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*swigs the open Gatorade in the fridge* Oh, someone spiked this.
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It's me, that dood, Citrus Arms. I'm 33, I sometimes work on a book a little bit, and I play a lot of games. I like me some MechWarrior or the X-Frontier series, but I also adore some good magic-fantasy. I grew up with Final Fantasy VI's magitech world, and worlds like Chrono Trigger, Zelda, and Star Fox. Lots of Nintendo, but some other stuff, too.

I like sci-fi and fantasy and space and combinations thereof, mostly.

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"Rright, yeah, you told me that part." Just political opinion? Man, she knew the Feds were upright, but this was something else. Serenity ordered a breakfast with some french toast and bacon. Paid the price for what, wanting decent policies? It's why she left federal space and employ.

It had been a while since she'd had a serious chat with someone. She'd talk with her residents, but she kept it fairly professional with most of them. "Well, kid, you give people the things they need with fair conditions and that tends to happen. The people living here are ultimately under my protection. They live on the station I built myself. Even better that it's on the edge of federal territory, and they don't have to deal with the bullshit. They appreciate that, y'know?"

"Looking for work? Mm..." Well, as long as he wasn't running around with his telekinesis all over. "There's always something to be done for the station. Vortex knows what she needs." The kitchen sizzled, they could hear it from their seat. The diner was fairly quiet, just a few folk having their own meal. "I've got a couple builder mech suits, depending on how long she takes with your maintenance. They're nothing special like yours, but they do the work I need."

Their food didn't take long to come to them. Serenity didn't waste any time in digging in, thinking about what the lad could do. "The work you'll find around here might be a bit boring, kid. We don't get a lot of excitement out here, which suits me perfectly fine."

I should look into where his parents might be held. But, say we rescue them… what then? She certainly didn't want to bring the feds here in force or anything. She didn't have the kind of firepower to defend herself against the Federation if they really decided to come down on her. She might last a little while, but that'd just put her on the run again… Not something she was excited to go back to.

"Do you have any sort of plan? For how you're going to proceed from here." If he had somewhere to go, or some such, that would make things easier.
Whhhoooooaaaaaa, 77 pages of Pokemon RP, holy craaaaap
Gotta get it in by Sunday, huh?
SPACE!?
Tell me if I'm hamming it up too hard. xD
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Aww, shit, she made Jasmine mad. She was hoping she'd at least get a chuckle out of it. She supposed she should have known better. She couldn't help but be a little jealous of tiny nuisance as Jasmine held Rajah close. "Mn, aww, Jasmine, c'mon. She's such a little brat to you all the time. And you see how she treats everyone else."

The expression on her face was upset as she heard a voice within her mind. She lifted a hand to her head, caught off-guard as her mind burst into activity.

Foreign presence detected penetrating consciousness boundary
Analyzing properties
Scrambling background threads


Brianna had asked something, but whatever it was had been quickly forgotten in the face of mental trespassing. "Wh-, Jaz, do you hea-" the sword?! Her eyes turned sharply to the sword hanging from her guildmate's waist, as her mind quickly churned out a response to the magical probing. "What the fuck, Brianna?!"

Invasive presense magical in nature
Generating blueprint
Pooling magical power... Insufficient power


She started to mould her Energy Make to augment her mental barriers, but found herself sipping lightly on a Wind to have the power to finish the complex construction.

Jamming

As she slipped the bottle back into her bandolier, about a third gone, she tried to calm herself. There was a lot of important or embarrassing or secret stuff up there, and telepaths were a very real threat to her and Neil's businesses. "Keep your telepathic shit out of my head." Rather attached to her mental privacy, as well.

She turned back to Jasmine, realizing what just happened to their short-lived conversation, "uhm..." She'd completely lost momentum, and she'd already made Jasmine mad cause she collared Rajah. Not too mention she didn't really feel like talking anymore. She heard Neil mention Markovis (and heard Karn's cringy nickname for the gloomy guy. There was no way Mark liked it, she should have a gentle conversation with that kid... He's not even a kid!), and found herself an out. "Right, I should check on Markovis."

Should she have just stayed home? Her day just kept getting stepped on. And she knew some of that was her own mentality, and not just... There was no reason to get grumpy for having a band play a show for them.

She didn't even know James played bass, though, what the hell.

So she retreated to the bar and the familiar shape of Mark's back at the bar, lightly touching Neil's back as she passed him. She couldn't be bothered with anything else happening in the hall, did she just feel out of place? The powerless Make mage occupied the stool next to her gloomier teammate, the weight of her upper body never leaving the counter after being introduced. She gave her team a weak smile before looking to Jarvis, behind the bar "Jarviiiiiis, gimme a drink?" She was pretty sure he'd remember the kind of thing she liked. Something sweet or sour or both, preferably. Fruity never hurt, either.

She'd ask Mark, but he'd give her straight liquor.
"I'm asking you, kid. The station listens to my every word, if you haven't noticed. Although... Maybe I should just have it moved." It'd be less likely that he'd run into someone she didn't want him to run into or that someone would ask him a question it was better wasn't asked. "Yeah, I guess I'll have Vortex move it, instead. I can just claim it's mine to avoid suspicion... Cmon." She started to head back to residential, as drones started to filter in. Vortex had heard her, loud and clear.

Ascot thanked her. It wasn't like she was doing this for him or something, she just didn't feel right turning him out. Maybe that meant she was doing it for him. Whatever. "You'll be able to stay in residential. I can keep feds out if I want. If they decide they want to search my station, they'll search it anyway."

"Vortex can handle most of the maintenance. We'll stop by the diner in residential and grab some breakfast. I'll have her leave anything weird for me to look at. Cmon, then."

She led the way back to residential, finding that nice, quiet little diner where they could sit and talk in relative privacy. "So, your folks are held in some prison somewhere, are they?" She started speaking once they got out of the space port, "what for, do you know?"

The residential area was a very comfortable place to live. It was open and well lit, looking more like a miniature city than anything else.
She paused as she came into the hangar, "whoa. That's not much bigger than my builder, kid," she waved a hand and parts of the hangars started to move, "you fought in this?" A small cargo drone, usually used for deliveries, came into the bay, carrying a toolbox and bringing it to the woman as she approached the mech. "Thank you, Vortex."

This kid just got hotter and hotter. And she most certainly did not mean the attractive kind. She was taking all kinds of risks, sheltering this boy. But, If she turned him out, he'd just end up caught, most likely. And she knew about him, so they might even trace him back here. Her best course of action was to hide the kid and his mech as best she could.

But that would be very selfish of her. The kid knew what he wanted... She couldn't deny him the justice he sought. In a way, it was the same thing that brought her all the way out here. They each wanted what was rightfully theirs. She couldn't just turn him out to fate.

"Ah, of course," she complained from under the outer chassis is the torso. "Can't even get in without specialized tools. So much for a tune up. I'll just have to check everything besides the engine. Tiny thing..." She shook her head, going over the rest of the mech and studying it's parts closely. They were very worn, from all the stress of combat over a whole year, don't parts would need to be replaced. She figured as much... You need a miracle material to get both performance and durability. Maybe it was made from just that, but that wouldn't make them unbreakable, either.

After a little while of inspecting this crevice and that nook, she comes down from the lift, wiping her hands off with a rag. Drones have been assisting her the whole time, and she passes her hand towel off when she's done with it. The little automation, this one spherical and cute, bobbed and chirped and flew off with it. "Not gonna lie, kid, the mechanical parts look pretty rough. Why don't you bring her to my private dockyard, we can let Vortex handle the maintenance. Don't worry, she'll handle it. It's hard to make a computer forget something accidentally, she won't forget how it goes together. Vortex will upload the docking coordinates to your nav computer."
Wow, this kid was an open book if you pushed the right buttons. He should definitely be a little more suspicious of her, even if she is the- WHOA! Psionics?! "Kid, gods, don't do that!" She spoke hushed, looking around quickly to make sure nobody was looking. "Do you know what the feds would do if they found out I have-" she stopped herself, shaking her head, "Vortex, I need you to stay on top of this one. Nothing about this kid leaves my station. Ascot, right? Do not do that on my station. Not where anyone could possibly see you."

A circular holographic panel appeared in front of her face with a green checkmark and disappeared. Some small solace, there was only so much her AI could do about it from here without attracting attention, herself. Damn, this was going to be more trouble than she thought, she'd have to figure out how she could have caught this sooner.

The mech brought out his potential? Does that mean it was some kind of psionic mech? She should look for strange materials. She'd have to have him bring the mech around to her private workshop so she could look at it more thoroughly. "A year, fighting? I'm surprised she's held up this long, if you're only now looking for maintenance. I wouldn't be surprised if you need parts, too. Don't worry, I can have them made for you, I can manufacture just about anything. I'll even do the work." Can't trust anyone else to work on it, anyway...

They stepped out of the residential area into the security hallway between the space port and residential. It was spacious and branched off to where she would be building the residential section. She was automatically identified and let through with Ascot into the public area of her station, the spaceport. She checked for her self defense measures, but knew that the intense presense of her drones would deter most criminals from open aggression. "Feds could be here, you never know. Remember that. We'll talk more about your mech somewhere private." She let the kid lead the way to wherever his hangar bay was. She didn't have too many mech hangars, but there were a few. Most pilots came in ships, and usually larger ones.

@Letter Bee
She hadn't seen a picture. Vortex hadn't included it in the report because it wasn't a security report, just a notification of interest. Security was automated, with Vortex managing things until something required Serenity's attention. That's why she got the report about a boy with a mech that morning. It wasn't urgent, but it was interesting. "No need to trouble yourself, I had coffee this morning already," too much caffeine would make her jittery, not a great feeling. Courteous.

"Ah, haha, you got me." He'd guessed correctly, sharp kid. "It's about your mech," she paused, "but about you, too. I don't often get lone kids on my station and certainly not with hardware like that," she hadn't come in like he offered, and stood in the doorway. "I'll be frank, I want to take a look at your mech. I won't take anything apart, I promise. Unless you don't mind? I'll throw in a free tune-up, if you'll let me!" Contrarily, she suggested they leave and go to the hangar. She was more used to making space ships than mechs, but she had that old constructor model... Maybe she'd learn some things and be able to modify it in some cool way.

"While we go over there, why don't you talk to me a little? Kids your age shouldn't be on their own, it's rough. We can talk while we go to your mech, If that's alright. When's the last time you had a mechanic look at her, anyway?" He might be hesitant to just trust her like that, but Serenity was a professional. Besides, she could just design her own, if she really wanted a mech.

This kid had a totally different air about him than any other kid she'd met. Well, maybe not any other, but most. You meet serious kids kind this one occasionally, even in a place like hers, where you only get there by going in a ship. Or a mech.

@Letter Bee
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