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Nova Praxis is a post-singularity sci-fi setting that explores transhumanism and post-scarcity societies against a backdrop of action, adventure, conspiracy and intrigue.

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Things have changed. We have changed.

Earth is lost to us, but even in the aftermath of this terrible tragedy, we grow, evolve and even prosper. We have witnessed the death of our mother and the birth of a new era.

In what might have been the end, the synthesis of biology and technology proved our salvation. Augmentation, ranging from basic genetic manipulation to Apotheosis, set us on the path of prosperity. But it also emphasized the importance of identity, individual humanity, and the purity of the species.

The loss of Earth and the resulting Exodus gave us an opportunity to start over with a clean slate. And we seized it.

Though the need for organization, stability and a reliable government was clear, the old ways were seen by most as archaic, clumsy and too prone to corruption.

It was time for a new way… a Nova Praxis.

Today, social networks allow the will of the people to be measured instantly, accurately and without the need for representation. The Coalition, guided by the collective voice of its people, has established new homes on worlds lit by new suns. Molecular assembly technology has made it possible for society to provide a quality of life never before imagined, at essentially no cost, to everyone.  And we are virtually immortal.

But can this would-be Utopia last?

Corruption in the Coalition government fosters decay from within. The Houses, our benefactors and patrons, run shadowy networks of intrigue, espionage and assassination. Apostates, non-citizens, condemn those who would trade their privacy for the Coalition’s false security. Remnants of Earth’s old governments wage an unrelenting guerilla war on Coalition forces. Ideological extremists commit acts of terror using the latest horror to spring from a factory or test tube…

And the value of a human soul is weighed and measured in lines of code.

Nova Praxis is a post-singularity sci-fi setting that explores transhumanism and post-scarcity societies against a backdrop of action, adventure, conspiracy and intrigue.

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  2. The Crossroads "What does he want?" Vaughn pressed though. The comment by the Cobbler annoyed him. He might not be 'the smartest' but he knew how to handle any challenge coming his way. Besides, he was on the clock, and his clients were the ones pressing for answers. "Is he still taking dives back into meat-bodies?"
  3. 'The Apostate'

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "Penelope, I trained you for this," he said calmly into his mic. "Dad, I-," there was a silence that seemed laced with sobs of worry. With a sniffle her voice seemed calmer, but no less worried. "I'll see you soon, Dad. I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry," he replied. "Be better. Follow your training." "Let's get moving," Jericho said. He floated, unconcerned with the lack of gravity. Gravity or no, they still had a job to do. He reached out and gripped the ceiling where a conduit pipe ran across its length. There was a creaking sound as his cybernetic hand gripped the pipe and bent it slightly. He straightened himself against the lack of gravity. "Focus up." He pulled himself along the ceiling, 'throwing himself' several feet at a time down the corridor. If he was worried about his daughter, he didn't show it.
  4. Shit...this is NOT what I signed up for, Anna thought furiously to herself. The ship was supposed to have been secure! There wasn't time to bitch about it now though. They had to survive first. "We have to restore power to the Ginger Snap," she said. "Engineering deck. And it'll probably figure we're going there, so..." Still spinning slowly in midair, Maverick got her coilgun out. Not the little holdout pistol, but the bullpup PDW. It wasn't a particularly menacing looking weapon, but it was accurate, had a high rate of fire, and enough punch to chew through personal armor. Probably not enough against this thing, but you never knew. "Buzzy, wake up." The 'wasp' drone unfolded from its recharging node on the shoulder of her armor and came free, awaiting orders. Anna held out a hand. "Push me over to the wall, big guy, then follow ten meters back and make sure nothing's coming up behind us." In a gravity well, the thrust produced by the tiny drone would barely have been felt, but in zero G it gave her a slow impulse over to the wall of the Ginger Snap's corridor. From there she could use handholds to pull and push herself along. It then whisked back to watch their asses. But since they were now officially being stalked by something that would probably get the jump on them at some point...it paid to be careful. When Anna had been human, interfacing with a swarm of espers had been basically impossible. The amount of data you had to wrangle was pretty nuts. There were millions of the little things too coordinate. Even the bog-standard mindset didn't have the processing power to do it. It took a little something extra. She tuned into the swarm hive, and concentrated to sync up with the nano-bots. The 'soft' limiters she'd left in place in her mindset were overridden, and the esper swarm went active. Something like black smoke came pouring out of her forearms. In zero-gravity the espers had complete control of their movement, causing the swarm to curl around Anna and start circling her in complex patterns. As she moved, the swarm moved along with her. Unlike Anna, they could see every way at once, could react even faster than her overclocked mindset. They'd always been enough to keep her safe until now.
  5. Madeline Volkov

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "Engaging mag traction system," whispered Baba Yaga in Madeline's ear, the soles of her suit adhering to the deck as the magnets kicked into life. This was bad, if they lost the Atraxia she was in an even worse scenario then she started with. well, not entirely worse. Her team was hopefully already readjusting into their new sleaves as she thought, and if this was a bug hunt on an out of control ship versus an overpowered zombie and only two renegades for back up... Well, she'd expected to die to the blade or the bullet. Best to go to hell with an empty rifle. "Lord, my mind, body, and soul belongs to Thee. If it is Your plan that I am to die, guide my mind and body that I may end one more abomination in service of Your flock," she offered in a whisper too quiet for the mikes in her helmet to pick up. "I'm making my way back to you two. Try and find out where the hell it got in so we can go kill it," she offered over the comms, already beginning her stalk, infravision illuminating her path as debris from the looted workshop bounced around her, rifle ready to fill her target with holes if she caught so much as glimpse of it from the corner of her eye. Long engrained training guided her every move through the tumbling ship, reflexes keyed to combat in tight spaces.
  6. Madeline crept to the open hatch and crouched low bringing her weapon to her shoulder then with one swift move stepped in and to the right of the opening swinging her weapon in quick arcs to cover the whole of the small infirmary. It was empty of any sort of robot monster or any other humans but the place was a mess someone or thing had been in here looking for something. "It's clear but the place has been ransacked." She said as she moved through the room looking for clues. "Looks like whoever did this took some surgical tools and a power saw." Madeline slid the drawer with the empty foam cutouts of the missing tools closed. "That's all I am sure is missing..." Suddenly the Ginger Snap shook and the artificial gravity produced by the Ataraxia cut out leaving them weightless. "Dad! Are you alright The 'Snap's broke loose!" came Penny's frightened voice over the suit radios. In orbit above the desolate moon the Ataraxia still under orbit keeping trust had already pulled several kilometers away from the now drifting Ginger Snap which had taken on a slight roll from the force of the separation. penny saw movement as she adjusted the Camera pointed at the rogue freighter. The young girl gasped as she saw something moving on the hull of the other ship. "What is that?" her fingers flew across the command board bringing the moving object closer on the screen and better focused. The multi armed figure looked much like the thing Madeline had killed on the surface but with more arms and two cannons mounted one on each shoulder. " Moxxi can you identify that object is it a robot or a sleeve?" " I'm sorry hon. I don't see anything and I'm too busy right now to play games. Commencing Emergency Deorbit Thrust now!" droned the semi- amused voice of the Ataraxia AI. "Moxxi No!" Penny screamed as the Ataraxia shot toward the surface of the moon with ever increasing speed!! Jericho and the others heard the exchange over the radios, all of it. Then they heard the sound of several loud metallic bangs on their own ship. That something Penny had seen was inside the ship now.
  7. Jordan O'Quinn-Kurosagi

    "UNDER THE DRAGON CLAW"

    RHO, LUNA PHEADALON GARDENS AND SPA INSIDE THE DOME Jordan followed Anselmo's glance, well aware of just what he was glancing at, and couldn't help but wonder if his suggestion of Protective Custody was for a valid reason or just to have another good looking woman around to ogle. Okay, that wasn't fair, Ken wasn't that bad, and if what Church surmised held water... The sensuous Centurion glared at the bodies as though personally affronted, then tossed her head, long white hair shimmering, as she turned to look up at Church. "If they are needlecasting assassins and disposing of the sleeves and the cores, nothing says it's more than one assassin and they are just forking the asshole." Her luscious lips curved in a grimace showing pearly teeth. "Terrorists or not, the resources it seems dedicated to this certainly suggests at least House backing, leaning towards direct House involvement. Keep looking around while we go speak with Ms. Mannerheim, then we'll get out of the way of the CSIs." Jordan arched an unintentionally enticing brow at her partner. "Don't blame me if my new chassis makes us all kind of popular with the higher-ups. And really, do you want to be riding a desk or issuing citations?" She nodded towards YoYo. "Let's go inform Ms. Mannerheim that she'll be staying with us for the time being under protective custody." She grunted. "She should be happy, she'll be getting what she wants, if not in quite the official capacity she desires." The Centurion detectives made their way back to the elegant woman. "Ms. Mannerheim - Yoyo - we believe the danger, to you and others, is still a concern. As such, we would... like your acquiescence to place you in our care under protective custody." The ravishing detective truly seemed discomfited having to ask instead of demand, but as yet, Jordan didn't believe she had enough to bring to her captain to impose protective custody, not and make it stick, anyway. "You'll stay with us," she smirked wryly, "and perhaps overhear enough of the investigation to make an occasional comment or suggestion. For the moment, we'll head back to the station and wait on the reports from the CSIs and medical examiner. Right now, we're just making their jobs more difficult."
  8. 'The Apostate'

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "Yes. All of them. You're in an enclosed metal container floating in space, genius." The Apostate entered into the ship slowly behind Madeline, prepping his rifle. "This p-way will lead us straight to the back of the ship, there's a ladder and an elevator. We'll take the ladder down to the cargo and engineering spaces. From ther-..." He paused as he noticed something through the feed as well as his own investigations. "What?" Maddie asked, quietly. "All of these bulkheads were closed when we disembarked, every chamber was sealed." he said. He raised his rifle and took a more cautious posture. "Moxie, begin scans, lock down the Ataraxia. Penny, gear up, get on the bridge and lock it down." "Confirmed, Captain." Moxie's human-like but still obviously digital voice responded over the comms. "Something is awake on this ship," he said in his gruff, no nonsense voice. "We don't leave until it's found."
  9. Madeline Volkov

    "GINGER SNAP"

    Madeline hated boarding new classes of ship. No matter how much you studied before hand, the noises they made were always strange and potential signs of something broken that she didn't recognize. Let alone when they were... quiet. A ship had a soul in it's own way beyond any AI installed in in, and when they were running dead, vibrations and lights and heat down or off, that soul always felt wrong, her combat instincts kicked up that extra notch. At Jericho's announcement, off went up and up went the light screen camouflage, Yaga triggering the IR modules without a word and washing the world in shades of dull red. "Roger. Do either of the spaces ahead dead end on us? Last thing I want to do is corner this thing before you two can arrive for support," the Coalition Marine breathed over the coms, rifle at ready position and sweeping the passage ahead of her. Oh, the irony in which she was playing the forward heavy to a group of Apostates.
  10. Scary That is what an empty ship is like and even more so when you half expect some boogy-thing to come out of the darkness all spinning blades and tearing pincers. The three suited figures moved into the dark Ginger Snap, while the ship had atmo now since it landing at Sanctuary the powere was still only running on essential systems and to allow the Ataraxia to use he thrusters, which meant no lights and no heat. Volkov lead the way being in combat armor and with more robust weapons, Jericho was guiding her over coms while he and Anna hung back. Volkov went slow her nerves taut she played her light over every inch of the coridor in front of her and when Jerich call for her to stop suddenly she dropped into ta crouch and raised he weapon. "Hold up! That hatch up ahead on the right, that should be closed."
  11. The Crossroads The cobbler shook his head slightly and took off his wire rim glasses "Straight to the point, no playing your role. Okay your not the only ghost in the machine Vaughn and your probably not the smartest. He has transcended he isnt Kwon anymore he calls himself the Necromancer. His ghost has built a data fortress way out on the edge where the storage is clean It's not hard to find or get to but it is hell. It's a multilayered sim and his ghost resides in the center of the fortress a place he calls the black tower. No one who goes there comes out Vaughn, not ghost, not AI, no one." He slips the glasses back on and picks up a shoe and places it on the horn then picks up a tiny hammer and starts tapping the sole. "Anything else?" RHO, LUNA PHEADALON GARDENS AND SPA INSIDE THE DOME "This is just getting better and better," Anselmo said as he glanced around scanning the vicinity for threats. "I blame you for getting us stuck wit this job O'K." He glances back at YoYo, "If she is still a target maybe we should take her inot protective custody. If what Bunny-ears here says is true then we are looking at an organized House action ain't no terrorist have access to casting tech. I think we should get back to the station and wait for the morgue reports and let csi finish this then we can look at their report." said the male cop his nervousness poorly hidden.
  12. Anna got up from her seat. "The ones saying it's half the battle are just seeding disinfo to make sure no one else learns the real ratio." She shot a finger-gun at Jericho. "Gonna go get my shit. Meetcha at the airlock." With that Anna headed back to her cabin, spartan as it might be. Some of her gear was there. She figured the card the Apostle had given her would probably give her access to the gun locker. She went out that way last on the way to the main airlock to show up at the airlock kitted out and ready to go.
  13. 'The Apostate'

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "They say it's half the battle," Jericho corrected gruffly. "Mox." "Yes, Jericho?" The holographic image of Moxie, the ships AI, appeared before all of them. It had been the first time they'd heard his actual name spoken aloud and if he was bent on keeping secrets, he sure didn't flinch when Moxie called him out. "We're heading over to the 'Snap'. Need to look at something. Keep an eye on things here and make sure Penny is doing her chores." "As you say, Jericho, We will monitor your progress from here," She faded out in a blip of digital pixels. "Do be careful. I've not the time nor the patience to locate another simple minded cretin to keep me properly maintained." "Yeah," he blew her off and pushed off from the wall. "I love you too. Okay ladies, let's get geared up and expect the worst. Air lock in fifteen."
  14. Doing a quick scan to for any other listening or recording devices and finding none, Ryan began his report. "First, understand I'm doing this in the spirit of cooperation, so that you know I'm simply here to do my job and leave, I have no intention of complicating your lives unduely by doing so. That said, after making my own tour of the crime scene, and examining the bodies, there are some irregularities I feel that may have been missed, which lead me to certain theories." He paused for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts, and then forged on. "First, There were two explosions, which is information you'd likely have, had the drones not been destroyed, and had the local node not been disrupted by them. Second, I was allowed to examine the corpses, and noted a small deformity in the back of each of their necks, which I surmise was an implant. Their bodies may have been felled by other activities, but their cores were destroyed internally by this implant. Third, and tying into the previous statement, These were no random thugs, but highly professional hitmen, likely with House connections themselves. Given that their flesh was obviously expendable, It is also likely they were needlecasted into these bodies, which would account for their reduced performance. Finally, The real assassins were thus never here, and are still at large, simply casting their consciousness. As such I highly advise you to put Ms. Manneheim in protective custody, though I'd be somewhat careful with the information I've given you." He added nearly as an afterthought. "Given everything I have observed, there is nothing present to link this to any particular house, though I can keep looking.
  15. Jordan O'Quinn-Kurosagi

    "UNDER THE DRAGON CLAW"

    "Unless we manage to recover an intact core from the assailants, of course," Jordan countered, voice and expression flat. Or as flat as she could manage to make them. Where Yolanda's sensual movements seemed affected to Jordan, her own were inherent and instinctual. Which wasn't to say she wasn't affected by Yolanda's sensual grace or the wet shirt clinging to her exquisite curves. The woman's intent was clear, but would it be better to have her on hand where they could keep an eye on her, or leave her out of the investigation, so Yolanda couldn't exploit what they learned? Jordan let drop the issue of Tilda Bailey's status as a criminal or terrorist. She had been a friend of Ms. Mannerheim it seemed, Yolanda wouldn't be willing to her aspersions to her character. She was quick enough to defend her, though Jordan hadn't called her criminal, simply stated that by Yolanda's own words, Tilda had been a member of a recognized terrorist organization. "As for allowing you to be involved in the investigation, Ms. Mannerheim, my partner and I will have to discuss it," Jordan said, her voice a cool purr, seemingly unaware that her indigo eyes were giving the Transhumanist Advocate a casual once over. "Whether you can defend yourself or no, you are still a civilian - your safety is still our concern, especially if you accompany us on this investigation." Speaking of safety, Yolanda's mention of discrete protection reminded Jordan of her own. As a detective, she didn't always wear her light Centurion bodysuit unless she was expecting trouble, but she always had it on hand, in the trunk of her Centurion Skiff. With the Train, and now the Garden, if she and Ken managed to catch up to the perpetrators, having their armor on already would be advisable. <I think we should suit up, Ken. Too many things exploding and getting shredded for my liking. And if Tilda Bailey wasn't the only target, they might try again for Ms. Mannerheim. By the way, what do you think of her offer to help? If you can stop thinking of her tits long enough, nice as they are.> Then the cyberman approached. "If you'll excuse us, Ms. Mannerheim," Jordan said, catching Ken's eye with a glance, then nodding at Church towards the doorway out of the Gardens. She wouldn't underestimate the senses of someone with as many augments as Yolanda seemed to possess. "We'll return shortly, hopefully with an answer to your offer." Putting distance between her, Ken, and Church, and everyone else, Jordan planted a hand on her hip and looked up at the towering cybersleeve with an arched brow. "Now, what is this report you say you have?"
  16. "Sorry," Anna interrupted sharply. "I couldn't hear you over the sound of all the conclusions you were jumping to. Look, this image is from awhile ago. The thing on the Ginger Snap could have been the same one you killed." She accepted the access card with a nod at Jericho. "Thanks." "That said, wouldn't be a terrible idea to go over the remains we have access to. Knowing is nine-tenths the battle, so they say."
  17. Madeline Volkov

    "GINGER SNAP"

    Madeline nodded her head, discipline choking down a few choice words that rattled through her head. Personal satisfaction wouldn't get the creators of these monsters delivered to Coalition justice. "The apostates in the bunker we're going to woke up one of these zombies," she began with a wave at the screen, "It killed all of them single-handed. When my team and I arrived to secure what intel told us your pirates stole, it then killed six of seven members of a Marine assault squad without a scratch far as I could tell. Only grace and luck allowed me to miss finding the thing inside the bunker and instead take it down at 900 meters outside. Which still took 3 on target shots from a rail rifle before it stopped moving." "These things are human enough to panic and try to use a plasma weapon in a vacuum, so they aren't robots. And if your transhumanist is willing to 'sell' these shells to someone half as bad as your pirates or work with them..."
  18. 'The Apostate'

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "Disbanded governments are the ones who created the technophage, sweetheart, governments who went on to work in your Houses and your Protectorate, so careful where you throw those stones. The people giving you orders, and yanking your leash are more than likely the same people who wiped out our planet. The Apostates? They just want to get away from all that and live a life they choose." Jericho stepped into the room and looked at the feed, adding his own two cents to the conversation. He squinted at the image, trying to make sense of it. "Now, that's not to say some idiot doesn't go and build something here and there they they probably shouldn't have. Now, if you can get your shit together Madeline and stop praying to invisible, absentee father figures for a moment, why not unfuck yourself and tell us what that is, and why it seems to have you so scared. Because the pieces of something similar are in the cargo hold, and if it's an issue, we need to know." "While you do that, I got something to say." He leaned against the wall and folded his arms, his obvious cyber arm seemed to almost blend in smoothly with the interior of the ship. "Real talk ladies, I don't trust people easily. Certainly don't trust you and I don't expect you to trust me, it's the nature of the verse. As you may imagine Penny and I don't get many visitors, let alone passengers. However, since it's been awhile since I've worked with others, I suppose I have some hurdles to cross and things to come to grips with. Now, I know I ain't the easiest man to get a long with, so I'm willing to extend a bit of an olive branch as a professional courtesy." He passed them each a small gun metal finished card, metal, but light weight and credit card thin. "These will grant you access to the ship. Nearly full access, certain systems will still be restricted to you without my approval but you should have more than enough access to work and crew of four is easier than a crew of two. Let me clarify what this means: this ship is my Earth now. Keep that in mind if you plan on doing something stupid, because if you ruin the home of me and my daughter, well, there won't be much out here in the Black that'll save you from what comes next. Rules are simple: I don't care about who you are, where you're from, or what you've done or who you've done it too. On this ship, we are the center of your universe and you work for us. Your loyalties are to this ship and its crew, first and foremost. Once you you leave and go back to your life your free to do as you please, but here, we look out for each other and that's nonnegotiable." Not one to dwell on words, Jericho looked to Madeline. "So? What do we need to know?"
  19. Madeline Volkov

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "You people built more than one of those things?! That's exactly why you can't be trusted with all this freedom you go on and on about! Without a Protectorate to rein you in, you're all just one transhumanist away from creating the next technophage and wiping us out for the final time," the marine exclaimed, cradling her face in her hands and muttering in Russian, "God in Heaven help us." She was suddenly acutely glad she had stripped and maintenanced her weapons in some of her earlier free time, personally sorting through the box of ammo she'd been provided and assembling clips full of slugs that were free of defects to even her exacting sniper's eye. She'd need them to deal with more than one of the brutes. Or one that could shoot back. Or one in the close quarters of a ship. God help them indeed. She looked back up at the image on the screen, fixing it with a killing glare.
  20. The Crossroads "Well, someone has been doing their best to bring that name into vogue." Vaughn replied. "The bombing of the trains in Rho, a body with that identity listed, plus twisted and lacking data trails since leaving House Kimura. So our... ghost, if you will - what happened to him?"
  21. Anna had spent most of the jumps trying to put the corrupted data from the executions in the cargo bay of the Ginger Snap, but whatever had been used to shred them had done so on a more thorough scale than any shredder she had eve seen. She gave herself only a 1 in 10000 chance of recovering anything useful. Volkov had felt like a fifth wheel pretty much ignored by the “apostate” and the ship, Penny tried to be nice but her father kept her busy and that left the computer bitch. She was in the small cubicle Maverick used, she was always asking questions about the bunker today she had been silent as she frustratingly worked on some data stuff Volkov on barely understood or cared about. Around her various screens showed replays from the freighters AI memory. Madeline decided she was needed here and turned to leave when something on a screen caught her attention. “What was that?” She asked pointing at the screen “What?” maverick grunted and glanced back “I saw something. Is this a recording? Go back about twenty second.” Maverick sent a command to the system and the screen altered to show the previous 30 seconds. “There! Freeze it.” shouted Volkove They both looked at the screen It showed a dark corridor of the Ginger Snap dimly lit by the ships floor lights up in the top corner where the corridor turns the could see what looked like a metallic leg of something that had just passed the corridor. The blood drained from Volkov's face. The leg looked exactly like the one that belonged to the thing on the moon. The thing whose parts lay in the cargo hold. The thing that killed all of her comrades.
  22. RHO, LUNA PHEADALON GARDENS AND SPA INSIDE THE DOME Ryan had been recording everything, and had already noticed several things the two centurions obviously hadn't. "Of course Detective, I don't mind giving you a hand, though "Church" is just fine for way to address me, I imagine you'd not like me calling you a pet name." he moved into the site proper, and began scanning and recording everything, should Vaughn wish to look at it later. After his survey, he was allowed to look at the corpses of the assassins, and his mechanical eyes narrowed as he shifted through several spectrums. He could see at least part of what was going on here, and he wasn't happy. This was liable to blow up in all their faces if they were not careful. "I see. Well that's only going to complicate things." He made his way back to both detectives. "I have a report, if the two of you have a moment." It was clear from his tone that he wanted to give them that report quietly, Away from others.
  23. THE COBBLERS HOUSE CROSSROADS, THE 'NET The cobbler stiffens perceptibly Vaughn saw half a dozen small mice dart out in various directions from under the work table, each disappearing through small holes and cracks in the wall. The old man set his tools aside and pushed his stool back “Just like you always straight to the point, no beating around the bush, no taking care with who might be listening.” he said as he moved to the window and drew a set of dusty curtains then he bolted the door after flipping the welcome sign to closed. “He doesn't go by that name any more, might not even be that soul, but he does listen for it watches and acts when it's spoken” RHO, LUNA PHEADALON GARDENS AND SPA INSIDE THE DOME Anselmo looked at the carnage and shook his head as O'K asked the gore splattered hot chick some questions. “I swear to all that holy if these guys are clones...,” he mumbled. Then he noticed Church standing still as a statue on the edge of the site. “Hey Buttercup, how about using those big ears and eyes and giving us a hand since your here?”
  24. RHO, LUNA PHEADALON GARDENS AND SPA INSIDE THE DOME Yoyo's face imperceptibly hardened a bit, her eyes faintly narrowing at how the detective spoke of her friend. She took in a breath, centered herself and relaxed once more before speaking. "Tilda? A criminal?" she said in a bit of surprise, her beautiful, expressive aquamarine eyes going wide. "I am absolutely certain that if she were a criminal, then the fine Centurions would have certainly brought her to justice by now. To call her a 'criminal' is a serious allegation for a detective to be making, one which I am sure somebody of your standing would not make without proof to support it." she said with a nod. Her expression turned thoughtful for a moment, glancing up at the dome above her. "Hmm.. But as I recall, it seems that for all of the highly skilled detective work of the Centurions, and the aid of the all-seeing mesh, no charge ever brought against her was ever able to stick." she thought aloud. "Tilda was associated with the Talons, as their representative in negotiations with the government. She helped the Coalition and Talons to avoid more violence. She saved lives. And she came to me to after the bombing to help save more lives with information she had. So please detective, do not slander the dead with your spurious allegations, especially to her friends." Yoyo politely asked as she rose from her seat on the back of the over-ambulance and walked over to one of the fire fighter vehicles with O'K walking along with her, O'K's lips tightened a bit as she listened. "Why come would she come to you, Ms. Mannerheim?" she asked when they had reached the fire fighting craft. Yoyo glanced over at O'K and leaned down, picking up a hose as she began to speak. "Because she was afraid that Centurions who were already unfairly biased against her would not believe her with the wound of the bombing so fresh. She also knew that in my work, I pass between all strata of society and do not judge, like some do." she began to explain as she leaned her head forward, bending just a bit at the waist. She lifted the hose quite easily over her head and turned it on partially, letting the water run through her faintly shimmering hair, washing out the ash, soot and other debris as she continued, "In so doing I have made many friends and acquaintances, some of whom are in positions, however lofty or lowly, irreproachable or unsavory, to be privy to privileged or sensitive information which they can be convinced to share, or be able to pass such information along the right channels if requested." she said as she dropped the hose and proceeded to wring out water from her hair. When she was satisfied, she shook her head, combing her fingers through her hear and then whipped her head back sharply, to lean her head back, causing her hair to arc through the air, sending off droplets or glistening water. Though she had been careful when rinsing her hair, some of the water still managed to trickle and cascade down her neck and shoulders, wetting the robe just a bit, so than when she leaned her head back it had the effect, whether unintentional or not, to pulled the thin, nearly transparent material when wet, taunt over her chest, the thin, wet material clinging to her perfectly sculpted breasts, the entire scene making her look like some sort of sea goddess freshly risen from the waves. "Unfortunately, I just can't recall all of the information she shared with me right now. After the explosion, things are a bit fuzzy." she said, shaking her head as she held up a hand across her forehead in an expression of wooziness that still causes a few of the male medics to tense and nearly jump to catch her. "Maybe if I were to tag along with your investigation, as an outside consultant perhaps, something might help me remember." she added. It was a gesture that she was certain the detective could see though, but that was also a bit of the point. She had dealth with all manner of law enforcement over her life, and knew how to handle them and give them what they needed to get what she wanted, such as providing the detective with a possible excuse, however flimsy, to her superiors to explain why she was permitted to tag along. Yoyo gestured toward the remains of the gardens with a sweep of her elegant hand, and then gestured up and down her body with a sling, fluid motion. "You obviously need not worry about my safety, and I am currently having further discrete protection brought to me from my quarters. That aside, I am sure you can see the benefit of having my assistance. There are many who would talk to me that would never be willing to talk to a detective." she explained as she wet her towel with the hose, wringing it somewhat clean, before continuing to use it to wipe what little bit remained of the charred crust from her body. "And no, Tlda never underwent the apotheosis. She had a bioware prosthetic here or there, due to injuries during her military service, but lacked any cyberware. I had hoped that she would, over time, decide to direct her own evolution and choose immortality, but now that choice was denied her. So now, detective, there is no core for you to recover from her. My account is close as you will get."
  25. A ship was not a thing of metal and tempered glass and hollow places for people to scurry through in between them for Anna. For her it was a construct of light caught in cables, like a vast spiderweb of glittering energy frozen in space and time. She barely noticed the bulkheads and control panels and seats as she walked through it all. Unseen to any but herself, her persona, her avatar flitted through the walls as if they weren't there, following datatrails and diving into network nodes like the old Earth aquatic mammal it resembled, and having just as much fun doing it. It took only minutes to roll back the clock and tell the sad tale of the Ginger Snap, as captured by its onboard systems. For all the carnage, there wasn't much to say. Anna met the others in the common room. "About a week before 'the Apostate' here found the Ginger Snap, it made landfall on a suspiciously nondescript planet in HR9038. Prior to that, there's a flight log and itinerary, but it's all garbage. Someone on the ship was covering their tracks. For some reason they didn't wash HR9038 off the record. My guess, given the circumstances, is that they never got a chance to. That kind of deep data removal and alteration takes time, and it doesn't look like they had much between leaving that planet and winding up a drifting hulk." She nods at The Apostate. "There's two extra bodies you found compared to crew records. The headless ones. Everyone else was registered to the ship, though their personnel records are definitely faked. There's not really anything else to learn here, I think. Next stop would be HR9038 and hope we can pick up the trail from there. Whatever was on that ship that got them killed came from there." (OOC - Software roll for when we get to the bunker to give Nina time to decide what Anna finds out when we get there. Software in bunker: 1d10 9 1d6 4 Ah, so close to an ace!)
  26. Jordan O'Quinn-Kurosagi

    "UNDER THE DRAGON CLAW"

    RHO, LUNA PHEADALON GARDENS AND SPA INSIDE THE DOME "They will," Jordan agreed, her sensual voice holding a hard bite, full lips and indigo eyes tightening, unmoved by Yoyo's tears. "But remember Ms Mann - Yoyo - it is the duty of the Centurions to apprehend them, and the Coalition of Free States to sentence them." Yolanda Mannerheim might claim Tilda Bailey as a friend, but to Jordan, she was a criminal. The Talons of Freedom seek nothing less than the fall of the Coalition under the pretext of old and obsolete nationalistic ideals. They were one of the largest suppliers of the black market, particularly in the area of weapons and armaments. And the Talons infested Rho, her city. It was never far from Jordan's thoughts that it was between the destructive machinations of the Talons of Freedom and the Purifiers that she ended up in her inappropriate sleeve. "Various augs and modifications or not, Yoyo, you shouldn't discount the danger offered by the Purifiers," Jordan said, then frowned faintly. "Nor that of the Talons. Though you are clearly a victim and have lost someone of importance to you, please remain available for questioning. By your own admission, you have interacted with someone you knew as a member of the Talons of Freedom, a recognized terrorist organization. Considering the events of today, that cannot be overlooked. If you will give me a few moments? I still need to take a look at the scene." It was phrased as a question, but it was a statement, as Jordan turned her attention back to the crime scene. More dead bodies burned beyond recognition. She tasked the Centurion Drone and a couple of the paramedics to keep a tab on Mannerheim while she looked over the footage the Drone has recorded of the event. In another personal window of her Mindset, Jordan began scouring public and Centurion databases on Tilda Bailey, to see if anything would clear or indict her, or hint at who may have attacked her. "Ken, would give the scene a once over, see if there's anything that might give a hint of who the attackers were or who they worked for?" Ken scowled, but Jordan gave him a pointed glance, aimed just below his belt. "If nothing else, it might help with your 'little' problem. And try not to disturb anything. Too much. You know how the CSIs hate that." Checking on the progress of the CSIs - they've been busy today - she sent them and the ME a note to take special care in trying to recover any mnemonic cores and to look for any indications that the charred attackers were cloned sleeves. It was a faint thread to follow, but it wasn't too far fetched to consider a link between the Mag-Lev attack and this one. Jordan turned back to Yoyo, her glistening white hair flaring. "Yoyo, are you aware if Tilda Bailey possessed a Mnemonic Core and Mindset?"
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