[closed] with my old friends, I can remember when

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Who: Steph & Jason
Where: Westerley
When: Technically pre-game
Summary: A pair of Bats walk into a bar...
Restrictions/Warnings: none yet


[Half an hour out from Westerley, the AI flashes a warning only seconds before Steph's ship is rocked by a blast from god knows where, knocking out the engine, taking the power with it. She's the only one on board, armed with a single pistol that she pulls out as she heads towards the airlock, knowing her ship is about to boarded, because that's what happens to relatively unguarded supply ships. She can't stop the boarding, but as soon as the interior airlock opens, Steph fires.

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Four hours later she's sitting in a chair at the docking station, waiting for the Killjoy who's taking the warrant, but all she really wants to do is get back home where she can sleep. It's Company property, though, even if nothing was taken, so the Company gets to decide how to handle the situation, and that meant putting out a warrant.

All the official paperwork is filled out, but she kept the pen they gave it, flicking it around her fingers as she waits. Hopefully this doesn't take too long.]

Comments

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[She's frustrated and on edge and at the end of the day she doesn't really care all that much about a failed hijacking, not when it's Company property that's probably ensured. Even if they had succeeded, it wouldn't have been a huge deal.

But she realizes that it's better if these people get caught, before the potentially hurt someone, so when Jason offers his number she takes it.]

They probably gave you the incident report, and I described what I could see of the hijackers in there, but if you give me half an hour I can send you sketches.

[Not much use to the Company, but Jason might recognize them if he's familiar with any of the crooks from previous warrants, or maybe he has info-brokers he can hit up.]

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[The Company's the only reason this has managed to hit the brokers in the first place, but that doesn't mean they've been the only targets. Just the ones who could afford it. In a way, it's a stroke of luck for him to finally get the green light to pursue it and a huge misstep for them to make enough waves with the wrong people.

One of the many ways in which the system is broken. He sees it over and over again, the longer he's in the business. (Not that it's his job to care, right? That's a joke with no punchline.)

He cracks a grin and leans back, spreading his hands in front of him. 'Atta girl. Perfect.]

You read my mind. Aim for anything distinguishing—that includes anywhere you managed to land a hit.

[Wounds (or scars, eventually) aren't always easy to hide.]

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[I know how to do a police sketch comes to the front of her thoughts and she has to wonder where it even came from, deciding to blame it on exhaustion and stress.]

I'll keep that in mind. I didn't get a look at their ship, but I can send over whatever scans the AI did.

[She needs access to the ship again first, because she left her comms on board.]

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[He watches her, weighs the wisdom of saying more for a second or so, and then figures the hell with it.]

Anything you can corroborate with.

[Because he's been following this particular thread for a while, not because the Company has been at all cooperative about giving him access to what she's got logged on her vessel.]

I've got an idea on the make and model, but it's been tricky to pin down. It would be nice to narrow my options before they decide to get frisky again.

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[Ah, he has suspicions about who was responsible, then, which should make the whole process go quicker. She's not particularly concerned for her own stake in this, but it'll be good to have those assholes out of "business" before they actually hurt someone.]

She should be able to confirm that, my AI. They didn't seem sophisticated enough to have any cloaking tech.

[Not if one little Company pilot could scare them off.]