Balkir listened passively to the conversation. Other things commanded his interests. Particularly the sandwiches. It took two bites for the sandwich to cease existing. He wasn't sure whose the next two sandwiches were but he ate them anyway. He was beginning to feel satiated and returned his attention to the conversation. He was however immediately thrown back into though. This seemed like the work of a predator to Balkir, just not the kind that lurks in the woods and hunts other animals. To him this seemed all to familiar...a dead rock, an isolated mining colony, and a set of horrible killings. The pictures only reaffirmed his fears, but all they were were fears and nothing more. He could not be sure so his voice was silent. He watched passively as the others all came together. Mercenary work seemed to attract the oddest kinds. He didn't offer anything other than. "When are we leaving?" to the conversation.

  all the information will be uploaded into the Labs data base along with everything we have on the system and all the palean...Paleo...The dead tuff they dug up."</blue> Colonel J'nath chuckled. as she fumbled over the word." Good thing they only pay me to do the paperwork"

   As far as I am concerned your ready to go, ou can hit the bar or do some last minute shopping while the ship is prepped and we wait for the second Mashal to return from his little transport run. Oh B..T...W we locked a habitat Pod on too, so you two legged types have a place to...well live.
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"Ma'am, I'm virtually ready to go. I have the rest of my effects in a locker. Once I get them, I can head over to the Crow. The lab that'll be bolted on, is it the style that can be up and running during transit? Or does it need to be inactive? If it can be up and running, I'll get it going to make sure everything's kosher."

    " Oh now... do you think I would fit you boys up with anything but the best. Pepper pouted and ade a cute little frown." Especially since I know The Colonels account numbers. Pepper returned to hand everyone a copy of the files on the case. I am more than an incredibly cute face.”

   “Lucky for me they didn’t make any copies., or I’d have to hire you guys to hunt them all down.

"I got my gear already, everything else I might need your supplying so I am ready for dust off whenever. Just tell me what berth I am in and lets get this show under way." HE said as he rose picking up the large case once again. He pushed the glasses he wore up on his nose and adjusted his suit. "Let's go earn our keep."

T'risa glanced up at the secretary's arrival. She decided to speak out loud for the benefit of the others. Her accent was perfect Imperial Avandii. She'd either been taught to very high standards or mixed in very high circles.

"Would it be possible for me to have the loan of a computer for research purposes? My own appears not to have caught up to me in shipment. I have a few additional items to pick up before I'm ready to leave."

She wondered at the capabilities of the team. They were competent enough, at least in the crude sense. She had no fear of physical threats in their company. The doctor seemed very capable. She was curious what the results of the autopsies might reveal. She had her suspicions about the deaths but was not willing to even let herself believe them. It would prejudice the investigation.

The results of the autopsies would be interesting. In fact, with only one habitation module, and the only other female on board being the Cesti, things might be very interesting indeed. She was mildly surprised that none of the males had requested separate habitation from herself, it wasn't as if she intended to sport with any of them, but the proper courtesies should be maintained.

   You can requisition one from supply." Pepper nodded quickly," Of course you can probably finde a newer odel down in the snake pit...the CA seems to think solid state chips are all the rage... If they ever find out about olecular processors it will be a miricle.

"I am requisition explosives, demolition charges to deal with emergency cave-in or such problem." Aziza announces to Pepper.  "Have certification."

"I'm new to this station. I'd fear that the traders might take advantage of  it and our haste to leave the station. Perhaps you can suggest one or two places where I might pick up what I need, or even accompany me? I'm sure I could make it worth your while and it would be nice to have some company. I'm afraid I only have what I was issued on arrival at the station to take up my role as a marshal and a small amount of luggage besides."

Raul looks at Pepper, "I'm going to need a full surgical kit so I can do the autopsies."

" Oh I don't think they would be able to pull the wool over your eyes." Pepper smiled as she dug through a stack of papers, holding up one scratching her head. Rhic you forgot to sign your 235-Ic, if you want that arm of yours recalibrated you better dot those I's and cross those T's

    Pepper smiled as she handed Aziza a form after signing it, go down to that really cute Hunk at the end of the hall, the guy with all his own fingers, and give him this. He'll set you up with a full mission package for the Demo team. Just don’t drop anything with all the ordinance we’re still processing we could lose half the module.</blue>


   ” With a grin Pepper turned back to T’risa, Now if you want to do some shopping that’s a great Idea.” She handed Rhic a stack of Papers,” Hon would you put these on my desk for me sweetie She purred sweetly as she picked up a credit card from his desk. Looking over at Raul.” I’ll see about getting you a full surgery kit down at medical supply while we’re out.”


OOC: Sorry for the long run up guys still missing one player, then we can go play something other than Payroll and Spreadsheets _tm

"That reminds me, if I'm to be the team medic, I'm going to need full medical files on everyone." Raul looks at Rhic, "Sir, I'm a Board Certified Cybersurgeon if you want me to take a look at your arm.

"Thanks."

T'risa gleamed with happiness. Shopping was an immensely pleasurable pastime.

"Anyone else need anything while we're out and about? It would be my honour to shop for you all. I might be able to get some good bargains?"

She waited for Pepper, memorizing anything that anybody wants in particular.

Leo made no overstatement in expression but looked at the marshal as if simply making comments on the weather as he spoke in matter of fact tones, "I have no shame in being a telepath Marshal K'mahda.  I am not timid or embarrassed.  I simply don't want to risk that you'll think I'm some kind of jewel that needs to be kept safe for the Proper Preservation of Psychicly Gifted Male Parts Act that seems to have been passed some time before written O'maeda history.  My father and grandfather too have been kept like veal by your people, and while not uncomfortable, they do not have the urge to wander as I do.  Nor do I feel that you can protect me better than I can myself, in any save perhaps a home economics style.  I just won't use my telepathy to speak to you because until I do, you have to doubt I can, and until you know I can, I may be eye candy, but I am not worth the effort it might take to enslave me for your sexual purposes."

He then looked over to Aziza and nodded, "...I'm escaping the treatment that the males of my gifts receive.  Unfortunately, I'm rather attached to the gender tokens of my species, and while I have considered changing a few features so as to not seem so much a desired specimen...  Any doctor with the talent to do so, would know that if kept alive and properly nourished, but unable to wander and do as I please -they could make more credits in a year than most medical professionals do in a lifetime.  Please do not believe it, but that is what I am to the O'maeda, a sperm factory of the highest caliber.  The less, the good marshal here believes that, the better off I am..."

Then turning to regard Pepper he winked, "I've got more than I need after I get to my locker.  I imagine you don't want just any fellow, but a man in uniform accompanying the rest on this mission.  I'll wear the body suit because I know you like the fit and the Marshal will be kept wondering..."

T'risa looked puzzled at Leo.

"Why would I wish that which you would not give me freely? You choose not to live in the care and ministrations of a O'maeda woman, then that is your choice. I make no pretense to understand why you seem pleased to submit to a Terran woman instead. You may waste your seed as you wish Leo. Sell yourself to whomever pleases you. I will take nothing from you that you do not offer. In turn you will receive nothing from me. You will find no safe haven in my wing should the Enforcers find you. With this I believe we have an understanding. I have nothing further to say."

She walked away feeling confused, Leo seemed very aggressive towards her and she'd done nothing to deserve it. He was flaunting himself all over Pepper. Was he trying to make her jealous? His words seemed to be at odds with his actions. She decided to have nothing further to do with the man. It would have been nice to communicate with someone from home, but he would be resistant and she would not force him to do so.

Leo was surprised as well, but it would not show, mostly because his whole body except his eyes were covered.  It made a small show in slight widening of his eyes.  Then he thought to himself that her reasoning was a show to intimidate him to crawl to her.  To bow under her wing.  He had no expectations of romantic involvement with anyone he'd met so far, and his personal code of conduct would not permit him to share floors, beds, counter tops, or any other positioning of bodies, with someone whom he was not married to. Waste seed?  Sell...?

Flirting and playing as he did with Pepper, and as Pepper did with nearly everyone...  That might be out of place in O'maedian society, but out here it was very far from that bubble of life indeed.  That place was no more his home than a baby birthed in a corrective facility.  If the enforcers came...  He would deal with them himself.  Even if she called them.  Even if they had considerable mental or physical power, he would evade them, as he had for years now. ...Let them, I have existed well enough so far.  They will respect me after...

He didn't feel that women should be subject to him, merely that both genders should be allowed the same opportunity and freedoms.  T'risa had claimed the same viewpoint...  Had someone gotten his grandfather to talk?  Had they taken away his greatest advantage?  No, they wouldn't do anything to the old man and his father knew little about him other than what the O'maeda as a whole knew.  Leoulin was a dancer, and was traveling to improve his arts.  They didn't know that he considered combat one of his arts.  His performances were in more traditional O'maeda garb slightly modified by his own tastes...  He only now began kicking himself mentally for using the name Leo.  While his reputation was not grand, it probably would not be hard for her to piece together who he was, if she went to one of his shows.  Leoulin... how could you?!

If he kept careful, then the Enforcers would only come if she called them... Or, so he reasoned as he left for his locker of which some of the thoughts in his mind got a little loud.  If they come I'll know...

Seeing people begin to leave, Raul stands up as well. He grabs his gear and heads to a restroom to quickly change. He leaves the CASAR office in his official gear, and heads towards the locker where the rest of his effects are. As he opens the locker, a photo album stands prominent. God! Why did she have to be killed in that riot? Unbidden tears form in his eyes, but he dashes them away quickly. He scoops his gear, and heads towards the Claw to settle in.

Leo couldn't much help but notice the thoughts of Raul.  He had no real knowledge of the fellow, or any reason to hide his own excellent physique in the locker room.  Despite being a soft ocean blue, Leoulin's eyes stood out like stars, burning bright orange in what most would call a very pleasing face.

Leo wanted to be of some assistance to Raul, but didn't want it to be too plain that he'd overheard the man's thoughts.  That was always an awkward thing... do you reach out, or do you pretend you don't know.  To preserve the man's dignity, he wouldn't say anything.

Leo was kind of jealous, he didn't have anyone like that to be saddened at losing.  Even his closest kin, his grandfather, would not be a tragic loss to him.  It might mean that he lost his freedom a little sooner than he might like... but Leo still felt he could keep himself free.

Then it struck him, as the other man headed toward the claw Leolin smiled, "I couldn't help but notice... photo album right?  Isn't that kind of old school?  How long have you been away?"  This way, if the man wanted to talk or blow it off, either one was up to him, rather than leaving it an elephant that Leoulin had to pretend wasn't in the room, nor was it clear that he had heard the doctor's thoughts.

Raul is a bit startled, his thoughts still locked on his dead fiancee, months before they were to be wed. "Hunh? Oh...Leo, right? Yeah, I suppose it might be old school, but sometimes old school is nice." Trying to deflect the questions away from a painful topic, "So, what's with all the lights? I don't think I've ever seen someone as a walking light display."

He tilted his head casually to one side, "I must agree that it is sometimes nice to not have the newfangled things.  A crystal display album is better for the road perhaps, but the imagination does not lend the feel of old friends and family to stone as well as the organic feel of photographs."

Leoulin's face mask now showed some generality of expression at least, it was roughly a smile, "...I'm a dancer, a fighter, and sometimes both at the same time.  The lights are for entertainment purposes, and occasionally for utility or annoying the hell out of people since I activate them by movement or mind...  It adds to the club scene mostly.  Also my dance is a method for practicing combat that the O'maeda women cannot frown upon, because it is technically an activity that promotes health and capacity to perform 'manly duties' as well as being low enough risk to where I don't require constant guard to ensure that I am not being killed thus depriving them of potential breeding stock."

Aziza contemplates trying to join the conversation, but decides her English isn't good enough and the subject is too primate-centric for her to understand anyway.  So instead she carries Pepper's requisition form away to see about obtaining bombs.  Lots of bombs.  Suitable for killing invisible radiation resistant monsters.

Raul's face becomes lost for a second before he responds. "Yes, sometimes a relic has more meaning than its contemporary counterpart."

Raul looks troubled, "I had heard that O'maeda women were quire possessive, but didn't realize it was that bad."

Balkir sat his stomach finally sated by the several sandwiches he consumed. He was nodding slightly, despite the situation but still kept an ear up for what was going on. When the group started to disperse he stood up wearily. He strapped his new gun and gun belt on the other side of his hip from his revolver, next to his sword. He pushed some of the dread locks off his shoulder as he rolled out his neck and then his spine. "Alright fellas, I'll catch ya later. Got ta get my stuff ready and find some good beer to bring along, I don't trust the shit jobs'll give me." he began to head out.

   Rhic Nodded as Balkiir took his leave looking over to Victor," Blackpool, tough outfit. He stated simply, Tosing Victors personnel folder into a shredder." You don't have much of a file." Rhic fished out a Pack of Quetzl cigarettes and lit one of the oddly aromatic smokes.

   " You're not a fleet type so I'm guessing VIP protection, or... Ah hell you won't tell me anything I can't guess from your weapon. when you checked in on station they recorded a Mk-34 on the invoice, not an bush leauge rifle at all."

A small smile crossed his lips, watching the file being shredded added to the humor. "No, not exactly. But put it this way. You want someone taken out, two ways to do it. 1, Big explosions and lots of gunfire and lots of coverage and collateral damage. Or 2, my way, simple elegant and clean. Then again, you want to protect someone. You can hire goons and mercs. But you want to stop the pros you hire a guy like me."

With that he grabbed the rest of his gear. He nodded to the few remaining in the office before walking out the door and headed to the ship that would become their home for a while.
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