Setting
This checkpoint guards Blue Heaven, with ominous cyborg-creatures holding scatterguns and stun-wands. Troublemakers beware!
Blue Heaven Airlocks and Checkpoint
This checkpoint guards Blue Heaven, with ominous cyborg-creatures holding scatterguns and stun-wands. The flickering holobanner states: [quote]WEAPONS FORBIDDEN[/quote] Troublemakers beware!
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| "out" to Blue Heaven Docks and Maintenance » | ||
Blue Heaven Airlocks and Checkpoint is a part of 
Blue Heaven.
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Tinker [216] Head of Station Security for Blue Heaven.
Klinkoro [6] An aquamarine humanoid robot.
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The man nonchalantly strolled toward the detention block of Blue Heaven's checkpoint, his curiosity piqued once more as he noticed a bit of commotion unfolding in that direction as well. Taking another leisurely sip from his bottle, his eyes darted around, scanning the scene in search of anything that might catch his particular interest. From his passive eavesdropping, he gathered that there had been some sort of chase involving a winged girl, a runaway pod, and a dubiously kidnapped girl by a cyborg, the details of which somewhat piqued his interest. What truly seized his attention, however, was the mention of a large ring-tailed creature that had somehow become entangled in the unfolding events.
"Ring-tailed? What the heck... Nah, nahh, it couldn't be?" he mumbled, his intrigue escalating as he considered the possibility. He rapped his forehead with his knuckles and squinted his eyes, deep in thought as he tried to make sense of the puzzling situation. He then waved at one of the security. "Excuse me, rent-a-cop? Can I see that weirdo who caused a scene earlier? I think he owes me money."
"Ring-tailed? What the heck... Nah, nahh, it couldn't be?" he mumbled, his intrigue escalating as he considered the possibility. He rapped his forehead with his knuckles and squinted his eyes, deep in thought as he tried to make sense of the puzzling situation. He then waved at one of the security. "Excuse me, rent-a-cop? Can I see that weirdo who caused a scene earlier? I think he owes me money."
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Delfye
(OOC: Apologies, this was supposed to be posted earlier)
Finally, after several more hours had gone by, the speaker in the cell crackled to life. ”Why have you come to Blue Heaven? What are your intentions?”
Huh. How do you like that? No introductions, no formalities, or threats. Delfye thought. They must be pretty scared. “I’m here to check up on a friend.” He replied simply and truthfully. The questioning did not last long.
“In light of your… special circumstances, GCIS has elected to drop all charges and set you free, so long as you agree to leave Blue Heaven.” It looked like Delfye was not going to be talking to any warm bodies--at least no GeneCorp ones.
“Okay.” Delfye shrugged. “How?”
“You will be provided with a ship, and a cargo manifest with a delivery roster. GeneCorp will pay two-hundred thousand credits, half up front, half upon delivery.” The disembodied voice replied.
The sammaran’s eyebrows rose. Apparently sometimes it paid to be a cursed monster. “I want one million. Also, you’ll file age-of-majority termination of the conservatorship for Aishe, daughter of Alim, publicly, with ICON.” If he was going to get turned into vapor, might as well get a good price for it.
There was a long silence. Delfye stood and faced the camera. “Have we reached an impasse?” He asked. “Do I need to create a different solution?” He tapped a finger to his ocular implant.
Not long after, Delfye walked free.
(To: Back to Docks and Maintenance)
Station Security
As much as they enjoyed the lack of oversight, that being independent contractors entailed, the station security personnel did not particularly ken to being called “rent-a-cops.” “Get yourself a mirror.” Was the growled reply to Tetsuo’s question.
A maintenance worker was more helpful. ”They let ‘im go. Turns out it was just a couple of those ---hole GeneCorper teens joyriding again.” The worker groused. ”If your talking about the owner of the pod they crashed, I think I saw him head back down to the docks, a little while ago. You probably just missed him.” That information might not be too helpful to Tetsuo, but--luckily--maintenance was not in any great rush to get to their next job, and the worker was more than happy to stand about jawing for a bit.
”Say; d’ya know what that thing on his face does?” The worker asked. He then proceed to describe Delfye, his ocular implant, and other cybernetic enhancements in pretty fair detail. If Tetsuo was very observant, he might recall having seen someone similar working on a light freighter back at the docks. If he wanted to go back and question the man, though, he would first have to extricate himself from the “conversation”--more of a monologue, really--with maintenance--which had turned to the worker’s favorite ZB team, and their pathway to this season’s championship.
(OOC: Apologies, this was supposed to be posted earlier)
Finally, after several more hours had gone by, the speaker in the cell crackled to life. ”Why have you come to Blue Heaven? What are your intentions?”
Huh. How do you like that? No introductions, no formalities, or threats. Delfye thought. They must be pretty scared. “I’m here to check up on a friend.” He replied simply and truthfully. The questioning did not last long.
“In light of your… special circumstances, GCIS has elected to drop all charges and set you free, so long as you agree to leave Blue Heaven.” It looked like Delfye was not going to be talking to any warm bodies--at least no GeneCorp ones.
“Okay.” Delfye shrugged. “How?”
“You will be provided with a ship, and a cargo manifest with a delivery roster. GeneCorp will pay two-hundred thousand credits, half up front, half upon delivery.” The disembodied voice replied.
The sammaran’s eyebrows rose. Apparently sometimes it paid to be a cursed monster. “I want one million. Also, you’ll file age-of-majority termination of the conservatorship for Aishe, daughter of Alim, publicly, with ICON.” If he was going to get turned into vapor, might as well get a good price for it.
There was a long silence. Delfye stood and faced the camera. “Have we reached an impasse?” He asked. “Do I need to create a different solution?” He tapped a finger to his ocular implant.
Not long after, Delfye walked free.
(To: Back to Docks and Maintenance)
Station Security
As much as they enjoyed the lack of oversight, that being independent contractors entailed, the station security personnel did not particularly ken to being called “rent-a-cops.” “Get yourself a mirror.” Was the growled reply to Tetsuo’s question.
A maintenance worker was more helpful. ”They let ‘im go. Turns out it was just a couple of those ---hole GeneCorper teens joyriding again.” The worker groused. ”If your talking about the owner of the pod they crashed, I think I saw him head back down to the docks, a little while ago. You probably just missed him.” That information might not be too helpful to Tetsuo, but--luckily--maintenance was not in any great rush to get to their next job, and the worker was more than happy to stand about jawing for a bit.
”Say; d’ya know what that thing on his face does?” The worker asked. He then proceed to describe Delfye, his ocular implant, and other cybernetic enhancements in pretty fair detail. If Tetsuo was very observant, he might recall having seen someone similar working on a light freighter back at the docks. If he wanted to go back and question the man, though, he would first have to extricate himself from the “conversation”--more of a monologue, really--with maintenance--which had turned to the worker’s favorite ZB team, and their pathway to this season’s championship.
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Tetsuo's grin gradually faded as the conversation strayed farther and farther off-course. Much of it had become "blah blah blah" in his mind. Though he did recall seeing the man described heading by.
"Yes, yes, thank you very much! But oh, look at the time! I better catch him before I die of o- I mean, he leaves! Also," Tetsuo pointed at the security officer from earlier. "You're funny, I like you, you're free to have my best medical services anytime."
With that he cackled wildly before taking another swig and stumbled off towards the docks waving his arm behind him.
"Yes, yes, thank you very much! But oh, look at the time! I better catch him before I die of o- I mean, he leaves! Also," Tetsuo pointed at the security officer from earlier. "You're funny, I like you, you're free to have my best medical services anytime."
With that he cackled wildly before taking another swig and stumbled off towards the docks waving his arm behind him.
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Miiya
(From: Starwind Plaza)
Getting out of the checkpoint was easy for Miiya, since she wasn’t carrying any contraband. Well, besides the copy of her GeneCorp ID that she’d picked up from its hiding place under a random loose wall panel in the central cavern. That wasn’t technically contraband, but she wasn’t supposed to have it. She had “lost” her ID, on the advice of the other interns, during her second week. Pretty much everyone in the youth program kept a spare ID stashed somewhere in BH. Nobody wanted to try to go through the hassle--and probing questions--of getting a temporary badge when you actually had yours stolen during an illicit late-night outing.
Miiya wasn’t sure what she was going to do with the duplicate ID, but there was no sense in leaving it behind. It would still be good until next week, so long as Big Bummer forgot to go back to badging and dig Miiya’s out of the pile of temporaries.
Maybe I can sell it to someone who does commercial burglaries. Serve those arflines right! She thought half-seriously, to herself.
(To: Docks and Maintenance)
(From: Starwind Plaza)
Getting out of the checkpoint was easy for Miiya, since she wasn’t carrying any contraband. Well, besides the copy of her GeneCorp ID that she’d picked up from its hiding place under a random loose wall panel in the central cavern. That wasn’t technically contraband, but she wasn’t supposed to have it. She had “lost” her ID, on the advice of the other interns, during her second week. Pretty much everyone in the youth program kept a spare ID stashed somewhere in BH. Nobody wanted to try to go through the hassle--and probing questions--of getting a temporary badge when you actually had yours stolen during an illicit late-night outing.
Miiya wasn’t sure what she was going to do with the duplicate ID, but there was no sense in leaving it behind. It would still be good until next week, so long as Big Bummer forgot to go back to badging and dig Miiya’s out of the pile of temporaries.
Maybe I can sell it to someone who does commercial burglaries. Serve those arflines right! She thought half-seriously, to herself.
(To: Docks and Maintenance)
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Miiya Aether
(From: The Docks)
Miiya was glad there was no que at the checkpoint. Miiya was focused on two things; Belle and food. Therefore, she didn’t have a lot to say to Tetsuo, and she certainly didn’t want to discuss the neoprimordial or breaking into GeneCorp in front of the station guards, so they mostly walked in silence.
(To: The Bazaar)
(From: The Docks)
Miiya was glad there was no que at the checkpoint. Miiya was focused on two things; Belle and food. Therefore, she didn’t have a lot to say to Tetsuo, and she certainly didn’t want to discuss the neoprimordial or breaking into GeneCorp in front of the station guards, so they mostly walked in silence.
(To: The Bazaar)