of the galaxy. Highly illegal and incredibly expensive.

The young man looked down at his watch one last time before hopping off his board finally pulling off his hat, a cascade of black hair falling down his back. He flipped the cap so that it faced backward before pulling down the zipper on his jacket, to expose a white crop top and a pair of C-cup sized boobs. Aside from some sweet jugs there sat a gun holster holding two Beretta 92FS Inox "9mm Sword Cutlass'" guns which hugged her armpits lightly. She kept walking a young blue child with two antennas running up to hand her a worn black leather jacket with a skull and crossbones etched into the back. She slid it over her shoulders before pulling out a pair of sunglasses which she plugged over her yellow eyes. She rubbed the head of the little kid and gave him a stack of $100 kredits for an address and careful observation of a large Draconian cruiser. A smile moved up her lips as she headed for the nearest book store, her part of the job done for the day.

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Back at the Draconian clubhouse, the pizza had made its final stop past a hungry crew of illegal Ecstasy cookers and Draconian mobsters. The head Draconian who answered the door, Rex Martinez, and boss of the infamous Martinez gang, opened the lid to pause at the piece of napkin taped aboard the tasty pie. It's green ink read as such:

"Here's a Free Pizza for that sweet Draconian Love Rock. All 40 Tonnes of it.
P.S. You really should have tipped.

Yours Truly,
Ursa Cooper. <3"

The sound of pouring rain echoed through the dark room. The window slightly open letting a cool breeze blow through as the blinds tap against the glass. The room was filled with a desk and two chairs, both overturned as if a struggle had just happened. A man stood over a dead body that seemed to be freshly shot. A woman cowering in the corner of the room sobbed softly. The man looked over to the woman with a soft expression before kneeling down to examine the body. The bullet traveled straight through the heart and out the back end, lodging itself into the desk behind. The man on the floor was no other then the head of the Strokath family, a Strarvis Yakuza leader on Phobos. The man examining him was Celebrimbor Sasaki, the first lieutenant of the Strokath family.

What happened here? Celebrimbor finally said after a long silence between the two. The women didn't respond right away, just kept crying. Answer the question. Celebrimbor sharpened his tone a bit.

He.... He forced himself onto me. The woman whimpered. I pushed him away but, he just kept coming. He was very drunk. I called for help but no one came so, I took the gun out of my handbag and shot him. I didn't mean to kill him I just wanted to get away. She started to cry more, curling up even more into the corner fear in of Celebrimbor. A sigh left Celebrimbor's lips before getting up and walking over to the lady. He kneeled down in front of her and placed his white coat over top of her.

I'm not going to hurt you. Celebrimbor spoke softly to the shaking girl. Astrik wasn't a very good man to start off with and I'm sorry that you had to go through this. You're lucky that I'm the one who found you like this. If any of the other Yakuza members did, you would more then likely be dead right now.

The woman looked up to see the man talking to her. He had long blond hair with slightly pointed ears poking through. He was very pale and has a muscual physic to him. Why are you helping me? I just killed your boss. Celebrimbor helped the woman to her feet. Lets just say that Astrik had this coming to him. I may be a lieutenant but, I don't condone what he tried to do to you. As far as I'm concerned, he got what he deserved. Now keep my coat and leave this place as fast as you can. Don't stop to look at anyone or talk to anyone. Go home, pack up your stuff, and leave. Go to the downtown market and find yourself a way off this planet.

The woman just smiled at Celebrimbor and took off outside the door. Once he was gone, Celebrimbor looked down at the dead Astrik. Well old buddy. You really fucked up this time. He sighed then put on some gloves and picked up the body. A few other Yakuza members barged in after having heard the commotion from before. The gasped in shock as Celebrimbor walked past them, Astrik in hand. Get his bed ready and some fresh clothes. We're going to make it atleast look like he didn't just get murdered.

The two members just nodded and took off down the hall. Rounding the same corner was second lieutenant Garth. He stopped in his tracks as he watched Celebrimbor walk slowly down the hall. Cel, what happened here? Garth said as he started to walk with Celebrimbor. From what it looked like someone came in and shot Astrik through the heart. The chairs were overturned and I found the bullet lodged into his desk but, no one was around when I came in.

Garth just sighed as he took the body from Celebrimbor. This isn't good. If word gets out before we find who did this, there could be a war on our hands. As it is we're already having issues with the Draconians. Celebrimbor took off his gloves and tossed them aside. The two walked in silence until they reached Astriks bedroom. Some Yakuza members opened the door for the two of them and they both changed then placed the dead Astrik in his bed. Garth turned to Celebrimbor. I think you should take over for the time being. You're the only suitable person to do the job. Not to mention you pretty much were already doing the job of the Head as it was.

Celebrimbor just shook his head then turned around to leave. Now's not the time to discuss this. I'm leaving you to make sure everything is in order. I don't have time to deal with this right now. Garth nodded then directed some of the other members around. Where are you going to go?

Celebrimbor stopped at by the entrance. I'm going to head downtown to the bar. Going to meet a friend. He closed the door behind him then walked out of the building. The rain had finally settled and the air smelled fresh and clean. One of the only times it ever really did. Celebrimbor reached his hand into his pocket then pulled out a phone. He punched in the number then waited for a pickup. Hey, it's Cel. Want to meet up at the bar?.... Yeah sure I can wait. It'll take me an hour to get into town anyways.... No things are a little fucked right now. I'll tell you about it later.... Okay good luck. I'll see you soon Ursa.

Phobos was extremely busy and crowded, due to the Convention of United Planets. Xael wandered about, looking at each of the stalls. She was looking for something very specific, though nothing had caught her eye quite yet. Each vendor would nod or wink at her, trying to arouse her interest in their wares. She simply shrugged them off when nothing caught her attention. She let out a gentle sigh, and carried on down the side walk, pushing passed and between people who payed little to no attention to her.

As the time carried on, it began to rain, and Xael tugged her baggy sweater around her a little closer, but tilted her head up to the sky just slightly enough to let the rain land on her pale skin. She loved the freshness of it, and walked with her eyes closed until she came across a bar that she visited often. Not so much for the drink, but the atmosphere. It was mysterious and exciting, and she loved to watch the people.

As she stepped into the bar, which was called Club Cyanide, she made her way to the very familiar corner booth. Smoke billowed out around Xael's ankles when she opened the door as if to welcome her home. It was strange that she liked this place, because to any other person, or creature or alien, she might seem too innocent for such a place. But she liked it none the less.

The crowd of overly aggressive marines looked out of place in the upscale lounge and Oriion felt he should have picked a private booth to meet instead of one with a view of the entrance but he knew he had to watch his back now on Phobos. "The Rulons sure as hell didnt expect the Timberwolf cresting the hill to interrupt their little chemical weapons deal" Orion thought, figuring for sure theyd be sending another hit squad or care package again.

He began to think how he should return the favour when one of the unruly marines bumped into his shoulder knocking Orions Sazerrac to the floor. "Watch it you royal ass" said the marine in a drunken stupor as he laughed and pointed out what happened to his buddies. Hurriedly a young waitress rushed over to take care of the issue while Orion ignored the obvious 2 day leave given to this mouth breather who in his infinite wisdom decided to fill his few fleeting moments with alcohol.

The waitress came over but unfortunately slipped on the wet floor in her hurry. The marines laughed even louder. Seeing the waitress in obvious pain and near tears Orion put down his now empty cocktail glass and reached down to assist her in getting up. "It's OK miss, we will just move to a private booth and you can serve us away from these cowboys. He whispered and calmy helped her up off the floor. If you could point me to the furthest one and come to us when youve had a moment of rest.
I'm in no hurry.. She smiled acknowledging his kindness "Thank you and I'll get you another Sazerrac sir. as she rushed to the back to hide the tears and embarrasment.

Orion began to turn around when he got caught by a sucker punch to the side of his jaw. The marine had decided to escalate the situation. Orion reeled almost losing his balance and staggered back. The Marine yelled "C'mon you blue blood, I'll wipe the floor with you.. Orion stood ready for his rush but told the marine You've got one chance to relax devil dog; go find another place to waste your leave.. This just infuriated the marine and his buddies who were now gathering behind him. As the marines faces all became flushed with anger Orion understanding the situation slid back his cloak and pressed a button on his lapel.

A huge figure appeared from the shadow of the booth and pushed through the marines to grab the instigator by the shoulder. A.C.E (Automated Cybernetic Enhanced) was a 7 foot robot who looked as big as he was powerful with a large chest armoured in cobalt titanium giving off an almost blueish purple hue in the light. The marine swung his fist around to connect with the would be adversary and smashed it directly on ACE's chest. The sound of his knuckles smashing could be heard over the silence that had developed during the outbreak. The marine screamed out in agony and doubled over in pain as ACE squeezed his shoulder hard enough to bring the marine to his knees.

The other marines stood in awe while the bouncers finally arrived to disperse the fight. Once everything had calmed down and the battered marine had finally relented; Orion said "That's enough ACE, Im sure his days of fingerbanging old sally rottencrotch are over. Release. No Factor stated ACE in a semi robotic tone as he released the marine.

Once the commotion had died down and the drunkards dismissed from the lounge the waitress came over with the drink. "This is on the house tonight and thank you once again, Sir. Don't worry about it Orion said I just hope youre alright.. She stammered "Those were the 8th Fusiliers. They just got back from a huge invasion. Its all over the news if you havent seen. I was kinda worried you were going to get hurt but I see your buddy came in pretty handy tonight. Orion patted ACE, chuckled, and said Yeah he has his benefits except hes not the best with sparring. By the way here is something for your troubles.. Orion hands her a C-Note. Oh my god she says Thank you so much, if there is anything you need just tap the ruby button on the compad and I'll be here as fast as i can.. Orion stopped her just before leaving Before you go there is one thing you can do for me. I'm waiting for a some people that most definitely will stick out like a sore thumb. Can you make sure that they are shown their way here?. Absolutely she said. Oh and dear? Orion said. Yes? the waitress responded. Could you find it in your heart to possibly fit old ACE here in the back?

Club Cyanide was a small club in the downtown area of Phobos, it was a hub for some of the criminal elite in the area and a place the locals were kind enough to avoid most nights. This evening the area was only mildly crowded with a few lost tourists chatting here and there. The bar itself was dark with simple cocktail lamps and green velvet couches. Imported wood and black leather built most of the bar, giving it a warm pub feeling.

Ursa was sat in the back, her Treo's Pizza hat turned backward to keep her hair out of her face. A half-drunk beer lay on the table whilst a cigarette and a book occupied her hands. She kept it just partly covering her face as she read over the newest book on Economic Physics in the Ragon Galaxy by Prof. Gix Moolson. She could have opened the book on her watch but, she didn't like virtual reading. Her preference for real paper over a hologram made a vintage book collectors dream. Most physical copies of books were expensive and the masses were extinct. Aside from the physical book though, Ursa looked like a scrub. Her hair was combed but hung loose around her shoulders, her jeans were dirty, her sneakers used to be white and her jacket was clearly old and worn. She had tattoos and light makeup that she put on in case any Draconians came by, but otherwise, she looked like a poor college kid. She flipped the page, as she waited for her friend to arrive. Much to Mac and Takashi's dismay, she had decided to remain at this spaceport for at least another night as they headed towards one of her security warehouses with their newly collected loot.

She loved her ship and crew but at times she needed room to breathe, collect her thoughts, and try to enjoy the small victories. Plus with Celebrimbor phoning to get a drink, she couldn't exactly say no. The Yakuza were a deadly force and she had aided them on multiple occasions to smuggle bodies or drugs across the galaxy. She had also helped there enemies with the same aid, but she kept that to herself. She wasn't biased when it came to who she worked for it was all just business. That's probably why she got along with Celebrimbor, they both had their own code of ethics and respected it. She took a drag of her cigarette feeling a shift in the room. She peered over her book seeing a young woman enter the bar. Men seemed to turn to stare at the innocent-looking girl who moved almost like a dancer towards a corner booth. Ursa smirked giving the young woman koodo's for coming to this dump by herself. Brave woman. She tapped off her cigarette into an incinerator tray and returned to her book, sinking back into the darkness of her booth to remain as inconspicuous as she could.

Suddenly her attention moved to a few drunken marines and a young man who she could only partially see through the crowd. She sighed her attention keeping to the book, not surprised that a rowdy crowd was present tonight. She took a swig of beer, trying to get comfy, as she waited for her friend, hoping that the chaos would be small tonight.

The travel to club Cyanide took a little longer then expected. The town was busy as hell and everyone was trying to get somewhere. Once he finally arrived, Celebrimbor strolled into the bar ready to drink. It didn’t take long for him to realize that he missed a fight. Some marines where quickly making their way past everyone and out the door. They seemed a little roughed up but, nothing compared to what normally happens here. Before sitting down, Celebrimbor looked around to see what kind of people where around for the night. Many different races and species as per usual, nothing out of the ordinary. A few people did catch his eye though. One woman who was sitting in a corner booth Who he’d never seen before and then a man in a bomber jacket heading to a private room. This raised his brow a little. Only people who really go back there are usually about to make an illegal deal. Normally that would be his place to step in and lay down the law but, tonight the only law he was going to lay down was the shots.

Once done looking around, Celebrimbor found Ursa pretty fast. Wasn’t to hard to spot the woman when she dressed like an unfortunate soul. This made him laugh a little since he’s always offered to help her out though she keeps refusing him. Cel walked over and took a seat next to Ursa. Still running around in rags I see. Celebrimbor smirked then ordered the two of them some drinks. Hey I appreciate you coming out tonight with me. Putting our jobs aside, you’re one of the only friends I have outside of the Yakuza I can talk to. The waitress came back with the drinks. Three shots of the law, which contained 3 different types of alcohol, and One scotch on the rocks. An earth drink he discovered on a trip a few years back.

I’m sure you’re wondering why I called you out of the blue like that. Well... Cel slammed back his three shots and then the scotch. Astrik was murdered tonight by woman who clams he forced himself on her. It didn’t really surprise me all to much since he was hammered off his ass. I could smell it the moment I walked in. Well anyways, the rest of the family wants me to take over but I’m not to sure I’d want that position at all. If you recall, I told you once that I wanted to leave the family.

As the two of them where talking, a young drunk man walked over to the table and placed a gun down on it. Celebrimbor just looked up at the man, already unimpressed. Excuse me sir I’m trying to have a private conversation with my friend here.

The man just laughed and the club went silent. You Yakuza are always hogging the whores around here. How about giving this one up to one of us? The man slurred his words and turned towards his buddy’s and started to laugh with them. He obviously didn’t understand what it meant to talk down to a Yakuza like that. Especially one of Celebrimbors stature.

Look buddy I don’t want to cause a scene, so I’d appreciate it if you apologized to my friend here before things get ugly. He could see Ursa start to reach for her guns. Celebrimbor didn’t like guns all that much. To the Yakuza they were a cowards weapon. Fists or swords where more his style but could work with anything.

The man, though, just laughed harder with his buddy’s and took another drink. What’re you gonna do big ma... And before he could finish his sentence, Cel had punched him square in the jaw. Dropping the man to the floor. His friends quickly stood up ready to fight. Cel cracked his knuckles and stood up as well. This really isn’t the night you want to do this. I got this Ursa. You just enjoy your book. The men just growled at Cel then leapt right at him. There was four of them so nothing that would even break a sweat.

Cels first punch landed right in the gut then the other in another mans nose. A crack a could be heard from the second mans face. The third man made right swing for Cels face which Cel promptly stepped back for. He then pulled the third man close to him by the scruff of the neck, then slammed him into the ground. The fourth man cowered a bit as he watched his friends get pummelled in seconds. He then dropped to the ground and started to beg for forgiveness, apologizing for his other friends. Celebrimbor couldn’t stand this kind of shit in a fight. He proceeded to stomp the mans face in to the ground, knocking him out cold.

Apologies accepted. Celebrimbor smirked as he looked back up to the crowd. Everyone in the club stared at him, half in shock and half in awe. Celebrimbor just raised his eyebrow and spoke. Don’t fuck with the Yakuza. Get back to your drinks. Everyone turned around and started to chatter again as if nothing ad just happened. The bouncers came over and pulled the five men away, nodding at Celebrimbor as they left. Cel sat back down next to Ursa and ordered another drink. How’s the book?

As Xael sat in the corner, her eyes locked with one of the waitresses' and the woman nodded once, bustling about before heading off toward the bar, and ordering Xael's usual drink, a bellini. Once it was delivered, Xael took a long in hale of the peach scent, and then sipped at the icy beverage happily. While this happened, she watched as some military type guys were giving another guy some trouble, but they were taken care of with his little robot friend. The guy disappeared into the back area, and shortly after another guy got into a huge, but quick fight, with 4 guys who seemed extremely drunk.

This all made for great entertainment, and she never really could understand why people got so weird when they were drunk. Xael never allowed herself to get like that, so the idea really was foreign. She sipped once more at her beverage, and watched as the blonde male who had fought off the four guys, sat back down and seemed to order another drink. He was sitting with a teal haired woman who had tattoos, but she seemed engrossed in a book of some kind. Xael narrowed her eyes to try and read the name on the cover, since it was tilted up slightly. The title was Economic Physics in the Ragon Galaxy by Prof. Gix Moolson. Xael tilted her head curiously, but figured it probably wasn't her style.

Usually this bar wasn't so packed, but again that was probably due to the convention. With a sigh, Xael leaned back into the booth and continued to watch the scenes around her, listening and observing in complete silence, while everyone else chatted, sang, or argued.

When Celebrimbor strolled into the bar she barely noticed, not moving her eyes from her book until he spoke. She giggled lightly, “Still wasting all your money on your hair.”

She gave him a soft punch to the shoulder, picking up her cig as he spoke. She took a sip of the new beer he ordered for her and held it up quietly, “Thanks...and I don’t mind. I needed the break as well, honestly. Works been booming.”

She took a sip then listened to why he called her up. When he finished her eyes widened and she mouthed an expressive, ‘Wow’, “I’m not shocked his ass was finally plugged by a lady. I never mentioned it, but the guy was a perv. No offense.”

She sighed, taking another sip of beer, "I remember. You know I always am the first to say to go for exactly what you want and fuck everyone else, but that’s not good advice. Truth is they won’t let you leave easily, and even if you do what happens to your crew? They depend on you, and you will hate yourself if you leave them in the dust. It might not be all bad though. Maybe..with Astrik gone you can stear the Yakuza into what you want it to be. Don’t waste opportunities man. Even if they seem like burdens.”

She took another drag of her cigarette stretching out as a young drunk man walked up to them and placed a gun down. Ursa raised an eyebrow in curiosity, as Cel asked the man why he was interrupting. His words made Ursa laugh, pointing to herself as she looked past the fourth wall to the writers of this roleplay, pointing to herself ‘Me? Whore?”

Cel always the gentleman, stood up for her. She didn’t think it was fair that he should have to so she went to reach for her own gun, not with any intent to use it, but rather to level the playing ground before she beat this man to death with her verbatim. The man just continued with his insult before Cel punched him square in the jaw. He told her to enjoy her book and she shrugged, waving at the bartender “ Alright...I hate fighting anyway... Jerry whatever they break I got it.”

She brought up her book, finishing her cigarette as the fight ensued. When he was sitting back down she smiled, putting on a bimbo voice, “ Oh...I don’t understand much of it. Perhaps if it had pictures a whore like me would understand?”

She laughed, being more serious, “I'm kidding. It’s good. Moolson’s a bit pretentious though, and he has a full on hatred for his colleague Tolstey. The whole book is basically a ‘Fuck you’ to his thesis on relative physics in the global market.”

She noticed the girl in the other booth looking at it, and tilted it slightly so she could read the title more easily, “Well now that you’ve defended my honor brave knight. I have some news for you too.”

She looked him over with a wry smirk, “The Draconians aren’t going to be bothering you during this change of regiment.”

At his look of why she bit her bottom lip, “Because they are going to be hunting for 40,000 tonnes of Ecstasy that were stolen just minutes before you called.”

She gave him a knowing look, never fully letting her guard down with even a good a friend as Cel, “I would offer the Yakuza part of the cut, but the Italian Gragunds on 7 made me an offer too sweet to say no to. I am telling you this as a friend babe but they have some serious coin. If they are willing to share that type of spread with lil ol me then you have bigger problems then a pissed off hooker, and a dead friend. You didn't hear that from me though. Jerry would chew out my ass for sharing that tid-bit with you.”

Orion became sick of waiting after nearly 15 min past the expected time. Even the waitress lamented that she hadnt identified anybody who was looking for Orion. Its bad juju to stay too long especially after that scuffle. The world has prying eyes and all it takes is an inquisitive few to get a little too interested. Orion decided to make the call.

The vidcom for the now deceased Astrik began to ping in his room. This alarmed Garth and the other members of the Yakuza. They all looked at each other wondering if they should answer it or let it ring. Garth would have preferred if Cel was here to make that decision but he assumed it was on Astrik's private line so he clicked the button.

The voice on the other end of the line stated "I hope you have a good reason to keep me waiting Astrik'
Garth paused...
"Astrik?" questioned Orion at the weird pause.
"Who is this?" asked Garth.
Orion typed a code on his vidcom and started a backhack so he could identify the person on the other end of the line. Unbeknownst to Garth, and the sleeping Astrik Orion was able to view Astriks video that is normally used to capture two way vidcalls.
"I dpn't know this guy" thought Orion "but he looks like one of his compadres and I think I wont be meeting Astrik tonight because he sure as hell aint sleeping with a hole in his head"
"Is there another way that I can reach him, its urgent and regarding a meeting we had scheduled?" spoke Orion
Garth replied somewhat stupidly "Yeah he's kinda busy, give Cel a call. He's at some club and can point you in the right direction. His vidcom # is 543678" "Hello?"
"You damn idiot Garth" shouted a Yakuza "Why the hell would you just give out Cel's number without a clue who was asking? He's gonna have your ass for that!"

Orion didn't wait to say goodbye and had just hung up. Less time on those machines is safer anyways nowadays. The fool on the other line gave him something to go on. Maybe this deal could still be salvaged after all. Its not too often that you can get guaranteed safe passage to The outer rings colonies with no questions asked. Even if it's the Yakuza. At least they would keep their word or suffer their own consequences. Orion sent a vidcall request to #543678 half expecting nothing to happen. If that were the case then he would vacate the premises and have to find another way to get offworld and back to his dropship. Maybe this Cel would honour his previous Big Boss' agreement. The big question remains. Will this Cel answer at all?

Celebrimbor ran his hands through his hair. Even though he was what most called a brute, he really liked to keep his appearance up nicely. Plus he was more then likely going to be the new head of the Yakuza so he almost had to look stunning. "I take pride in my hair you know that." He laughed a bit to himself. Ursa started to talk about her book, which seemed like a good read, but nothing that he would be into probably.

Ursa started to talk to him about the Draconians. He looked smirked at her remark about the stolen goods then laughed. "You sly dog. How on earth did you pull that off. Missing that amount of drugs would ruin them. Guess that's good for me." He took a sip of his newly brought drink. Ursa, though, continued and started to talk about the Italian Gragunds. A group that the Yakuza kind of just let to the side and din't worry about. Cel knew that they would rise up like this and that started to make him angry. The Yakuza were not an organization to mess with. Especially the Strokath family. They were a force to be reckoned with.

Before Cel could speek, his vidcom started to go off. This was a little strange because only a few people had his number and they were either dead, at the club next to him, or in the Yakuza. Cel picked up the vidcom and answered. "Garth, you better have a really good reason to be calling right now or I'm going to kick your ass."

"Dispense with your brothers mistake another time. I've been fortunate to obtain an audience with your employer and he has not shown up at the correct time. I see your comm is secure enough to speak without intrusion and was curious if you would be possible to address the situation we find ourselves in." said Orion.

Celebrimbor listened to the unfamiliar voice. The only way this man would have been able to get this number was through Garth or Ursa and Ursa was sitting right next to him. “Seeing as you already have me on the line, I might as well hear you out. But be weary you are interrupting something very important.” He looked over at Ursa, who wasn’t paying a bit of attention since he picked up his com, and winked. “As for my employer as you call it. I currently am in charge.”

"Astrik Strokath is still the waka-gasheri (underboss) is he not?" Orion raised his voice slightly as would be required in this instance. "I would believe that even a Shatei(Soldier) should respect his privacy and guests." Sending a jab through the line to get the response he expected would come. Orion relaxed his voice to sound accomodating "I will forgive your arrogance but I do require you to locate him for me as this matter is of an urgent nature.". He hoped the authority in his voice would convey seniority which is a respected heirarchal trait upon which the yakuza code was founded on. Orion also needed this almost out of desperation so he was pulling all the punches he could to make everything work out. Valora depended on it.

Cel almost snapped. This man had no idea who he was talking to. If Garth was going to give his private line out to just anyone then atleast make them very aware of whom they are talking to. “I’ll repeat myself again. As of right now I am currently in charge so whatever business you have can be directed to me and through me.” A pit of anger started to boil in Celebrimbor. It really frustrated him when people talked to him like this. He was first lieutenant to Astrik and as of right now he was acting waka-gasheri but, this man didn’t know and at this point Cel needed to find out who he was talking to. “Until I know who I’m speaking with, this conversation might as well be over.”

"Easy Celebrimbor. You yakuza sure get touchy in a time of crisis. I wanted to see if I could trust you enough. I know as of 5 minutes ago of Astriks fate. I found out who I was calling through the back channels but I didn't know who else may have been affected by the sudden turn of events." Orion paused. " I'm certain you would have heard of the Revenant by now. That is me." Orion then added his condolences for the loss of his boss "Kono tabi wa goshuushousama de gozaimasu. (Please accept my condolences on this sad occasion.)". As a sign of respect and of a Senpai, Orion stated " Please accept my apologies for the subterfuge but I'm certain that I can better explain myself in person. If you could grace me with your presence all can be understood."

Cel sighed then calmed himself. “I accept your apology and I also give you mine. Yes this that been a trying night for us all.” He spoke. As much as it didn’t surprise him how Astrik died, he still was a good friend. “I have heard of you and I do agree this would be a better conversation to have in person. Where can I meet you? I’m out right now but, if you’re not far then I’m sure we can set something up.” Cel put in vidcom down for a second then turned to Ursa. “I may have to go. I think we need to discuss more about the Italians. You have my number.” Before leaving Celebrimbor bowed to Ursa then kissed her hand, thanking her for having drinks with him. “Okay Revenant. Where are you located?”

There was silence on the end of the line. A waitress then walked up to Cel's table and put down a drink of what Celebrimbor's posion was. Underneath the glass was a paper with writing on it. "Compliments of the gentleman" said the waitress pointing in the direction of the booth in which Orion was sitting in shadow with a dim blue hue from his arm only revealing the barest of features. Celebrimbor looked at the note. It read...

I prefer face to face, please join me once your business has concluded with your friend.
The paper did not have a signature. However it had the heraldry of the 21st Centauri Lancers on it.

Cel glanced over in the direction of the private booth. He picked up the drink having already said his farewells to Ursa, then strolled over. He glanced around the club as he walked over, seeing who all might be around to interrupt or eavesdrop. The only person to stand out in the crowd of drunks was this beautiful pale skinned woman in the corner. He couldn’t tell her features all to well in the light but, he was curious about her. Never seen her before. On a normal day Celebrimbor would walk over and introduce himself as a gentleman but, right now he has business to attend. As he got closer to the booth, Cel could see a man in a bomber jacket sitting alone. He had to be on his guard just in case things didn’t pan out the way he wanted them too. Celebrimbor sat down across from the man and placed his drink on the table. “Revenant I presume?” He said cunningly.

Standing up Orion extended his hand. "Star Colonel Orion Steiner." Cel stood back up to shake Orion’s hand. “First lieutenant Celebrimbor Sasaki. How can I help you Colonel?” The two sat back down and Cel ordered them another round of drinks. Orion began to outline the previous agreement that had been arranged in detail allowing safe passage on one of the Yakuza ships "The Pearl" to the outer rings in exchange for a sizeable haul of Tiritum that the mining colony had unearthed. Unbeknownst to Cel, the mining colonies Head had a tentative deal for weapons with Orion. This was in order to keep his dropship safe and out of the prying eyes of any passing pirates. Everything would go smooth as silk once the ship was off this space station.

"I know you have alot on your shoulders right now Mr. Sasaki but Astrik had planned on joining the voyage to ensure this deal went through. If you choose not to then I would understand." Orion hesitated. "I do have one more request if you would be so accomodating, simply put. I need a pilot. I mean a good pilot. Not one of those hive racers. Someone who knows how to get a ship out in a hurry. I've got my interceptor docked but as soon as I take off I'll be blown out of space. it's not an issue with station security but I do need someone to handle the flying part while i deal with the not getting blown out of the air part if you get my drift".

Cel looked over the plans and listened as Orion spoke. It wouldn’t be an easy job but it could be done. “I’ll go with you. You’ll need to help plus it’s been awhile since I’ve gone off station. I feel I’m getting a little rusty in my skills. As for your pilot situation I think I know who would be a good fit.” Ursa was his first pick out of everyone he knew. Yeah she wasn’t Yakuza but her skills were second to none. “I just hope she hasn’t left yet.” Cel glanced over at the booth he and Ursa were at and she seemed to still be there. Cel pulled the waitress aside and told her to bring Ursa over to him. There was lots to talk about and this might be a little more exciting then those damn Italians.

Ursa shrugged nonchalantly with a cheeky smile on her face, her eyes returning to her book. She didn’t take compliments well, her expression awkward, “I have a good crew..”

Before Cel could respond to her warning his vid com went off. Ursa laughed, moving to her book as she began to read again. She usually would try to listen in to Cel’s conversation and try to get some snippets of what was going on, but today she couldn’t be bothered. She had stolen enough to make her quite a bit of coin. Jerry would be pleased and her crew would be fed.

She noted Cel looking at her, and wink. She shook her head and took a sip of her beer her eyes turning back to the girl in the corner. She was curious as to why she was here alone, or why she would risk her safety in such a way. She looked back to Cel, pulling off her baseball cap to brush her teal hair off her face. She flipped the cap backward and continued reading. When Cel put the vid com down she turned her eyes to him and shrugged, “I’ll be around for another night, and think about what I said. Opportunities man. Don’t waste them.”

She watched him bow and take her hand. She laughed as he kissed it, learning that no matter how much she protested that she wasn’t the type of broad who needed the attention, it was easier to just let Cel be the gentleman he was. She gave him a wave as he walked off, out of her sightline. She felt eyes on her and turned to see the girl’s face staring directly at hers. She smiled awkwardly waving slightly when her own vidcom went off. She tapped her ear chip so that only the audio would turn on, “You get the books you wanted?”

She smiled hearing Mac’s voice, “Most of them. Did the fuel-up take long?”

“Easy. Peasy. We should have enough to get us to 7 now. We left the flyer, so you could meet us on the way back.”

She lifted her beer and put it back down, “Good. That’s good. Oh..big news on the Yakuza front. Asterik’s dead.”

Mac grunted, “Good. That man was a pig.”

Ursa shrugged, “He got shot by an angry woman…”

Mac was silent for a few minutes, “You don’t think they..”

Ursa’s voice turned very serious, “Oh I definitely think so.”

“You didn’t tell him did you.”

She looked down at her book, then at her board to the side of her, “No. I ain’t getting involved in gang business. I did tell him about the Draconians and threw in a snippet of the Italians. For old times sake. The Yakusa brings us good business, and if Cel is going to be the next leader. I want to be the first person he calls with a job.”

“Alright. Captain. Just be careful. If he finds out you had something and you didn’t share, that relationship could change fast.”

She nodded, grabbing her board as she pulled out a few kredits leaving them on the table as a tip, “If there is one thing I know how to do Mac, it’s keep a secret. Now get back to work. Ya lazy shit.”

He laughed, “Take your own advice, BOSS. I’ll contact you tomorrow.”

She smirked, “Bye.”

She was just about to head towards the door when a waitress came over, letting her know that Cel wanted her to come to see him. She was surprised to hear he hadn’t left yet and followed her towards a table where she could clearly see Cel. She looked down at her book and held up a finger-walking over to the girl's table. She gave her a smile and placed it down, “Hi. Noticed you were looking at it. I finished so..enjoy.”

She waved kindly before she headed back to the table, where another dude in a bomber jacket, faced the other way. She waved to Cel with a questioning face when the young man turned to look at her. She froze for a split second, as the world turned slow, Cutting Crew’s, “Dying in Your Arm’s Tonight” flashed in her brain. She blinked and the feeling simmered down, enough to realize she was just standing there looking like she was hit with a brick. She realized she was being awkward so she walked the rest of the way and stopped to look down at Cel, “I thought you left?”

She took a minute then turned to the new young man, her yellow eyes looking over him, as she wished she didn't look like a college kid who just rolled out of bed. She blushed, although she didn’t turn away, remaining confident as usual, “I’m hoping he hasn’t promised you anything. I ain’t cheap.”

Unbeknownst to the teal haired woman and the elf looking guy, Xael was listening into their conversation the entire time they were talking, as well as when the guy was using his vidcom. Vidcoms were common among most creatures, except for maybe the lower class. But they were the simplest way to communicate. Their conversation was pretty interesting. Mob type stuff it sounded like. With this in mind, Xael tried to be discreet about listening in.

Things sounded pretty interesting, and before she knew it, Xael had finished her drink. A waitress came by, asking if she could refill it, but Xael shook her head and declined, giving the woman some money to pay for the lone drink. After the waitress left, Xael watched as the teal haired woman approached her table, book in hand. She dropped in gently onto the table, and spoke.

“Hi. Noticed you were looking at it. I finished so..enjoy.”

Xael looked at the woman, slightly surprised, but thanked her. "Thank you. Not many people read anymore..."

Instead of responding though, the woman simply walked off into the back booths. Xael's brow furrowed together, confused. With this confusion, she got up from her seat and followed the woman into the back. She was unsure if she was allowed back there, but went anyways.

"Wait! Let me repay you for the book at least?"

As she approached the private booth, the elf guy, the woman, and another guy were speaking, sounding like they were making a deal, or trying to.

"Oh. Uh, sorry I'll go..."

Orion realized by her demeanour how confident but perhaps how shy the teal haired woman was. Or maybe she was just blushing. He thought to himself if she only took off that goofy looking hat she wouldn’t look like a scow mechanic, but he forced himself to focus and not be led astray. He’s been burned too many times. Lost too much already to be guided by emotions.

“I’ll offer you the going rate +10%”. Orion said to Ursa. “If you can wait For a week I can add in an extra 20%, Mr.Strokath here is accompanying me and perhaps that can assuage any thoughts of double crosses as you too are acquainted. I need a simple in and out with no questions asked. I would fly myself but I need to address Security while you fly so we don’t have any bad impacts so to speak”. “Now, Cel tells me your good. Would you feel like telling me why your not just some Random jockey with another amazing reputation?”

She looked a little taken aback and was about to reply before another lady appeared out of nowhere with a book in hand. She stammered and was at a loss for words and seemed to be. Focused on the Teal haired pilot.

“Pardon me Ursa” Orion said “I don’t mean any I’ll will, I just need someone to say what they will.....”. Orion paused. He shut off part of his vidcom that was displaying his interceptor and slid a button on his lapel to recall A.C.E. “Can we help you miss?”

An alarm began to sound around the station, it seemed the station had been putting out an emergency alert for some reason. Everyone’s vidcomms began to light up in the club, on the walkways, and in some of the shops. Cino cancelled the alert, the flashing was interfering with his sight picture on the target. It was bad enough the target had moved to a darker locale. He normally watches the front. The bomber jacket wasn’t enough to conceal who he was but enough for a place such as the club he was in. The target had moved after dealing with a bunch of drunk marines but it didn’t matter, he didn’t have much time left. What did bother Cino was the people that suddenly appeared. Celebrimbor he knew was Yakuza From previous contracts but the other two civs he did not know. Cino began his breath control, it was a perfect opportunity for the hit with so much confusion. He had loaded flechette roundS into his Bison Mk.8 autorifle as he was told the target usually wore body armour. It needed to be a clean kill as was specified in the contract. He aimed his hi power electronic scope on the lapel of Orion Steiner gauging the distance. Heart first as this is a message from a loved one. A Slow blur entered the background but he ignored as he fingered the hair trigger and fired.

Orion realized by her demeanour how confident but perhaps how shy the teal haired woman was. Or maybe she was just blushing. He thought to himself if she only took off that goofy looking hat she wouldn’t look like a scow mechanic, but he forced himself to focus and not be led astray. He’s been burned too many times. Lost too much already to be guided by emotions.

“I’ll offer you the going rate +10%”. Orion said to Ursa. “If you can wait For a week I can add in an extra 20%, Mr.Strokath here is accompanying me and perhaps that can assuage any thoughts of double crosses as you too are acquainted. I need a simple in and out with no questions asked. I would fly myself but I need to address Security while you fly so we don’t have any bad impacts so to speak”. “Now, Cel tells me your good. Would you feel like telling me why your not just some Random jockey with another amazing reputation?”

She looked a little taken aback and was about to reply before another lady appeared out of nowhere with a book in hand. She stammered and was at a loss for words and seemed to be. Focused on the Teal haired pilot.

“Pardon me Ursa” Orion said “I don’t mean any I’ll will, I just need someone to say what they will.....”. Orion paused. He shut off part of his vidcom that was displaying his interceptor and slid a button on his lapel to recall A.C.E. “Can we help you miss?”

An alarm began to sound around the station, it seemed the station had been putting out an emergency alert for some reason. Everyone’s vidcomms began to light up in the club, on the walkways, and in some of the shops. Cino cancelled the alert, the flashing was interfering with his sight picture on the target. It was bad enough the target had moved to a darker locale. He normally watches the front. The bomber jacket wasn’t enough to conceal who he was but enough for a place such as the club he was in. The target had moved after dealing with a bunch of drunk marines but it didn’t matter, he didn’t have much time left. What did bother Cino was the people that suddenly appeared. Celebrimbor he knew was Yakuza From previous contracts but the other two civs he did not know. Cino began his breath control, it was a perfect opportunity for the hit with so much confusion. He had loaded flechette roundS into his Bison Mk.8 autorifle as he was told the target usually wore body armour. It needed to be a clean kill as was specified in the contract. He aimed his hi power electronic scope on the lapel of Orion Steiner gauging the distance. Heart first as this is a message from a loved one. A Slow blur entered the background but he ignored as he fingered the hair trigger and fired.

Ursa listened to the young man with a raised eyebrow, as he offered the going rate plus 10% or 20% if she waited. She looked over at Cel with a confused expression, wondering if he explained to this young man her abilities. When he asked for her to share the credentials she bawked, growing standoffish as her brows came together. Now Ursa was not a cocky person naturally, she usually liked for people to consider her an underdog, but having to explain why she was one of the top smugglers of their century was something she found a bit demeaning.

She opened her mouth about to let him be verbally beaten down when he seemed to catch on to her thoughts. She paused letting him speak, simmering down slightly when the young woman from before entered. She looked over at her and shook her head as if to say that she didn’t have to pay her back. Suddenly the alarms went off and Ursa looked down at her vid com noting that the entire spaceport was in high alert, and was calling for a full evacuation of Phobos. She felt a wave of relief that her crew was off on a fuel drop and nowhere near here. As a smuggler, she was used to thinking on her feet and turned to the young woman about to relieve her of her worries about paying her back when she noticed a slight glint in the club. She noticed the scope and reacted immediately just as a shot went off.

She lunged at Orion, using her full weight to knock him off his feet, as the bullet whizzed by hitting the wall behind him. She sat up, looking down at him quietly, “You still alive, cowboy?”

She waited for a response before she nodded, “Good. Now, I don’t have a rap sheet to give ya, but I’m sure you’ve heard of me. I’m Ursa...Ursa Cooper.”

She didn’t stay long rolling off of him, as she kept her head down, picking up her hat as she fit it back over her hair as she eyed the exit, “I can pilot for ya, but only because Cel over there is a friend and can cover the charge if you can’t pay it. Which I very much doubt you can. Now, my ship is at the port on the other side of town. Do any of you have anything closer, regardless of what just happened we need to evacuate. Fast. Once we gett out of here, you can tell me who the fuck you are and why I just had to save your ass from getting shot to hell. ”

She eyed the young woman, “You need a ride out of here darling?”

Celebrimbor listened to Orian knowing what Ursa’s abilities were. He smirked a bit to himself as Orion kept going. After a bit though he started to drone everything out and start to think about the plan. It shouldn’t be to hard of a job plus he could handle just about anything.

The beautiful girl he had saw before came up to there table with Ursa’s book. He could see her better now and she will as very attractive. This was short lived though. While Ursa and Orion where still in conversation, Cel felt a change in the atmosphere. The hairs on the back of his neck started to stand up. As this happened, everyone’s vidcoms started to light up. This isn’t even what his attention was on at this point. From a ways away, Cel could heat the cocking of a Bison Mk.8 auto rifle. Cel was unable to react in time before the shot went off. Ursa jumped to protect Orian and once she was moved, Cel took off in the direction of the shot accidentally pushing the other girl out of the way. Normally he would apologize to her and help her up but, there was no time for that now. Whoever shot at Orion needed to be caught and now.

Celebrimbor shoved past people and yelled at them to move before he was able to get out of the club. He could see where the person had shot from but, like he figured, the shooter wasn’t there. If he had the time he would be able to call up the family and have them run the stats on everyone who owned that type of rifle. This frustrated Cel but there was more important things going on right now. He rushed back into the club to find the others and see how Orion was doing. He probably wanted to leave as fast as possible now after this.

"Can we help you miss?"

The words were spoken, but Xael barely heard them because she felt a strange and ominous feeling come over her. The music in the bar was still playing and the bass was low and rhythmic. She turned around, the teal haired woman doing so likewise to look at something. Then everything happened in slow motion, but also quicker than it seemed was possible. She heard the sound of a gun go off, and turned to see the woman lunge toward the guy she had been trying to make a deal with.

The elf looking guy got up to go chase down the gunman, pushing Xael out of the way as he shifted passed her. The connection threw her back, stumbling into the wall behind her. Her head smacked against the cement pillar and blood began to drop down the back of her head and down her neck. It was hidden by her long black hair, but either way she could smell and feel it. She groaned, standing up straight again when her vidcom went off, sounding an alarm. It was similar, but not exactly alike the one used for testing the emergency plans. At that moment, everyone else who owned a vidcom seemed to go silent and glance down at theirs as well.

The music that had been playing shifted into a panic inducing voice, which was automated.

"Code White! Vacate immediately! Code White! Vacate immediately! Code White! Vacate immediately!"

Xael's stomach dropped. Code white meant that the entire planet was in danger, and everyone needed to evacuate in whatever way possible to the nearest habitable planet for safety. She glanced at the woman and man again, her blue eyes widening when the woman spoke.

"You need a ride out of here darling?"

"I have a ride. If that ship of yours you were talking about isn't close by, we can leave on mine. I need a decision quick though, otherwise we'll all be dead." She waited only for a moment for a response, and then began heading out toward the door, wanting to silence her vidcom. Nothing would override the emergency call though. So instead, she focused on getting whoever wanted to follow her, to her ship.

She turned on her heels and darted with impeccable speed toward the door, shoving passed drunk patrons who were in full panic mode. This wasn't Xael's first experience with a Code White however, so she was as calm as she could be. She didn't bother looking back as it would just waste time. Crashing through the bar doors, the cold air stung her cheeks, which were flushed pink from the warmth inside the bar.

"My ship is only a few blocks from here, on the South East landing pad. Come on!" She called behind her, hoping the others were following and keeping pace. She was quick despite her lack of height. Coming up to one of the street corners, a loud explosion sounded nearby accompanied by a blinding flash of red and white light. She could hear people screaming and another explosion followed only seconds later.

With her feet continuously hitting the pavement, she glanced back to see what exactly was going on. No one would probably notice that she was barefoot. The other three were following in suit, and what looked to be meteors were falling everywhere from the sky, destroying everything in their path. Xael pressed a slender finger to the screen of her vidcom, trying to tune it to a radio station to find out what exactly was happening. Sometimes other planets or people would attack out of whatever reason. This seemed strange and random, with no warning like would be expected. As they approached the landing pad, another explosion occurred a little too close for comfort. It sent out shock waves similar to an Earthquake and tossed Xael forward onto the road in front of her.

Shrapnel went flying from nearby buildings and luckily, she was able to narrowly avoid most of it with minor lesions. "Why does this keep happening?" she whispered to herself, standing back up and beginning her sprint again.

The explosion triggered part of the skywalk to buckle and begin to collapse as the members darted past the rubble and flames. They came around a bend to discover the southeast landing pad in a state of disarray. People and shorehands were everywhere. A mad house if there ever was one. Not far away a cargo door opened to a smaller merchant caste style vessel in which the small girl was now checking in what Orion could assume was some pre-flight checks. In barely readable red lettering on the side of the hull were the words, HMS Eternal.

Orion questioned the space worthiness of the vessel but figured he didn’t have time to worry and instead climbed on board. Immediately getting on board he had ACE plug in to a data port on the ship to do a quick diagnostics check. He wasn’t about to go down because of a careless reactor fault.

ACEs readout began to display the schematics, class and condition of the ship. She looked worse than he thought,Class III Engine which was big for this size but only operating on about 67% efficiency, no weapons, No escape pods, structural integrity failing on the landing gear, minimal shielding, and to top it off the Hyperdrive was out. Wait... “there’s no fuckin hyperdrive at all“ yelled Orion out loud. “What kind of piece of junk is this?” Hearing this Celebrimbor stared at Orion in disbelief unable to speak.

Orion situated himself in a chair while he tried to gather his thoughts. Tapping into a security cam feed to inspect his ships condition. He spoke to Cel while waiting for the uplink “Maybe at least we could use this scrapheap to get near the navy as I doubt that’s a meteor storm out here even if she says so, or better yet give me a lift to my ship if there’s anything left of her. That chick can’t hope for us to stay in orbit long when who knows what is happening.”

Ursa followed along behind the group with a shrug as they chased after the new woman. She moved quickly past people and blasts that created an elevated amount of chaos around her, keeping behind Cel as she watched the other two intently. She looked up at the sky, wondering why anyone would want to take out Phobos? She slammed into a young woman falling to the ground in a painful tangle. After a few moments, she swore whilst the other young woman gave her a glare and ran off. Ursa rubbed at her bruised nose, placing the woman’s vid com and virtual wallet in her pocket for later.

As they reached the port, Ursa looked at the ship solemnly, but never one to be pessimistic she hoped on, giving Cel a look before she watched as the new man and his robot went to work. She heard him and immediately jumped in, moving to stand by the young woman “Oi Jackass! It moves, and she’s kind enough to let us use her vehicle, the least you could do is give her a fucking thanks. ACTUALLY I COULD USE ONE TO FOR SAVING YOUR ASS SHITHEAD!”

She shook her head, her opinion of this new man falling regardless of how attractive he was. She glared at him before she turned to the young woman with a smile, “I'm sorry about his manners. He is right though. We will have to switch vehicles if we want to survive the traffic and the blast strikes. I promise you will be compensated for any damage, generously. I'm good for it. You cool if I drive?”

She didn’t even really give her a chance to answer moving into the pilot's seat before she began to press some buttons and pull back some levers. The vessel hummed on, the jets getting ready to burn when she yelled at them, “Thanks. Seatbelts Kids!”

She cracked her neck, her eyes narrowing as she grabbed the handles, getting a good grip before she pressed forward, the ship lifting off. A blast went off to the left of them and Ursa yanked hard to the left, avoiding it as best she could as she pressed forward, lifting up into the air, her eyes zoning in on the camera screen as she burst forward quickly but with not enough speed to blow the engine. She darted around vehicles in the setup air roads high above the city, as she yelled over her shoulder, “Yo Senator Mcfucknuts. You want to tell me where your ship is, or Cel do you have something closer?”

She dipped, barely dodging a rogue ship that was hit by another blast on the way out, "Jesus! WHO THE FUCK WOULD GO AFTER PHOBOS!!"