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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.

  1. What's new in this game
  2. 'The Apostate'

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "No need," said Moxie, in her thick british accent. She seemed like she was designed to be more of a sexy librarian agent than a knowledgeable, helpful one. Any moment she was waiting for her to pull her hair from the bun and do a dramatic hair whip before offering some sort of lewd titles. "Each room aboard the Ataraxia is stocked with three changes of clothing of casual, work, and sleep wear. You will also find undergarments. Jer-," she paused, correcting herself. Not something agents did very often at all. "The Apostate, makes sure most common eventualities are covered. Preparedness is something he excels at." "I've already sent a message to Penelope. She will 'air out', clean, and see that your armor is properly repaired. She is quite the mechanical savant and it will most certainly pass Coalition equipment inspection standards," Moxie offered a very blue, mischievous grin. "It has in the past. Please, take solace in knowing that you're safe and your gear is in good hands. Should you require anything, simply call for me, I will be happy to act as a guide around the ship, to the areas you're granted access to anyway. I've informed the Captain of the ADMs, we'll see what he decides." The Cargo Bay... "Whoooo..." Penny held the armor out away from her. "Girl was ripe. Hot dayum..." "She's a survivor, I'll give her that," Jericho said from a hologram, broadcasting from the bridge. "Can you fix it?" "Can I fix it? Pffft. Can I fix it..." She looked at the hologram where Jericho was glaring at her with his 'stop screwing around' glare. She cleared her throat. "Yeah, I can fix it. She's got a few blown capacitors, which would account for her fluxing power issues, and her scrubbers are shot. Couple hours, tops. Plus thirty to format her helmet's targeting software, once done she can re-calibrate to her own particular tastes, but at the mo', her optics are not looking good. That stealth system may have attempted to siphon power from secondary systems to stay active. Easy fixes, just takes time." "Do what you can. Once she cleans up, I'll get a debrief from her." "Dad?" Penny looked at her father, her voice compassionate, but confused. "Why are we helping her? She's Coalition. She'll sell us down the river and you know it." "She's got a right to live, like anyone else. What she does with her life is none of our business, and we both know her master's don't care either. At the end of the day, we lay our heads down knowing we did the right thing," he smiled at his daughter. "To them we're criminals, but that doesn't mean we have to be villains." "Can I at least delete her playlists and replace them with show tunes?" She flipped the helmet around in her hands, looking for an access port. "No," he smirked. "Although, that would be pretty funny. She gets it back as it was, no practical jokes." "Ugh...," she fumed. Setting down the helmet and hitting the armor with a shot of air freshener. "Lame, but okay."
  3. Madeline Volkov

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "Understood, Moxie. I'll be on my best behavior," Madeline replied, unsealing and removing her own helmet. Short-cut red hair, sharp features, and one eye ever-so-slightly bluer than the other were revealed along with a certain amount of body odor from three days of living in the suit. The Protectorate sniper was weary, taking in everything around her as she followed the Agent. It was far from her first time on a guided vessel, but certainly this was one of the nicer ones she'd seen outside of Coalition control. Combined with the niggling sense of recognition about her rescuer... Just who had she gotten a ride with? "Moxie, could I borrow some spare clothes from your ship's stores? My other uniforms were destroyed with our ship, and my armor needs repair and an airing out," she volunteered to the AI, "Speaking of which, there is a ADM launcher located a klick from here that you may wish to loot or disable with 3 functional missiles."
  4. 'The Apostate'

    "GINGER SNAP"

    The Apostate approached, "Put yer damn hands down, I ain't robbin' ya." He lowered his rifle, reaching back and maglocking it to his back. He looked at the scrap she was offering, then looked back to her. "I'm already giving you a ride, Volkov, you don't have to sell me on the idea." With a resigned shrug he thumbed it towards the ship. "Hell with it, load it up." The didn't even get five steps hauling it with them before he added, "And for the record, I don't have friends." Aboard the Ataraxia, Madeline realized that she was in a ship that was... different than anything she'd ever been on before. It felt... 'alive', like she was always being watched and something aboard the vessel didn't appreciate guests. It was alot of gunmetal black finish and dark passageways with incredibly bright white lighting. True to her word she relinquished her weapons and gear. The Apostate took them and locked them in a secure locker in the cargo bay, not far from where she boarded. He handed her a thin metal card with a magnetic strip. "Code is 1452. Only two people know it, you, and me. Good faith, for good faith. You will have your own quarters, washroom, and there is a lounge. The rules are simple, those are the areas you have access to, you try to get into anywhere else without me accompanying you, and Moxie will space you. Simple as that." He took off his helmet and his suit depressurized. Something about him struck her as familiar. "That said, welcome aboard. Take some time, get cleaned up, acclimate yourself, and I'll see about our business once I get us off this rock and a safe distance away. Mox, could you please show Mrs. Volkov to her quarters?" True to his word, once aboard the ship, he stopped using her rank. "Certainly, I've nothing else to do besides the eleven thousand other tasks I'm currently performing that keep us from falling out of the sky," a hologram materialized not fat from where Volkov was standing. She appeared to be a woman dressed in a blouse and a knee length skirt, like a holographic business woman. She was all blue, but solid enough to not be transparent. What skin was showing was latticed with red circuitry that pulsed with light traveling all along her body. "Well, you're in luck. We're on the ground, so take a moment to show her to her quarters and quit acting like you're the only one who does anything on this tub." "Tub? Hmph. Thug." She retorted. The Apostates walked off, leaving the cargo area and heading for the bridge. "Toaster." She took a deep, uneeded breath. For an agent she seemed incredibly sophisticated. "Toaster indeed," she looks to Volkov. "He is right though, try anything aboard this vessel and I will pulverize your body, erase your existence and plug your core into a virtual landscape of torment and nightmares that makes the human concept of Hell seem like the happiest episode of Friendship is Magic." She smiled wide and motioned for the exit, her accent rich and thick. "Please, right this way. I think you'll appreciate your room, we've not had guests in quite some time. The Apostate isn't much of a people person."
  5. Madeline Volkov

    "GINGER SNAP"

    Madeline winced from her hiding place near the entrance to bunker, the rough apostate's voice echoing from her helmet's earpiece with thoroughly unnecessary volume for a noncombat situation. She blocked a final, fleeting temptation to put an electromagnetic slug down range and into his skull. "Here, Captain. 50 meters to your left," she provided over her radio as she disengaged her armor's cloaking system, flickering and flashing into view as she rose to her feet from the cover of some rocks, a figure in black-and-blue light power armor emblazoned with the insignia of the 2nd Legion on one shoulder, visage hidden behind a blank reflective visor. Her rifle was clipped to her back, spear and pistol hanging from her belt with the rest of her personal gear. "Good faith for good faith," Madeline offered as she closed the distance at a slow walk, hands visible at all times, "I even prepacked the thing that killed your... friends and my squadmates on a truck. Being sold for parts is better than it deserves but after I coring it by accident, can't bring the zombie back for trial and proper punishment."
  6. 'The Apostate'

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "Copy," The Apostate replied. "See you in few minutes. Find a shady spot and hang tight." True to his word The Ataraxia broke atmo like a fireball falling from on high. The Sergeant could see the craft long before it arrived at the landing zone. It didn't match any ship one could find in standard databases, appearing, for all intents and purposes to be some sort of custom job. She was slick though, and way out of the price range for a typical Apostate. With all the usual fanfare of a ship landing, dust and debris, loud engine noises, lowering cargo ramp, the whole nine, Sergeant Volkov saw, for the first time, the voice of the man on the coms. The small lights and displays on his pressurized suit gave him away through the shroud of the landing debris, and his helmet's visor was clear and lit up from the inside. He walked down the ramp with a trained expertise, rifle at his shoulder sweeping left to right in preparation for betrayal. "Volkov!" He shouted, his voice modulated and louder thanks to the help of his gear. He squinted, through the dust and noise. "Sergeant Volkov!"
  7. Madeline Volkov

    "GINGER SNAP"

    An Apostate ship. Perfect. But she didn't need to ask her Agent the odds that she'd encounter another ship that *wasn't* Apostate out here. Probably bad. Very bad. And the Protectorate was spread thin enough out here that the odds they'd be able to send a rescue vessel before the next crisis flared up and demanded attention..? Even worse. As satisfying as it would be to blow the renegade craft out of orbit when it came into range, she had a responsibility to her squad. "The renegades here were dead before my team arrived, Captain, killed by the thing they stole before it killed all of my squad," she finally replied over the coms, "But, yes. We have an accord, good faith for good faith. My Agent will sent you landing data. Yaga…" "Transmitting, Sargent," replied the harsh voice of the AI as most of the distress beacon faded away to convey the requested info. The marine leaned back in her seat, waiting for his confirmation even as she thought back to the grisly silent labor of lugging the spider hulk's husk onto the truck.
  8. 'The Apostate'

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "Well, you're in luck Sgt. Volkov. We have the means to get you where you need to go, unless you have any pressing medical needs, we can be down there in fifteen minutes to extract you," The Apostate's tone was about as friendly as he could manage on his best of days. Dull, drab, and full of all sorts of 'I really don't care about your problems'. Penny knew her dad though, for all his big talk he was a man with morals and a code, he wouldn't leave someone to die on a planet if he could help it. "Two things you need to keep in mind, Sgt.. First, this is an Apostate vessel, meaning your laws and rank and House amount to absolutely squat to me and mine. Second, you will relinquish your weapons while aboard my ship. They will be returned to you, but I have the safety of my crew to consider in the midst of an absolute stranger who seems to be the wrong side of exterminating a whole lot of people I used to drink with. If my conditions are acceptable, we'll be by very soon. If not, we'll wait. All your shit plus that bunker, which we knew nothing about until you brought it up, will be ours anyway." "Dad!" Penny scolded him with a 'WTF' expression. "Relax," he smirked. "Just being assertive." "Although not wholly inaccurate..." Moxie spoke. "By my calculations..." Penny sat on speaker in the console, muffling the remainder of what Moxie was saying. "Don't encourage him, Mox." "So," The Apostate spoke to Madeline once again. "Do we have an accord?"
  9. RHO, LUNA THE WRECK AT THE LAKE INSIDE THE DOME Vaughn sat back in his home environment, contented with a job well done. Getting the core was an unexpected bonus. But be it 20th century flicks or real life in the current day, one thing remained true about police higher-ups. They were always sensitive to the big interests, be it the mayor or a Coalition House. "Well," he comforted Ryan, "I doubt they'd be any friendly to a private contractor like myself if they knew I was here." It was a bit uncalled for though, the disdain and hostility. Kurosagi and Anselmo were members of a House, after all. If you were a Coalition citizen, you belonged to one of the Houses. Sure, the Protectorate, the military, the government all pledged a higher loyalty to the Coalition as a whole, but the line between the Coalition and the six Houses was rather indistinct in reality. Of course much of the Coalition's success was based on convincing the public it was otherwise. And its own people too.
  10. RHO, LUNA THE WRECK AT THE LAKE INSIDE THE DOME Ryan nods, as he takes the case and chuckled inwardly. He'd expected that question. "I am a man of my word. That is why I have the body I have now, nothing more, or less. I don't think of myself as inhuman, just different than I was before." He ignored the disdain in Jordan's voice, and gave the equivalent of a smile. "I'll follow behind then. It will be easier to complete my task if i have my own transport once I take possession of Mr. Kwon's core." There was some truth he admit in her disdain for a dog of another house, but all the same, it was what it was. At least he'd not been cast aside, as an apostate, or worse, his core destroyed that fateful day.
  11. RHO, LUNA PHEADALON GARDENS AND SPA INSIDE THE DOME "Marines? I doubt anything good'll come of that." Yoyo commented, turning her head to the window as she contemplated. "That was quite the explosion..." she mused. She then turned back to her friend, with a soft smile playing across her lips. "You know, In my time thus far I have met many people from all strata of society and made many friends. Perhaps some might remember a recent acquisition of explosives, be it legal or illicit, by an, as of yet, unnamed party..." she thought aloud.
  12. RHO, LUNA THE WRECK AT THE LAKE INSIDE THE DOME Anselmo his face locked in a scowl flicked off his PPC and waved the CSI guy over. "Go get the case." he commanded curtly. "Looks like Investigator Church Checks out O'K," The CSI guy delivers the Case to Anselmo who takes it steppes up to Church and presses the case flat against Ryan's chest. "What makes a guy give up being human?" He asks Ryan quetly. Jordan flicks off her PPC shaking her head her sentiments echoing her partners. "They have the bodies loaded. I have Kwon tagged as a priority for recovery. You can ride with us or follow and well get the core and you can be on your way back to your masters." Ryan could feel the disdain dripping in her voice.
  13. "Great work Vaughn, I'll make sure that they make good on that for you." Ryan answered over their private comms. He was happy though it didn't show, thankfully. Ryan nodded at Jordan's words. "Of course, it's good to handle things quickly and professionally." He was polite to a fault, as he knew the stereotype was for his House in public. He waited for her to finish coralling her subordinates and clearing the site. Confident that his credentials would pass muster, his master wasn't known for half measures or shoddy work. Through it all, he kept an aloof air and not quite totally relaxed posture, such as it was with his towering cybersleeve, waiting to have the case turned over and then the core.
  14. Jordan O'Quinn-Kurosagi

    "UNDER THE DRAGON CLAW"

    RHO, LUNA THE WRECK AT THE LAKE INSIDE THE DOME Jordan scowled at the image of her Centurion Commander. With her new, younger-looking face, the Centurion Commander thought, not for the first time, that it made her look sulky rather than stubborn or angry. Nice rack though. Jordan caught the VR construct's eyes shift downward for a moment and her lips tightened. "There's something there, Commander, I just need--" Jordan began to protest. "Any actual proof of that, Detective?" Her Commander's tone was tight. He was being pressured too, either by his own superiors, or House Kimura, directly or through subsidiaries. "Circumstantial," Jordan was forced to admit with a grimace. "I logged it in the report." "It's not enough, O'K. Cut him loose and turn over the case and the core." "Fine!" She almost snarled. "We're almost done here, just to got bag and tag the bodies in the front car. The CSI boys and girls got their pics and samples. Less than an hour." The VR image broke apart into dispersing motes and Jordan refocused on the big cybersleeve in front of her. "Seems like someone has some pull," Jordan said with a sigh that made the neck of her blouse gape wider. "Let me run your Harekaze Security credentials, and if everything checks out, Mr. Church, I'll have the case turned over to you. And then, if you'll follow me to the ME's office once the site has been cleared, when Kwon's core is extracted, that will be turned over as well." The members of House Kimura might be surprised that the detective relented after her stubborn obstinacy, but she was clearly not happy with the situation, her lovely eyes narrowed with suspicion. She moved off, hollering at Centurion techs, getting the last things done to clear the site. She wasn't done looking into Kwon, however. While clearing the site, she began a search, trying to backtrack Kwon's movements using the MESH Grids, using her connections in the Centurions to gain access to records and the monitoring AIs outsider her regular jurisdiction, if her search led her afar. Like Hell I'm gonna let Kimura claim you just because they want you...
  15. Madeline Volkov

    "GINGER SNAP"

    Madeline stared at the speaker for an eternity of six heartbeats, deciding how to reply. Nothing back from Yaga yet, and that could take a while with the mess this God-forsaken system was in. Plan A then. She glanced that flat-black visor of her suit's helmet and nodded to herself. She was a soldier anyway. She'd get off of here on her own honest merits or not at all. Not like she could hide who she was if she got on his ship. "Sargent Madeline Volkov of House Tsarya, 2nd Legion," she sent out into the aether after triggering her own coms, "I am a sole survivor with 5 cores in need of transport to anywhere I can get back to Coalition territory from. The bunker and it's contents aside from me and my gear are yours if you're willing to offer assistance. I am authorized to inform you that my House offers standing rewards for my undamaged return as well." That last part sounded flat and rote even compared to the no-frills delivery of the first part of the offer, part of a remembered brief on the Apostate Repatriation Program. Step two was where the whole plan started to fall apart anyway. So many 'what ifs' to make the planner in her throw up her hands in despair.
  16. 'The Apostate'

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "Son of a bitch," The Apostate grumbled. "Will anything go right today?" He sat down and brought up some displays and began sifting through data. "Scattering pattern," he started bringing forward to his thoughts years of military experience. "Indicates it came from the surface. Blew it from the bottom while it was in orbit. Mox, compile a drift chart for the last, say, twenty two hours." "I'll see what comes up, Captain," she replied and the data on his screens began shifting and moving. The parts of the ship were rewinding, putting themselves back together. It wasn't a certifiable way to identify what happened, but it was old trick he'd learned for identifying who was shooting at who. "Clever, Jericho. I see what you're trying to do..." "Yeah, I'm a regular genius," he said dismissively. He sat up swiftly and eyed one of the displays intently. "Hold. Freeze at thirty eight point five." He gazed at the screen as all the pieces came together in a very shotty looking puzzle. It wasn't perfect, but it gave him a size and shape... and a class. "Nope. Shit is not going to go right. At. All. That's a Legionnaire ship... we've arrived after a battle. Chances are the colony is gone... but what the hell did they have that could destroy a Coalition ship?" "Dad!" Penny ran through the p-way, up to the bridge, spreading her arms wide to catch herself on the frame of the bulkhead. "Dad, distress signal! It's coming from the surface!" "I know," he spun around in his chair. Scan the surface, I want to know the extent of the damage and some semblance of what the hell happened here. Penny, keep working on the wreckage, I want answers about that and we need answers here too. This whole sector is going to shit, I swear." He pressed a button on the console. "This is the independent trading vessel Ataraxia, picking up your distress beacon. Anyone down there?"
  17. Madeline Volkov

    "GINGER SNAP"

    STAR SYSTEM HR9038 35LY from SOL  "Grav pulse wave detected, Sargent Volkov," Baba Yaga's aged voice played over the speakers of the control room, six words that had Madeline going from asleep to painfully awake in a heartbeat. Thank God. Finally. Waiting was the name of the game in her chosen profession and doubly so in her specialization, but waiting alone as the only living thing on a dead planet in a dead system? That was a much, much different kind of waiting. Sleeping, well, resting anyway, in her power armor in case the pirates were on a short run and could blow out the air seal at any second? Doubling down on the discomfort and the uncertainty. Heroic efforts of her armor's recyclers aside, she was beginning to smell. A small thing, but one more thing to remind her how alone she was. And then suddenly she wasn't. The key to her return to civilization had been handed back to her, at least in part. And step one was easy enough. She reached out one hand and pressed a button to trigger a distress signal for the bunker. Combined with the wreckage in orbit, that should draw all but the most cautious close enough for a step two. Which step two? Well, that depended on Volkov's admittedly rusty people skills. "Yaga, find me where and what made that pulse. I need to know who I'm dealing with," she whispered, leaning forward in her chair, as the bunker's active instruments started scanning the sky.
  18. Third rate. Instead of first rate. Hah hah, funny guy. Well, at least he wasn't trying to pull that shit where 'your payment is good rep with me.' She'd left THAT behind and wouldn't miss it even a little. "Alright, sounds like something I can handle. Where's your friend and what's the system?"
  19. RHO, LUNA THE WRECK AT THE LAKE INSIDE THE DOME “Heads up Church, the cops should be getting something right about now.” Vaughn's voice materialized in Church's head Jordan's PPC buzzed and her commander's face appeared as a small VR construct “Kurosagi, You have a Kimura rep there to take possession of a security case?” “He's here.” “Alright verify his Identity, and if you don't have anything that points to this being more than incidental then the Identity of the deceased is a Kimura matter and incidental. Turn the case over and once core is extracted let him have that as well. As for the rest of it, how soon can you clear the site? This is probably going to get bumped up to a military case.” RHO, LUNA PHEADALON GARDENS AND SPA INSIDE THE DOME Tilda looked at her friend “Only what we have seen from the news. But most of our contacts in government have gone quiet. And one 'good' friend on Mars sent word that a Marine contingent left mars about three hours ago on an unscheduled training excersize. We think they are coming here.”
  20. RHO, LUNA THE WRECK AT THE LAKE INSIDE THE DOME Yet another twist in this. Someone first going to lengths to make Kwon appear a Kimura citizen, then someone now letting her have access to information proving he wasn't - rather thwarting their ability to gain access to the core, if not the case. It looked like he was going to have to pull strings and fast track the writ so they would have something to bring back to the Shogun.
  21. STAR SYSTEM HR9038 35LY from SOL  SANCTUARY 70 LY from Sol STAR SYSTEM HR9038 35LY from SOL The jump point flared out of existance and the ungainly ship, or rather ships, appeared in the mostly empty multi sun system. But the system wasn't completely empty on the barren moon where a small Apostate colony had existed until recently the gravity pulse of the Jump point reached the sensors tripping an alarm and waking Sgt Volkov from a troubled sleep. Aboard the Ataraxia Penny began the post jump systems check while the Apostate began setting up for the next jump. It was his intention to recharge spin up the drive nad get out with no muss and no fuss. He knew that there was a small enclave here, had traded with the in the past but they were also a bit on the shady side and he didnt feel like having to explain or take the chance that they might find them easy prey. “Captain,” Moxie's electronic voice came from near his ear, the volume low so that only he could hear, “Lidar is showing a lot of debris near the smugglers moon. Volume is consistent with a small ship. Not able to get any good returns though.”
  22. RHO, LUNA PHEADALON GARDENS AND SPA INSIDE THE DOME Yoyo rose from the mat with such precision and grace that it bordered on mechanical. It did not show up too often, but when it did, it could be a just a little off-putting, reminding those viewing Yoyo that she was far from natural. Tilda, though, had grown somewhat used to it since they had met. Everybody had quirks, after all, some were just a little more obvious than others. Yoyo turned to face her friend, pulling back her hood and revealing her hair in a bit of a poof at the front, gradually turning into single brain going down the back of her neck. Her hair, just like her skin, had the slightest metallic sheen in the candle light. She looked to her Tilda, her blue eyes glowing faintly in the dim light, and offered a small, reassuring smile. Even in a world with custom sculpted biosleeves, Yoyo's features were beyond exquisite, her smile almost seeming to be that of some ancient goddess showing her favor. "Of course not, my friend.", she said as she took Tilda's hand and place her other hand atop it in reassurance. "I makes me wonder as to who would do such a thing though. All of those lives, each with a chance at immortality and untold potential, just snuffed out." She looked back to Tilda and shook her head. "I thought the inaugural run was not for at least some days from now. If a statement were to be made, it would have been bust done with eyes on the rail opening day. This... was no accident, nor a political statement. This must have been something else." she said as she looked back over her shoulder briefly at the lit candles with a wistful sigh. "Have you hear anything about it? Who would even know the rail would be running today?"
  23. 'The Apostate'

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "Mox," Jericho looked as his daughter with fury in his eyes. His expression was one of pure irritation and a fatherly want to argue with his daughter. Penny looked at him, her lips pursed in a vain attempt to hold her ground and not look afraid of the righteous fury her father might bring down upon her for openly defying him and standing up to him. "Is that contempt I hear in your voice?" She decided to add a little snark to the mix, again in an attempt to show she wasn't afraid of him. "No," he was quick to answer. A little too quick. How could he fault her? How could he be angry at her for doing exactly what he'd taught her to do, and that was take charge of her life. To stand firm in the tempest that was her life as an Apostate and walk away stronger for it. He'd raised a leader, and she was showing it now. "It's pride. Moxie, swing us around and clamp the ship, we'll tow it out of the trade lane and take her somewhere where we'll be safe to go through her and load up her crew for returning to their families." He looked to Penny and smiled softly, his face void of any anger or irritation. "Okay, sweetheart, this is your baby," He motioned for her to head up to the bridge. "Show me what you got."
  24. Madeline Volkov

    "GINGER SNAP"

    STAR SYSTEM HR9038 35LY from SOL  Madeline considered her handiwork grimly. Her armor was streaked with blood and lubrication, weapons secured at her belt or on her back. Six dead Coalition Marines and their gear lay piled around and in the resurrection chamber, the grisly pile studded with expertly placed ammo packs and demolitions gear. Five cores nestled in one of her equipment pouches, the sixth lost to blaster damage, but she had done her duty, sawing into the skulls of her comrades so that they could be up and about like nothing worse than a bad training accident had happened to them. Well, so long as she got them all home anyway. She tried to put the unease aside and muttered a quick prayer under her breath, asking for the strength to overcome that which it was hers to overcome and the serenity to accept that which she could not. An exhale and a few quick step latter, she sealed the chamber containing her grisly labor. The click of a button then obliterated it all. Or at least made the chamber too damaged to use without repairs and removed the chance of more apostate looters claiming the gear left behind. The redhead didn't look back, stalking to the entrance and through to the airless surface, pausing only long enough to sneer at the fallen hulk of the monster that had downed her squad. She had no idea if it was a crazy drone or a particularly twisted sleeve she'd popped the core on, but it was dead all the same. Hopefully she'd be able to get some answers, but right now... The glowing orange light on her HUD indicated her 8 hours of air were counting down, and she had an hour hike to the launch point of the missile that killed the Dakota Mayer. Time to get going. "Yaga, give me those coordinates again. We've got ground to cover," she vocalized to her Agent as she turned her armor's cloaking field back on and began her hike towards what she could only hope was a way off world if she was skilled and lucky enough...
  25. SANCTUARY 70 LY from Sol Maverick grinned and spread her hands. "I figure I could drop everything I got on me and you'd still wonder if it was a good deal. In my case, it's not so much a question of what I have to offer right now, but what I can do for you." "For one, I used to be one of them. Lived on the other side. And I know, you're thinking 'bah, so what, plenty of people come across,' but recently? Lately? My intel's still good. Past that though, my big break moment...the whole reason I came over...was because I did it." She taps her left temple. "I set myself free. Now I'm still learning what that means, but at a minimum it means I can get into just about any system you've got." Anna then unrolled her sleeves a bit and held her hands up. "And of course, I'm a package deal. You work with me, you're also working with my friends." Black smoke came pouring out of her wrists, thickening in midair until it was thoroughly opaque, pooling into a sort of lump on the ground in front of her. The black lump then quivered and formed into a humanoid shape, and haltingly waved at Lark. it then started dissolving, streaming away into her arms again. "So you tell me, Lark. What would make this introduction I'm asking you for worthwhile?"
  26. RHO, LUNA THE WRECK AT THE LAKE INSIDE THE DOME The male cop, who was staring at Church, took a swig of his coffee, when Ryan turned his head slightly to look at him Ken held his cup up. “You want a coffee? They make a good cupa over at the support van behind the police line over there, where you should be. Over there, behind the line.” Jordan cut her eyes and suppressed a laugh. “Look Church we have a lot of work to do, if you can clear up the anomaly about Kwon and let us open the case so we can see that it's not pertinent to our case” she did snort a little laugh,”No pun intended. If you can do that I see no reason we cna't let you have what you want. You can eve accompany the body back to the recovery and they can make a priority on pulling his core for you.” Ken squinted and looked sideways at his partner but remained silent. Vagun was processing. How in the hell did some dumb cop find... what the.. the security safeties on the Kwon files had been shredded...someone let her in! RHO, LUNA PHEADALON GARDENS AND SPA INSIDE THE DOME Yoyo lit the last candle, so many gone. She had been watching the news feed ever since the building had shook some 6 hours earlier and the sky had been lit by a second sun only a few kilometers away. So many gone unrecoverable those with out back ups, gone forever. She was in the meditation room attached to one of the side building in the Garden Spa. Pheadalon was a tourist spa, with some of the most varied and rare plants and small fauna that could be found on Luna. Some of the wildlife had even come from real stock brought up the gravity well before and during the exodus. The rest were of course cloned. She had been here a little more than a year, back from her wandering she had touched all but one of the worlds that humans had settled and now she was back near the birthplace of her kind. Trying to teach by example. The moment before the door slid open she heard the foot fall without and a slight smile tilted the corners of her mouth into a small smile. She was facing the door still seated on the floor cushions when the tall woman came into the room. Tilda Baily was the perfect example of unmodified humanity. Oh she had some enhancements no one who served as long as she in the military, any military stay 100% pure it was just a fact now a days. Tall muscular, hair worn short, attractive if some what masculine for a woman. She was a well known and wanted terrorist who belonged to the Talons of Freedom. Her own freedom was due to the authorities not being able to convict her and also because of her public persona she was the unofficial negotiator with the government. Yoyo had met her when Tilda and representatives of the Government had held several clandestine meetings there at the Garden's as was their want. The two had quickly made an impression on each other and Tilda had started attending the spa and had even taken some instruction from Yoyo. The two had become friends. Yoyo was not really surprised by her appearance today what with all that was going on outside. “Before Yoyo could even say a greeting Tilda the door closing behind her stepped close shaking her head. “We didn't do it.”
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