17. Lewison's Station

[Renekin Skywalker]

Lewison's Station

[glow=green,2,400]Lewison's Station
Take a break while we contaminate![/glow]

The sign glowed and flickered above the room booking desk. The desk itself wasn't much to behold. A clerk in a workshop uniform was taking down their information.

Tawfeek looked rather tired as he read out the names of his crew. It was a rather harrowing outcome for him. He clearly had hoped to sell what he could. Instead, he was behind again, having to pay to clean up the ship's raditaion from Blastarc's covert little nuclear weapon. Blastarc refused to even acknowledge it, and no Earth government wanted to admit a WMD was floating in space without anyone knowing it.

That Lewison's was relatively close was a little helpful. Sure, it was older, but the rates were cheaper, and the spaces had more character: being older meant that Lewison and his crew could retrofit the station and merely tether the client ships, instead of wasting station space for ship berths. It also meant that they had a better arcade, a gym, slightly larger bunkrooms and even a zero-G tennis court.

(It should be noted that zero-G tennis is considerably safer than regular tennis, since less energy is needed to have the ball cross the net. Walls are typically padded, though not always.)

Tawfeek turned around and handed out keys.

"We're in room 5," he said. "Who wants a drink?"

[Dome]

Flip who had piloted the ship to retrieve the satellite, then to the sun to drop it, then to the weigh station while the others decontaminated was totally not in the mood to do any thing but sleep.

"Sorry Captain, I am wiped. I need to crash on my own terms, before my body does it for me," he says obviously exhausted and looking weary on his face.

[Renekin Skywalker]

"OK, Foreman's out," Tawfeek said, as he pointed the way to the rooms. "Any other takers?"

[Mierin]

Jessica takes her room key and nods at Tawfeek. "I could use a drink."

[dakota]

"Sure, sounds good to me. A little one though, so I don't make a fool of myself again." McKenna replied with a bit of a blush, remembering what happened last time she drank with the crew.

[Renekin Skywalker]

At the Reception Desk

"Don't worry," Tawfeek answered. "We'll ease you into the Trucker's mug. Mensk? In or out?"

The crew's temporary quarters

Foreman was greated by exactly what was adverised: a bunk room, with space for 8 people, on single beds, 2-high. The construction was rather bare-bones (such as are found in an army barrack), though the mattresses seemed clean, and clean linens were folded and sitting on the edge of each bed. A door to the left pointed to the room's washroom. With no windows, and only the hum of the ventilation, it promised to be a very quiet place.

[kurff]

"I have some news and a few magazines to look up then I'll join you." he replied looking like he was in deep thought, The Corporate-type in him was curious to learn about the current status of the business world.

[Dome]

Flip walks in and drops his gear by the bunk farthest from the door. He strips out of his flight suit down to his under clothes, and climbs into the bunk.

Part of him had wanted to go with MJ, to spend time with her, and to keep Jess from getting extra alone time with her.

He crashes on the bunk and allows himself to fall fast asleep.

[Renekin Skywalker]

Foreman's dreams

(Unlike the Subway Massacre, I'm not leaving it to chance. He's dreaming.)

McKenna was floating towards him, wearing a space-suit, comprised of little more than a Princess Leia bikini and a big bubble helmet.

"You have quite the loaf of bread, there," she said. 

With slow, weightless movement, the reached down, for a few seconds.

And pulled up a loaf of bread.

"Shall I make you a sandwich?" she asked, waiting for his response.

Reception

Tawfeek nodded at Mensk's answer.

"Read out out here until Foreman resurfaces," he said. "We'll be in the bar, if you need us."

With a nod,the captain led the two ladies to the local watering hole.

The Local Watering Hole

The unimaginatively-labelled bar name flickered overhead as the three entered.

It was very bare-bones, to the point of being Spartan. There were enough tables, a little space to dance, and a bar, serving drink-boxes. (That is, individually-packaged, pre-made drinks. Someone, somewhere, got the bright idea in their head that alcohol, for all the short shelf-life, actually has a long expirey date. So, in the interest of reducing zero-G-related messes, got together with the tetra people and made drink boxes.)

The bar was also well-lit.

Well-lit enough that Jessica made out a familiar face sitting alone in a corner. It was Colonel Johnny Tremmin, an old contact who was rumored to skirt in and out of employment with the American military, but was well-known to never actually be unemployed.

I'll leave it to Jessica to invent how pleasantly they know each other. Though, his being in her field of vision comes with a reason.

[kurff]

Reception

Tawfeek nodded at Mensk's answer.

"Read out out here until Foreman resurfaces," he said. "We'll be in the bar, if you need us."

With a nod,the captain led the two ladies to the local watering hole.

*******

He was looking into Blastarc and there competition to see what their current events were. It was simple enough to check online and for any news with Blastarc in it. knowing the sub companies owned any the company would help..but that was something a search on blast arc would give him a lead on.

"Why would they want a satellite like that It was not a standard and clearly a menace or slagged to hide something telling by BLastarcs quick attempt to recover it." Mengsk thought. Perhaps they were hired or for some reason backing a bigger player. It was not unknown for a corporation to back a small nation in a coup or get involved with politics...perhaps there was some angle there.

[Mierin]

Jessica is a bit surprised to see the Colonel and smiles and nods at him politely. She had known him for years and, on ocassion, had worked with him on odd jobs and they had always gotten along well. Jessica gets herself a beer and drinks it waiting to see if it seems liek the Colonel wants to talk to her. If not, she'll drink her beer quietly waiting for Tawfeek and McKenna to get their drinks.

[Renekin Skywalker]

Reception

(It should be noted that no-one has attempted to get the rogue satellite since the Galaxy tried.)

Mensk certainly had no trouble digging up corporate reports, news reports, government reports, and more regarding Blastarc’s business activities. They had communications contracts, military contracts, research contracts, cafeteria contracts, temporary worker contracts, and other such things. And more than a few hand-shakes with suited political types.

To make sense of it all, I’m going to need a Research skill roll, a literacy skill roll, a computer operation roll and a math roll.

The Local Watering Hole (TM)

The Colonel clearly wanted her to chat with him, though away from prying eyes. The way his napkin was sitting on the table, at least, with the salt shaker on it, indicated it might be important.

Tawfeek, possibly oblivious, found a table in the middle of the bar, motioning McKenna to sit down. (Unless there is a good perception roll from McKenna, she’s oblivious, too.)

“Well, doc,” Tawfeek began. “Are we cancer free? Will I have to take up smoking to cover it up?”

[Dome]

Flip was having a good dream, until it got weird, "uh... MJ, A sandwich? Really? Well I guess I am a little hungry," his dream self says to the MJ dream version.

[Renekin Skywalker]

Foreman's Dream

"Alright," she said. "Have a seat."

And Foreman found himself sitting a well-appointed office.

Baron Dioxin poured a shot of whiskey into separate tumblers, putting the stopper on the decorated glass bottle, and the bottle on the side table.

Picking the tumblers up, Dioxin walked to his seat, placing one cordially in front of Foreman on the way. There was a large sandwich in the centre of the desk.

“You see, Mr. Foreman,” he said, sitting down, and taking a sip. “The issue isn’t procession, it’s outcomes.” He admired the flavour for a second. “After all, if it were only about possession, we would all have what we ever wanted.”

“No, it’s about outcomes,” he continued. “And it’s those outcomes that demonstrate your loyalties.” He leaned forward, a little. “Do you know where your loyalties lie, Mr. Foreman? Or is Flip more than a nom-du-jour?”

Jessica was sitting off to the side, cleaning a weapon, watching the discussion, but saying little. She was wearing a military uniform from the United States.

[dakota]

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jic [dice=100][dice=20]

McKenna followed Tawfeek to the table and took a seat. " You're going to live Cap. Everyone is lucky you invested alot of credits in med gear and decon equipment. If we had needed to run for a nearby med station, the three of you might have been in trouble though. I think we got really lucky though."[rand=7344729625732975793209923756781908628589896337489807023911979919]