AtlasRedfox — Roleplayer Guild

 A six hour flight her travel documents said, Wow, they were sure has hell wrong. Twelve and a half hours later Atlas Dassun finally stepped off onto Tsiolkovsky Station arrival docking bay. Six hours in a cargo transporter was easy enough jump, she had time to catch up all her paperwork but it was the unnecessary four-hour delay in customs on the Crux Quadrant that really irritated her- all because the rookie pilot didn't declare his cargo correctly in his ledger. Atlas firmly believed that everybody needs to learn by their mistakes but after a few hours of painfully listening to the rookie and docksman argue back and forth she promptly decided to take matters into her own hands by obtaining both sets of documents... Within an hour they were cleared for departure with the pilot declaring that 'He owed her one'.

Standing at the edge of the ships cargo area the rear loading ramp slowly opened and she was greeted by the sight of a handful of Workhorse T66 loaders ready and waiting to dispatch with the ships cargo, while not the latest model of the Workhorse loaders the T66 were favoured due to their load carrying capacity and 'any idiot can drive' operating systems. Atlas stretched out with a yawn before hoisting her scruffy duffle bag of only possessions onto her shoulder, she felt a buzz of excitement passing the groaning loaders as she descended down the ramp. 
Her first order of business was to find Docking Chief Salvador Rudd-  her employer contact whom she had be liaising with for the transfer to this space station. Walking through the docks they didn't seem to be as busy as she expected but her watch told her that she had arrived right on shift change, a young woman dressed in a U.T.S  overalls almost scurried past tapping away at a data pad when Atlas piped up "Excuse me".
 The woman blinked at Atlas as she pulled her out of her concentration.
"I'm looking for Dock Chief Rudd, could- " Atlas was cut short by a pointed hand direction to the east and sharp interjection.
"Service desk, Bay three." Before Atlas could say anymore the woman went back to her data pad strutting off.
"Thanks" Atlas muttered to herself and looked in the general direction where the employee had pointed. On the opposite side of the hanger dated neon green signs marked bays 1 to 8, that's all she could see from where she was standing but her employee documentation noted that there were fifteen bays in total. Certainly enough to keep racking up the overtime.  Eyeing Bay 3 she adjusted her bag and began making her way through the foot traffic and cargo being distributed.

Bay 3 was reasonably empty other then a few disinterested civilian people who congregated in the seats provided and rather large black bearded bald headed man who stood casually behind a perspex fronted hole in the wall. A small sign posted on the desk stating  SERVICE DESK  reaffirmed that this was where she needed to be. Adjusting her navy blue U.T.S Vallhalla cap which kept her mop of ginger hair under control for the time being, Altas strolled up the service desk and was met with a dry drawling "Can I help you?" His eyes lingered on her face a little too long clearly looking at her burn scars, although she was used to people staring at her it still made her a little uncomfortable on occasion. 
"Quartermaster Atlas Dassun.... I'm here to see Docking Chief Rudd" Atlas replied directly.
The beard man sighed, he picked up his phone, tapped a few numbers and held it to his ear. 
After a few moments he spoke "I need the Chief........... Uhh some bird is askin for him... uhhuh... uhuh..... Yep, righto." He hung up the call "He's not here" 
"What do you mean he's not here?" Atlas exclaimed.
"He's on leave, he left a few hours ago" 
"I was supposed to meet with him"
"Not my problem honey" 

Atlas shuffled her feet sucking her bottom lip in frustration, she wanted to punch this guy's face in but that probably wouldn't be the best start her time on the station. "Look, did he leave anything for me then?" She questioned him.
"I dunno, have to check wont I" With another huff he waddled over to a shelf filled with filling boxes "What's your name again princess".
"Atlas Dassun" she spat back, annoyed. 
The clerk returned slapping a A4 envelope and room key onto the desk in front of her.
Atlas held her tongue so all he got was a thanks as she scooped up her things and walked away.

Atlas waited for the elevator to come to rest on the Promenade, she toyed with the set of keys she had been given, its small brass key ring embossed with the name Asimov Lounge and the number two on the back. Inside her envelope was a all the normal paperwork associated with the transfer and a hand written post-it note  You're apartment isn't ready, still decontaminating... Room booked at Asimov.

The doors opened to reveal the Promenade, Atlas stepped out and began walking down the lavish corridor. Atlas had enough of today's drama and all she wanted was a hot shower and a nice crisp beer. Passing by people through the square she gave the occasional smile, remembering the directions that an actual helpful vending machine repair man gave she walked past the fountain and statuesque clocks So much for a change of scenery she smiled to herself as they reminded her of home.
Atlas veered around a large group what she thought were a bunch of off duty miners- in her experience they were always loud, brash and vulgar but always a helluva lot of fun. A few cat calls came her way but she shrugged them off. Finally she arrived at the a entrance of the Asimov Lounge.

As the door exploded Dusk hit the ground awkwardly knocking her breath right out of her, briefly stunned she lay there as a  high pitch ringing started in her ears from the explosion, disorientated  she tried to focus, rolling onto her hands and knees taking deep breaths to get some oxygen back in her lungs. Lifting her head she focused on Anita, she watched her mouth move as she called to  Dusk but she was muted due to the blast deafness in her ears. 
"Fuuuuuck" Dusk gasped. It wasn't the first time she had been been in an explosion and she sure as hell wasn't enjoying it the second time round. MOVE MOVE MOVE  her inner voice reacted to the situation in nearly seconds but it felt like minutes before the overpowering  adrenaline kicked in.
"Fuck Fuck Fuuuuuck" Dusk reiterated intensely as she scrambled after Anita to the booth, bits of door, flesh and blood from the poor bouncer were splattered all over the place including her face and favourite jacket clearly which now was ruined, quickly she cleaned off as much as she could as her before her stomach turned on her and expelled its contents. 
Dusk flattened herself as close to the booth walls as she could as bullets went flying overhead, gradually her hearing returned- clearly could tell by the sound of bullets thwipping past exploding into the walls and people around them.
She barked at Anita stating the obvious "I need to get out of here!" Between to bursts of gunfire  Dusk poked her head out slightly surveying their options, the first being the same door that exploded moments ago which was now being filled by SWAT like armed personnel, the second exit being highlighted by a neon green EXIT sign at the end of a small hallway behind the DJ's bullet ridden booth and the third exit a set of descending stairs on the left of the now empty bar. Wide eyed and desperate Dusk signed to Anita that she was going to take the third option, Dusk was unarmed, slightly drunk and full of adrenaline...why she thought that be the best option was anyone's guess.

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