Coalhada
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"Hey man." I smile and sit down on my old bed. "If it's something nefarious, don't tell me. How's things? With you and Bea, and whatever." I feel kind of funny, like my fingers and toes are all cold and tingly. I might hit the med bay later, if w…
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I smile and watch them leave. At least this little break hasn't been a total write-off. Per procedure, I have a quick look through their belongings, not expecting to find anything. Then I head back up the corridor to Aiden and Tunde's room.
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Shut Someone Down (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 2, 4. Total: 8) +1 xp
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I square up to Gams. Hands loose at my sides, but ready. She has to make the first move, if it's going to happen. "Don't feel like you need to defend your team's honour, Gams. Do you know the kind of things they say behind your back? That's not a …
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I arch one eyebrow. "Sure. The grav pads are twitchy. That must be it. It couldn't be anything about how Coach I-have-no-plan-B lines you guys up." I meet Gams' gaze, look her up and down, smirk, and look back at Kellek.
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I give Kellek a long, hard stare. "What's wrong with your court?" These Pod 8 drokks, acting like they own the place.
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Tek and me both. "Understood." It occurs to me I don't even know Tek's real name. I'm sure I heard someone call him it once. Marcus, or Bruce. Patrick, maybe. "Anything you need me to do right now?" The voice is going to ask for something even…
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Aiden's door is right there, but I'm not in the mood. Now I really do want to break something. I stalk away down the corridor. I'll take ten minutes for shooting practice on the speedball court. I try to raise the voice on the way. "Hey, head voic…
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I pull my hand away. My expression goes hard. "I don't know. How would I know?" I stand abruptly, smoothing the creases out of my uniform. I pace over to the door and turn back again. All of a sudden I feel so distant from everything. "They fil…
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I feel like I ought to care more for her than I do. That's not her fault. Maybe it is a little bit her fault. Whatever. "I don't even know what I want. To get out of quarantine, I know that. For things to change. Other things... look." I run my…
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"She's planning something a little crazy. It might get her killed. If not, you can be sure her mother will take her away and keep her isolated from all of us." Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure what Ourania's demands are going to be. "Oh, I go…
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I just walk in. I didn't really ever want this uniform but I am sure as stomm going to take advantage now that I have it. And that includes waltzing into people's rooms whenever. I sit down next to Nadja on the bed I reach out and take her hand, an…
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I need to find Nadja, tell her about Ourania's deal. Then Aiden, to ask him some "casual" questions about vulnerable ship systems.
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This has escalated pretty quickly. I keep silent, watching Ourania avoiding eye contact. The potential for chaos is exciting, but I can't enjoy it. I'm thinking about the debt hanging over me. The voice hasn't stuck his oar in yet; maybe that mean…
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Explosions. This seems more my speed than hostage negotiations. No more defensive crossed arms. I'm listening. "And who's going to hold that switch?"
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I fold my arms and lean back against the desk again. Pris is safe for now. Safe-ish. I don't want to risk anything happening to her. "A hostage situation isn't ideal when the authorities outside control life support. Something like that, though. …
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Ourania seems pretty serious about all this. Maybe this isn't just a play for sympathy. "So what do we do instead? I know a way out to the adult decks. I think. You have to crawl through some tunnels. But then what?" Also, there are robots in the…
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"You're not the first person to tell me that, recently," I reply. "Pax found it, she says. Someone else told me they're in touch with the AAU as well. I don't think its goals are our goals, but it might help us." I don't mention that I hear the AAU…
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When Ourania makes her confession, my mouth goes dry. I knew it. I drokking knew it. Being right, in this case, doesn't feel very satisfying. I take a deep breath. My expression is blank. "I see. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?…
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I lean against Torrence's desk. "Pax is in detention. Not iso, far as I know. They need her awake to answer questions, name names. Nothing out of her yet, they'd have told me." Round about now Pax should be figuring out that naming me won't work. …
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Comics. What a loser. I go over to the door and do a couple of pull-ups, out of habit. I turn to face the girls, massaging a kink out of my neck with one hand. "I declare this secret meeting open. What's up?"
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I will take that xp. I nod, slowly, looking into Ourania's eyes. Her best feature, by the way. Not sure what Johns has to do with this, but OK. "I can't speak for Nadja, but I'll tell her. Meet me in ten minutes at..." Yeah wait, my room is no goo…
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I sit down at one end of the table where i can see both Ourania and Temperance. I don't wait for anyone to get up, just make everyone kind of scrunch up on the bench so that I can perch. "Hey, Ourania, I need to ask you something," I say, not wait…
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I keep holding onto her hand, and lean in closer to murmur in her ear. "It's not Tramahex. It's something way weirder than that. She can... do things to people. She did something... something different but similar. To me. I only found out a little …
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This sounds like something serious. So I am careful to keep out any tone that might sound like I'm making fun of Nadja when I reply. "Yeah, it's me. Why would you... did something happen?" I reach across the table and hold her hand.
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I can see why they don't want to talk about it. An enforcer is one thing. Taking advantage of someone's fear of isolation, making them into your skivvy because you can... Well, if you'd asked me before which team would be like that, my first guess w…
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Well, that's a pretty tantalising way to phrase things. To qualify for 'do anything' status, there must something in particular she's done in the past. I keep my voice low too. "Anything like... like what?" I play it cool, like I'm just interest…
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"Yeah. Maybe," I mutter, and eat a spoonful of green paste. "What's her problem anyway? I never did anything to her, I mean not until, like, that just now." I watch Ourania's entrance with interest. So she's in the clear as far as Gwen goes. But st…
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 1, 4. Total: 7) +1 xp
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I fix Gams with a level stare. "You know what I hear about you, Gams? Nothing. Ever."