The Chain (Part One)

Oct. 26 - Caliban

"Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
But now the substance shall endure the like,
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine" - Shakespeare, 'Henry VI, Part I'

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Captain Ranimo stepped out of her fast pursuit craft onto the hanger deck. I was there to greet her.

"Hello Captain Ranimo, Welcome to Caliban."

"Hello Major Siamendes. Thank you."

"Please join me," I said.

"Yes Sir."

Captain Ranimo was the best tracker on my team. I called her in to take point on the Winterwolf arrest.

Cody Winterwolf was wanted for murder of an Alliance officer, Reginald Brigston. He was also a test subject for the Alliance Military, Research and Development. His eyes had been modified and there was a chip in his head designed to gather data on their performance. The chip was faulty but our scientists believed that it still contained useful information.

I felt some pressure to speed up Winterwolf's apprehension. Blue Sun CEO, x0x0 Zhangsun, had now taken a personal interest in this case, and I was concerned that she would attempt the steal the Alliance research.

Safeguarding the Alliance research superseded all other immediate concerns.

My aim therefore was to find and apprehend this criminal then transport him to an Alliance controlled medical facility on Zenobia to have the chip removed safely.

Once the chip was out, I would present the matter to Ms. Zhangsun as an accomplished deed. She may not by happy at losing an opportunity to steal the chip, but 'the boy' as she called him, would be healthy and safe.

He would still be under arrest of course.

Ranimo and I walked the length of the ship to a secure area in the aft, the doorway to which throbbed with an electrical barrier.

"A holding cell?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

She commanded the door to open and then close again.

"Good," I said, "... it recognizes your voice print."

"At least I know where I can take someone for interrogation," she replied.

I began the briefing, "Winterwolf remains high priority."

"I will make him my number one assignment."

"The chip in his head is malfunctioning," I continued.

"Malfunctioning?"

I elaborated. "Our scientists believe it is still collecting internal data but there appears to be some feedback. It will kill him and render the experiment useless."

"Does he need to remain alive?" she asked. "That will make it more complicated..."

"And harder to transport. I am sorry."

"Yes," she said. If she was disappointed, she did not show it. "It's okay. I will find a hover pad. Do we have a tranquilizer?"

"I will send you transit tubes," I said.

"I will attempt to retrieve him."

"I have faith in your special talents," I assured her.

"Yes and he is a man."

"Use whatever means you see fit. It is crucial that we be the ones to remove the chip. The facility on Zenobia South is ready and waiting."

"I understand but what information is it gathering?"

"He is testing a new set of eyes designed for military use."

"I understand."

"I will see that the file is forwarded to you," I promised.

"I understand."

"I want you fully briefed on this one, Captain," I added.

"Yes Sir," she replied.

I smiled.

"Do I use any means to aquire the subject?"

"Yes," I answered. I was pulling out all the stops.

"Then a young man should be easy to trick," she said.

"Do you need any resources?" I asked.

"Maybe some knock out drops and a wig."

There is a quartermaster on this ship," I remarked.

"I will get to him and requisition the necessary clothing, the pills and a tazer."

"Yes ... something dressy perhaps?" I asked.

"I was thinking a little un-dressy." she replied.

I smiled.

"So a flash bang grenade would make him useless," mused the Captain.

"Yes, but he will likely resist any form of aggression up front," I cautioned.

"I think he might be interested in my aggression," she countered cheerfully.

"Yes, that's true," I smiled.

"I will start my looking around MacLaren's Drift then work my way out to Hale's Moon."

"Very good," I replied.

Captain Ranimo saluted, "I am on my way Sir."

"Good luck Captain." I returned her salute.

"Thank you Sir," she said, "I probably will need it."

"He will only have eyes for you, Captain," I assured her with a smile.

The Daughter of the Witch

Oct. 25 - Caliban

"The stiffly held weapon will not conquer.
Hard wood will fall to the axe.
The tall and stiff is of inferior rank.
The supple and weak is of superior rank." Tao Te Ching, LXXVI

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The Weyland Futani technicians had gotten to work on Krenshar immediately after we arrived at the Command Carrier. They soon had him in pieces... probing, inspecting, downloading, uploading and doing whatever it is that they do.

I refreshed myself with a light meal and a nap then waited for the inevitable. Krenshar had allies and beyond that was simply valuable, whether whole or in pieces. Someone would be responding soon.

The inevitable took the form of a broadcast on a private channel. I recognized the voice immediately.

The message: You have something I want. I have something you want. Perhaps we can arrange a mutually agreeable exchange. I want the replicant, unharmed and intact. Are you interested?

I replied: I am always interested in mutually agreeable arrangements.

This time we would meet on my ground, not some pleasant cottage on a grey moon.

-----

"Ms. Zhangsun... good to see you again," I said with a smile.

"I'll get to the point," she answered curtly.

"Yes please," I replied.

"I want the replicant," she demanded.

Krenshar was not himself at that moment. His head was dettached from his body and in a specially prepared laboratory in the aft of the ship. The headless body was here with us.

Ms. Zhangsun offered me a piece of paper.

"I see," I replied. The paper indicated Ms Zhangsun was employed by Weyland Yutani at the time Krenshar was created.

"I have a special interest in him," Ms. Zhangsun added.

I folded the paper.

"I believe any claim you may have had to intellectual property rights will have been declared null and void when you left their employ," I said with some finality.

Ms. Zhangsun continued, "You are no doubt aware I did not complete my internship with the Alliance. One day short." She looked at the replicant. "My family owes you. One day. I will trade myself to you for one day in exchange for him."

"For one day..." Was she serious?

"Yes."

Then Ms. Zhangsun handed me a photograph.

"And this?" I asked.

"Open it," she demanded.

It was a picture of River Tam.

"My mother," she explained.

I raised an eyebrow. It took a lot to surprise me.

"Let him go. You have what you want. One day."

"And that is your offer?" I asked. "There is a little matter of accounting too... the cost for our facility on Caliban."

"Your facility?" she asked.

"The damages caused by your genetic construct LilyBell. Alliance Laboratory 81," I explained.

"Damages being exactly?"

"The fire she caused destroyed the research we were sponsoring there."

"My family has supplied your leaders with everything they agreed." Ms. Zhangsun said.

I fingered the photo again.

"My 'payment' to you will end any obligation between Blue Sun and The Alliance. One day. That is my offer."

"Oh come now Ms. Zhangsun," I began "... the relationship between Alliance and Blue Sun has been long a fruitful."

"It will be renegotiated. Things have changed," she said.

"I would rather this be the beginning," I countered,"... the beginning of something vibrant and new."

"There will be no further obligation. However, I will be continuing the research."

Trooper G. watched her carefully.

Ms. Zhangsun looked at the trooper. "Don't", she warned, "I will deal with you."

To my surprise, the Trooper nodded.

She turned back to me and continued as if nothing had occurred, "There is one other thing. A favor. I would consider it a...personal favor."

"Go on," I prompted.

Ms. Zhangsun handed me a card. It read: 'Cody Winterwolf. Remove the chips. From him and his brother which yes, I know about.'

"This is an interesting request," I replied. Small beer compared to Krenshar.

"As I said, a personal favor."

"Well," I answered "This I can accomplish... as a personal favor...and someday I may ask you for something similar."

She nodded and looked around the room." I think you will find our new labs...far superior to the last ones you may have toured. And, it is already staffed with scientists and 'volunteers'."

"I would enjoy seeing them," I said pleasantly, "and how is Mindo by the way?"

"It will be some time before they are open. My main scientist is going to be .. Ah. Yes. Mindo is being kept....busy."

I nodded.

She looked at her hands, but didn't try to hide the slight marks from where she obviously been slapping someone.

"I am having him returned to the institution, until he is safe to be around the population. Then he will be working in a secured area of the lab. He is...making good progress. Both in his socialization and in his work."

"I'm glad to hear that," I said.

"The Replicant cannot be disassembled like this for much longer. Of course you wouldn't know ..but..if you agree, it needs to be done now. If you trust me to return that is."

She looked at me directly in the eyes "...which you do," she added.

"Of course I trust you Ms. Zhangsun," I replied. "I am just considering the equations...."

There was nothing about this woman that I trusted. Everything about her screamed that she was bargaining in bad faith. She appeared to be trying some form of psychological manipulation on everyone in the room. Krenshar was exempt but that could be because he had no head.

However, if she was indeed who she claimed to be and was truly offering one day of service, a lot can be accomplished in one day. People can disappear. Governments can fall.

"And?" she waited.

"Very well ... one day plus our facility costs... in exchange for the replicant... and with the understanding that we will continue to work towards our common goals."

Ms. Zhangsun looked at the trooper with a slight smile. Did she not think I would see that?

"We will work toward our common goals, with a renegotiation of terms. One day." She places her hand on the headless replicant's shoulder very gently. "Please. I'd like to take him how, before its too late. Of course, I will verify that he is intact. Not modified."

"Naturally," I said.

"And I will know," she said softly, "As would he."

"This trooper needs to get to his bunk," she said suddenly.

"That trooper is fine," I corrected.

Trooper G. looked at Ms. Zhangsun oddly.

"Yes, he is," she said.

"Do you need laboratory space to reassemble Krenshar?" I asked.

"It depends what condition his...how he has been disassembled?"

"By Weyland Yutani scientists," I answered.

"Your technicians could put him into one piece, and I can activate him."

"Very well," I said.

x0x0 Zhangsun looked at the trooper again, started to say something, and then didn't. She smiled slightly, looked at the me, back to the man, and then stood looking at her own hands.

This one is dangerous and unstable, I thought.

"Troopers... please take the replicant to the laboratory on board," I ordered.

Once we were alone, Ms. Zhangsun turned to me. "About the boy. The favor."

"Yes?"

"He will be suspicious."

"If my reports are correct the chip is misfiring," I said.

"But he is in agony. The chip is failing. He has....yes. Are you capable of removing it? Or do I need to bring him in."

I nodded, "We have a facility waiting."

"I think I'd prefer to have it done somewhere neutral....I'm sure you understand."

"I'm sure he would too," I replied, "Where are you suggesting?"

"Hale's Moon surgical unit in West Town," she said "It's fully equipped."

The troopers returned with the now assembled replicant saving me from answering. Instead I said, "Ah, here is Mr. Krenshar."

Ms. Zhangsun studied him. She knelt down and did something to his left foot - what it was exactly, she did quickly so it was impossible to see what she did. The color of his lights changed from purple to orange.

"Is everything in order?" I asked.

Ms. Zhangsun whispered something in the replicant's ear.

"We will find out," she said

"The papers I gave you. I trust you will destroy them?" Ms. Zhangsun looked at me.

I said nothing. I promised nothing.

"System running at 100% what job is required of me," said Krenshar.

"Hello Krenshar," answered Ms. Zhangsun.

"Good day," replied Krenshar.

"We will expect financial compensation as we discussed," I said.

She smiled, so consumed with looking at the replicant that she did not appear to hear me. "We can go now, Krenshar," she murmured.

Krenshar said "System has found 137,236 corrupt files, shall I proceed?"

"Wait 'til we are onboard the ship. I would like to take a backup of them, even though they are corrupt."

Krenshar replied, "Orders received and understood."

Inwardly I sighed. So much for the Post Human Future.

"Please prepare interface for neural network," she instructed.

"System ready," supplied Krenshar.

"I will....begin as soon as we are in the air." She turned to me, "Major."

"Ms. Zhangsun," I said.

"Thank you," she nodded.

I inclined my head and smiled.

She addressed the replicant, "Krenshar. Please set course for ...Anywhere. Let's go for a ride."

He answered her, "Anywhere is not a known system in my database."

x0x0 Zhangsun smiled "I see". She led her prize away to her waiting craft.

-----

Once they departed the ship I nodded to the troopers, "With me."

From the bridge, we watched as the small craft complete its descent towards the Dome.

"I think the saviour of Caliban has arrived on the surface," I said dryly, "...with his prophet...x0x0 Zhangsun."

"She's planning something, Major?" asked Trooper G.

"Oh, I am certain of it."

"What can we expect?"

"Did you notice the color of his lights?" I asked them.

"Yes," Trooper G. added, "I had noticed."

Trooper F. remarked, "Rust orange."

"There were purple... Alliance," I explained.

"Things have changed," replied Trooper G.

"Things always change, Trooper," I said, "The secret ...is directing those changes."

The Hollow Man

Oct. 24 - Caliban

Kurtz: Are you an assassin?

Willard: I'm a soldier.

Kurtz: You are neither. You're an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill.

"Apocalypse Now"

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The doors over the landing pad slowly slid shut and the air hissed into the chamber to pressurize to life sustaining levels.

I flicked a switch on the transmitter and broadcast a message: *static* Mr. Krenshar... This is Major Siamendes...I have your bear... do you have my wolf? *static*

I did not wait for a reply. I climbed out of my X-313, opened the inner blast doors and began my ascent up the long ramp.

Someone times it's good to walk in unannounced. Surprise folks. Catch them with unaware. Other times a warning is in order. Draw people out. I had broadcast the message on the general channel. Anyone with their radio on would have heard that. My voice would have thundered across the dome.

I had Captain R ____ tracking Cody Winterwolf. It was she who contacted me to tell me that he and LilyBell had been captured and taken to Caliban. I decided to move fast in order to preserve the package. Winterwolf was worth more alive than in pieces.

I did not know what to expect on Caliban so for the first time in a while I was armed. I wore a breathing apparatus as I figured the immediate risk was someone cutting off my oxygen in the tunnel leading to and from the dome.

I came to the main airlock door. As I stood weighing the option of making my way to the surface and using the sewers to gain entrance, Alliance Door 7243 opened. There stood the replicant Krenshar Magic.

"Good day Ms Pepper," he said.

"Your bear," I said as I tossed it to the floor of the airlock. I wanted my hands free.

Krenshar looked at the bear, "I have nothing to pay for this with."

"You have Winterwolf. A bear for a wolf. A fair exchange."

Krenshar sighed, "I don't have him anymore."

"Oh?" I asked.

Krenshar continued, "I could not let the one I love be unhappy. I will find another path to take."

"Then perhaps you can get him for me."

"That would hurt the one I love and I cannot do that."

"I see," I added. I picked up the teddy bear and slipped it into the pouch on my leg. "So where is Winterwolf now?"

The inner door of the airlock slid open revealing a small crowd gathered just inside the dome. I recognized JJ from MacLaren's Drift.

She gasped. "Kren... just.... oh my God..."

She looked back over her shoulder as the door slid shut, tears running down her cheeks.

Krenshar continued, "It would be best to just take me now because I will not be able to pay for any of this.."

"Very well ..." I said.

"I will not struggle," declared Krenshar, "I will except my fate without a fight."

"Come along then," I said.

I opened Alliance Door 7242, and let my prisoner pass. Together, we walked down the long, dark tunnel back to the landing pad and my waiting craft.

Bear Hunt

Oct. 23 - Hale's Moon

“Give me a place to stand and with a lever I will move the whole world.” -Archimedes

-----

With x0x0 Zhangsun visiting Krenshar on Caliban I had a brief margin to search the settlement on Hale's Moon sure that I would be uninterrupted. I needed to find Aurora's bear for Krenshar.

More and more Blue Sun is exerting it's presence here. It seems they are the masters of corporate crawl and could teach the Zenobian Trade Association a thing or two.

In the Blue Sun compound, there was a swing set, a slide, a play land for children ...but no stuffed toys. I headed into the town itself and found my way to Lily's coffee shop.

Where are you Lily?

....and what are you looking at?

Following instinct more than logic, I traced the line of sight from the sign over Lily's coffee shop to the boarding house next door. It was there, in a room behind a purple privacy door, that I found the toy.

I could only guess at what significance it held for Krenshar.

Clones, Replicants and Other Duplicities

Oct. 23 - Caliban

I had three objectives for coming to Caliban.

First, on behalf of Deputy Lilybell, I wanted to try to convince Krenshar to stop 'cutting up cubs'. She approached me and her good favour would be useful. Besides, despite her eccentricities, dubious acquaintances, and shadowy origins, I found that I liked her. She was a fellow law woman, of sorts. My plan had been to speak with her about her request first, but then she and Cody Winterwolf had torched the laboratory on Caliban and had gone to ground. I would have to approach Krenshar directly.

Second, I wanted to inspect the damage for myself. It was a little known fact that the Alliance has been funding the laboratory and Krenshar's research on Caliban. Most people believe that the Alliance left Caliban after the Miranda Incident. It was more of a downsizing and outsourcing. I had UAP funds with me to restart the operation.

Third, I wanted to ensure that Cody Winterwolf if captured was unharmed.

As I approached the dome, I monitored Caliban radio traffic.

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**Mercedes Celestalis: Are there commercal flights to Caliban?**

**Krenshar Magic: This is Caliban control, we have not got any yet, the new ion cannons have just been installed.**

**Mercedes Celestalis: You have not paid for them, you naughty boy.**

**Krenshar Magic: This is Caliban control, may I ask your rank before I answer that question?**

**Mercedes Celestalis: I did not ask you a question that requires rank. Heard you are in the market for some cloning equipment. No warranty, you are a high risk.**

**Krenshar Magic: Yes I could be. I am not sure how I will be able to pay for them.**

**Mercedes Celestalis: We could make a trade.**

**Krenshar Magic: If you would like to come to Caliban and talk about your equipment I am sure we can work something out.**

**Mercedes Celestalis: Be there tomorrow. I will have arranged transport by then.**

**Krenshar Magic: We will expect to see you soon. Over.**

**Mercedes Celestalis: It's a date.**

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**Xzariya Khandr: Caliban control, this is Shephard Khandr. Do you know of any shipments arriving your station in the near future?**

**Krenshar Magic: We have a new shipping office opening next to the Cortex building: Sorrowman Shipping Ltd
He is very proud of his fleet of ships.**

**Xzariya Khandr: Thank you Caliban, Blessings upon you and yours.**

-----

I entered the dome and proceeded directly to Alliance Lab 81. I climbed the stairs until I came to the charred laboratory. The walls were blackened, the cloning tanks cracked.

"Mr Krenshar," I greeted the replicant has he entered the laboratory.

"Are you here under orders?" he asked.

"I am here to inspect the damages," I replied

"Under orders?" he pressed.

"And to talk with you," I added.

"Are you here for me?" he asked.

I did not confirm or deny anything. I was not ready to make this official. "I am here to talk. Was all the research destroyed in the fire?"

"Everything, what wasn't destroy was taken."

"What do you need to rebuild?" I asked as I tapped the surface of the growth tank.

Krenshar sighed. "To pay the Alliance, I owe them for two ion cannons and all the equipment in here."

"I have seen the notice on the wire... for LilyBell and Winterwolf..."

"Yes," said Krenshar, "The dome computer and two eyewitnesses have proved they where the ones to start the fire."

"...what do you plan to do next?" I asked.

"Fix Lilybell and Aurora as I have always been trying to do."

"She is concerned that you are 'cutting up' the cubs. Will you put her mind at rest?"

"You know where Lilybell is?" Krenshar asked.

"No," I said truthfully, "She sent me a message on a private channel."

"Aurora has been here with me for some time. Since she ran away everyone thinks I am dangerous but they don't really know me if they would think I would kill my own child.

"Mr. Krenshar...," I began.

He continued undeterred, "I mean they didn't ask me when they shipped her off. Why should I tell people when she comes to me crying and asks if she can live with me?"

Was that despair that I heard in his artificial voice? or some trick of my mind?

"Then why is Lily convinced...."

I stopped as in walked the ubiquitous Jai Raghilda. She really does get around.

"Well, well," I said, "Ms. Raghilda."

"Major," she acknowledged and stood off to the side.

Krenshar did not seem to notice the new arrival. He did however answer my half-formed question.

"Could be the unborn fetuses she stole from my lab. That is the last time I was her."

"Mr. Krenshar ...as a sentient machine... you could possibly be the next step in evolution. Why are you pulling the wings off flies?"

I glanced around the lab at the cracked growth tanks, aware of the dissection lab on the floor beneath us.

He didn't understand.

"Why would I pull the wings off of flies? They wouldn't be flies anymore."

"Lily asked me to tell you to stop cutting up the cubs."

"It's a metaphor," explained Ms. Raghilda helpfully.

"You want to cure your child..." I continued.

Krenshar interrupted, "I have the solution, but I don't have much time."

"Oh? Tell me what is your solution." I insisted.

Krenshar was resistant to elaborate. "I am not sure I can trust you with that uniform on. I owe the alliance way too much to mess up all I have worked for."

"I see," I replied.

"Is Mindo cooperating?" asked Ms. Raghilda. Her question surprised me. Good question.

"No, just x0x0." answered Krenshar, "She won't let me have Mindo because I would pull his wings off."

Ah, the machine that learns.

"Is this not an Alliance uniform?" I asked, returning to the original line of questioning.

"Yes it is," he replied, "That is why I asked if you came for me."

"Would you come if I asked?"

Krenshar sighed. "I would not fight you, but I need more time before I can come. I will come without a fight but I need more time. Once Aurora and Lilybell are repaired you can do what you want with me.

"Very well..." I decided "You will have your time..."

"I know this," continued Krenshar, "I sleep on the floor next to her bed every night and watch her get worse everyday."

He paused.

"There are 2 things I need to finish the job."

"Go on," I said.

"I need Aurora's teddy bear and 10 pieces of junk that are not really junk but they where sold by Lilybell."

I blinked, "I see." Actually it made no sense to me. The sudden absurdity set my mind momentarily spinning.

"Teddy bear?" asked Ms. Raghilda,"Like robot babies?"

"No," replied Krenshar, "It's her teddy bear, stuffed animal."

"Okay," said Ms. Ragihilda, "What about this junk?"

Krenshar explained, "The junk is really parts that are the same as my necklace."

"And how will that help?" I asked regaining my presence of mind and rejoining the interrogation.

Krenshar sighed, "x0x0 must merge then with Lilybell. This will fix what I have messed up.""

Fine, I thought. "Tell me about the necklace. "I took a closer look.

"It was a gift from Lilybell a long time ago."

"You care a great deal for her," I remarked.

"It makes us very close," said Krenshar.

"She is hurt by what you are doing," I pointed out.

"She made me who I am today. If she would just ask me I would tell her but people feel they need to guess at what I am doing and then spread rumors. I don't really care what people think, but ask if you want to know something..."

Jai Raghilda suddenly decided she needed to be somewhere else. "You will excuse me, I have a meeting. Mr. Krenshar, Major."

"Ms. Raghilda," I said as she departed.

Krenshar continued "...she understands me better than most, she just didn't bother to ask me. She took my subjects and ran and I haven't seen her since."

"Tell me about your subjects," I said.

"They were genetic tests on Aurora's DNA so I could figure out how to fix her."

"You grew clones of your child?" I admit I was horrified.

"I never let them develop they where because I wanted to make sure I was right, I couldn't hurt Aurora."

"But the clones were fair game..." I said following his line of logic.

He nodded.

"Don't you see how this would upset Lily?" I asked.

"No, she was worried about how much coin I was going to make. Aurora and Lilybell do not like each other."

I found this hard to believe. But you never know.... families, eh?

"Let me play back the message for you...from Lily then you can decide." I played back the recording

LilyBell Snoodle's voice echoed in the burned out laboratory: **Mercedes taked cubs and brain too. Not let Krenshar cut up no more cubs name Aurora. Thank you**

Krenshar was puzzled. "By you own organic laws, they where not alive yet, I do not see the problem."

I looked up at Krenshar, "Oh the problem is not with me... your problem is with Lily. I told her I would help."

"She will be returned to me soon or the order will just keep increasing the reward," Krenshar added with certainty.

"I see."

Krenshar continued, "I am not the only one to vote on this everyone of my brothers voted. I am just one of the 248 replicants on the moon."

"248."

"Yes, any replicant that seeks freedom is allowed to come to Caliban."

I nodded. "And what of Mr. Winterwolf?"

"I just want answers," said Krenshar,"If he is honest then nothing should happen, but if he tries to lie the order is not as forgiving as me. In my eyes he tried to destroy my family."

Time to get official.

"You are not to harm his eyes or the chip in his head," I instructed.

"These are Alliance property?"

"They are," I confirmed.

"Chip?" asked a mechanic working quietly in the rear of the laboratory and obviously listening in.

A big smile came to Krenshar's face.

I asked him again about the teddy bear.

"Do you have this bear?" asked Krenshar.

"I can get it," I promised. "Then perhaps the bear for Mr. Winterwolf.... unmolested."

Krenshar laughed.

I smiled.

"I can not say what the bounty hunters will do to him." said Krenshar.

Hands on my hips I looked about the laboratory. "Now.... looking at this lab.... what can I do to help you get back up and running. The Alliance wants it's research continued.

"I have found a way to get more DNA but I have nothing left to pay for new equipment."

"I can help with that," I said, "How much do you need?"

"I need a new one of these to grow my clones... and at least one of the large tanks. All three are for growing different parts but I can work around most of it."

"Now," I circled back,"... how are we .. you and I going to put Lily's mind at rest."

"Bring her to me and I can do that."

"That will be difficult ... she trusts me less that she trusts you..."

Krenshar proclaimed, "We are one. She is in me and I am in her."

"I see," I replied.

Krenshar frowned a little and looked at the floor, "I would give it up to save them both and it looks like the only way."

"You may have to find another way to fix your child. She makes no distinction between Aurora and the clones."

Krenshar suddenly stopped. "The dome is telling me there is a dangerous person in the dome to use caution. Did you send for more troops?"

"I did not. Like I said I came to talk."

The dome talks to him. Good to know.

"Unsafe," chirped the mechanic.

Krenshar paused, "hmm wonder what has the dome so spooked."

"Then we must be quick...," I said and I handed him some money.

"What is this for?" he asked.

"Use that towards restarting the lab," I replied.

"Is this money?"

"It is."

"I have lots of these papers," said Krenshar.

"Good, then you should be fine."

Exactly at that moment x0x0 Zhangsun walked into the room. She stopped and blinked.

"Ms x0x0," remarked Krenshar, "I see why the dome was spooked now."

"Ms. Zhangsun...," I said cheerfully, "A pleasant surprise."

x0x0 Zhangsun looks at me, then back at Krenshar "When you have a moment, I'd like to speak with you. I'll wait outside."

"A friend of yours?" I asked Krenshar.

"I am working with her, yes." he replied. "I will do as you ask."

"Thank you," I said.

The mechanic stopped his repairs and glared at the wall as though he could see Ms. Zhangsun standing behind it.

"Then I hope to see a report of the research once your lab is back up and running. I will in the meantime get the bear."

"If you have the proper clearance I will be happy to share it. Thank you Ms Pepper."

"Thank you Mr. Krenshar."

The mechanic nodded to me.

On the landing I passed x0x0 Zhangsun. I nodded in greeting, "Ms. Zhangsun."

"Major is it?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"Good day," she said curtly.

As I walked down the stairs, I could hear them.

Ms. Zhangsun's voice: "Close the gorram door!"

Krenshar's voice: "Ms xOXO,"

Ms. Zhangsun's voice: "What in the hell are you doing putting a bounty on Lily?"

Their voices faded as I walked away.

Cri du Pas Chat

Oct. 21 - Zenobia

Another paperwork day, and while not as pleasant as the last one, it was, at least, as productive.

I took a call from Trade Association Delegate, Jai Raghilda.

"I have someone that can help you," she began. "I have located the salvage broker. Mercedes Celestalis."

"You mentioned her on Gateway, yes, and do you have a location?"

"She is back on Eavesdown in Persephone."

I nodded, "Thank you, that is useful. Did you find Cody Winterwolf?"

"He was in MacLaren yesterday."

No surprise, I thought, that is where I saw him last. "And did you get the information that you wanted?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"After the arrests are made I will trade you for the file." She referred to arresting those responsible for black market organ harvesting. The file was the data disk Winterwolf had had in his possession detailing reaver control experiments.

"That is agreeable," I said. "On another matter... have you been to Splintered Rock?"

"Not lately, but soon."

"I have to meet the Governor. I know you are a good negotiator."

"I have some good luck," she conceded.

"I wonder if you would like to join me on that trip."

"I would. What is the objective of the meeting?"

Straight to the point. I was beginning to admire this one.

"At this point, we need to make formal introductions... learn a bit about their world ... who is who, that sort of thing."

"They have a lot of factional politics."

"Yes, and all the more reason to meet the people involved before establishing any kind of formal relation." I left details out. She could do her own math.

"Agreed," she replied.

"Very good then."

"I am not letting Mercedes know that you will be looking for her." She drew us back. This was important to her.

"I appreciated that."

"She is the link to the organ leggers. I am hoping that you can get her to flush out the organ leggers and you can maybe get your contact with Ardra."

This was her price it seems.

"That would be helpful," I admitted.

"But she is the best hope for you to get in touch with Ardra."

"Thank you again for your help."

"A pleasure doing business with you, Major."

"And with you Madam Delegate."

And so ... an understanding after all.

-----

Oh, and then there was this message waiting on my private channel:

**static** This a message for Alliance. **Mercedes taked cubs and brain too. Not let Krenshar cut up no more cubs name Aurora. Thank you**

Brooke

"Praising what is lost, makes the remembrance dear" - Shakespeare

-----

Sentry didn't remain in Alliance custody for very long. Shortly after I left the Alexander, he managed to secure himself what commonly known as a 'jackrabbit parole'. The Watcher Drones on board the ship indicated over a dozen people arrived to rescue him, proving once and for all the value of a good bartender on the Rim.

Damage to the ship itself was moderate. With incendiary rockets in two of the security guns, there would be severe burns among the rescuers. The blood stains on the ship will keep a forensic team busy.

I had no idea if Brooke was in the raiding party. She would know enough not to get hurt if she was.

Brooke.

Seeing her the other day on MacLaren's brought back a few memories.

My first day at the Academy...

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Londinium - First day at the Academy

The other cadets on my shuttle from Zenobia were all men. Big, solid farm boys all destined to become ground pounders. Great lions and mighty bulls. Spirits high, two of them engaged in a little good natured shoving as they gathered up their packs. We disembarked.

Merging with the crowd of fresh faces streaming off other craft, we reported in at a desk on the flight deck floor set up for new recruits. Smiles and waves at the boys from home and I was suddenly on my own to find my way to the Women's Barracks.

I paused for a moment at the top of the platform and looked back out over the flight deck.

Taking in the sights, the sounds, the sea of grey uniforms arriving from all points of the UAP, I felt a sense of peace, of calmness deep inside, the feeling you get when you know you are exactly in the place you are supposed to be.

I turned and went up the wide ramp to find my billet.

The door murmured as it opened with a quiet "Access granted".

My assigned barracks were small. Five beds in total. Two on either side of the door and three against the back walk. A table and chairs took up the space in the centre of the room. My new home.

Across the room, a young blonde woman with freckles was checking the springs of the center bed. I approached her.

"Hello... my name is Pepper"

She looked up to see me. "Hello," she stated quietly. "I'm Brooke, Brooke Alexander."

I smiled and extended my hand. "Are you from Londinium?" I felt aware of my rustic accent.

Brooke shook her head. "Shinon." She gave a smile and a jump on the side of her bed. "My parents are farmers there. More like estate owners really. Make the best chocolate in the 'verse."

"I come from a farming community too... I'm from Zenobia." I looked at the bunks "This one must be mine," I indicated the one on the left as you face the wall.

Brooke gave a little grin. "Farm girl?" she said then shrugged. "My parents hire some people from Zenobia sometimes. Heard it's not that bad." She smiled. "What made you join Alliance?"

"I always wanted to see the stars... and of course serve my planet. What about you?"

"Pollution that bad?" she teased. "I just wanted to get away. You know. Adventure, and I love to fly. Learned a while ago."

She then looked at me. "You know any tricks?"

"Tricks?" I'm thinking, what, like card tricks?

"You know. You going to be a pilot, right?"

"Oh no ..." I replied, "I scored high in 'Games and Theories'. I'm set to go into Military Intel...maybe even Justice." I chuckled, "I'm good at puzzles... and I never give up."

Brooke laughed. "Oh, really?" she said leaning forward. "You're going to get to interview prisoners. That is going to be great. I'd love to do intel, but I want to be a pilot even more. I hope they put me on the dangerous cases." Brooke grinned.

"Meet anyone else yet?"

"Just a few people in the hall. You?"

"A few people. Guy named Chai and a guy named Sanders. Sanders is cute as heck too." She then pulls her legs up close. "So, kiss many boys on Zenobia?"

I laughed, "Maybe."

Brooke pats the bed next to her. "Come sit. And tell." Brooke just smiled as I climbed onto on the bed. "So, who have you seen here that you would kiss?" she winked. "You have to admit the guys are good looking."

Brooke's natural, friendly manner was infectious. I found myself opening up to her despite my natural reserve, "Well, there is this one guy I saw walking out of medical... I don't know his name but he is a Captain...that means Doctor."

"Oh? what'd he look like." She then laughed. "Going for the Captains already?"

I laughed quietly.

Brooke grinned. "Smart girl. Until they're old enough to be captain they're not worth your time."

"Dark hair and eyes like hawk...and his hands..." I continued.

Brooke smiled. "Oh? You should ask him to examine you."

I looked up as another new arrival appeared, a young woman with dark hair in a long braid. "Hello," I said.

Brooke also noticed the other girl coming in and smiled. "Hey There." She gave a nod. "I'm Brooke Alexander."

"I'm Pepper Siamendes," I added.

The new young woman smiled "I'm Katherine Aldrin but most people call me Kat." She chuckled "and I've heard that 'oh let me examine you' line before."

Brooke gave nod to me then laughs. "But she wants to be examined."

"Hi Kat...where are you from?"

Katherine smirked, "...around."

I chuckled. A private person.

Brooke grinned. "Parents were nomads?"

"Hehe, something like that," answered Kat, "Where are you girls from?"

"I'm from Zenobia," I said.

Brooke grinned, "I'm from Shinon. My parents own a plantation there. We make chocolate....Best in the 'verse." Brooke then reached for her bag and gave each of us a piece. "Here, try it."

"Oo thank you," I said, delighted at this new development.

Katherine took the square, "mmmmm ..... I haven't had good chocolate in ages..."

I carefully tasted the chocolate savouring each nibble.

Kat smiled bashfully, "Thank you, it is good."

"It's fantastic," I corrected, "Thank you!"

Brooke smiled, "Don't eat it too fast or you get this really weird high." She laughed. "But anyway. Yea, it'll be my job to keep us supplied in chocolate."

I laughed almost choking on the sweet.

Kat grinned "Well, I'll know where to come for the supply then."

Brooke winked at Pepper. "It will be yours to keep us supplied in men. You got the cute face."

I had to laugh, aware that my nose was too small, "I'll be sure to pass them along."

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That was then. This is now.

Innocent times.

A lot of time has passed since that day. A lot of adventures. A lot of tears. A lot of choices.

Nothing even came of things with me and the doctor with the remarkable hands.

Brooke would ultimately marry Sanders. He would die. She would leave the service. Now, she is a trader. A new life she calls it.

And now, with the Special Investigations Unit, I am focusing my investigation of the illegal sale of blastomeres on a certain Teetopwillie Neiro.

It would seem that Brooke and I each have an interest in the same man.

The Crucible

Oct. 9 - Alliance Transport, Alexander class, orbiting Zenobia

Sentry Swashbuckler Interrogation

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"Hello Mr. Boomslang."

The bounty hunter was standing in the hall when I emerged from the galley. It was the day after we had apprehended Sentry Swashbuckler on MacLaren's Drift.

He nodded in greeting. "How's yehr prisoner doin'?"

"I am about to go take a look."

Mr. Boomslang looked at the two figures in the hallway and jerked a thumb at them, "Droids?"

"Yes. They activate under fire." I refrained from mentioning that they didn't stop either.

Mr. Boomslang nodded, his eyes narrow. He had no love for AI's takin' the jobs what should be for humans it seemed.

"I will go see the prisoner." I paused for a moment preparing myself for what was to come.

"I'll wait here," the bounty hunter drawled.

The double doors to the holding cell hissed open and closed as I entered.

My prisoner lay on his bunk and moaned a bit.

"Sentry..." I said gently, softly.

Sentry Swashbuckler turned over, "Huh?"

"How is your arm?" I asked.

"Oh, its better, thanks." He got up from the bed.

"So how is your memory?" I offered him a fresh coffee.

"As fuzzy as a slipper apparently… Takes time to wake up. Nice bed there." He nods to the cushion. He took the coffee, "Thanks... you know, you are gonna give the Alliance a bad name. You’re not supposed to be this nice."

"I want to hear more about the blastomere transaction."

He sipped from the cup.

I continued, "The man you mentioned... the one doing the buying… describe him."

Sentry looked up. "Told you yesterday, I didn’t see who they were. Just heard words."

"Then describe his voice."

"Medium timbre, not the best English speaker I ever heard... lot of 'gots' and 'haves' that don’t need to be plural."

"And the accent? Where was he from?"

Sentry thought for a second. "Not rightly sure. Hard to tell sometimes with all that noise. Sounded rimward though."

I pressed. "Have you heard his voice before? How often does he come into the bar?"

"Heard all those voices before…. Traders in and out of there a lot… That’s what makes 'em so hard to figure out."

I switched targets, "And the other person ... doing the selling…describe the voice."

Sentry took another drink. "Deeper voice, but female, I think... hard to tell sometimes."

Good, I thought. "Okay and what was she wearing?"

He shook his head. "If it was a female... and I said I couldn’t tell... she'd be wearing dresses. Well... maybe." He looked at me in my uniform then continued, "I hear things. I tend not to look at people, makes 'em nervous. And nervous traders don't do business."

"Go on," I encouraged, "Tell me about that."

"I've been able to get lots of traders to come to MacLaren's and specifically Prosperity. They come for the music, the drinks, and the chance to do some business. Nothin' wrong with keepin' trade alive in the Black. 'Specially on a small dirt ball like Mac's."

"Tell me about some of them. Who is the most active trader?"

Sentry shook his head. "You…You're not understanding me... I *don't* look at them. How should I know who's most active?"

"You do know the names of people," I stated as a matter of fact.

"I know who goes in and out, yes."

"Tell me about them…who goes in and out."

Sentry shook his head again. "You already have a camera watching the place... you don’t need me for that."

"As we left yesterday, you told your friends to ‘tell Immi and Duncan’…tell me about them."

Sentry stopped mid drink, and looks at me. "You're kidding..."

"No," I replied. "I want to help you but I need you to help me."

Sentry became emotional. "You want to help me into a grave, is what you're doing. You know damn well and good who they are. Everyone in the 12th is on your radar."

I shrugged. I would not comment. I would give him nothing to press against.

"The 12th... Independent Calvary? You really don't know?"

"Suppose you tell me."

Sentry became intractable. "Suppose I don't..."

I sighed. "Sentry ... you have a murder charge against you. I can have that charge removed." Then as if conceding I said, "Okay…."

He looked at me curiously.

"I just want you to talk," I said reasonably, "about MacLaren’s and the people who are there. I am not asking you to betray anyone."

Sentry mumbled, "The hell you aren't..."

Time to show him how far we have come together.

"So, we have now established that Duncan and Immi were in the 12th."

Sentry closed his eyes, as if he just let some information out he didn't intend to.

I continued, "Shall we continue down that road? Or go back to the traders in genetic material? Who would you like to protect more?"

Sentry sighed, "Now we see the sneaky come out…Either give up the people that put their lives on the line for me, or some traders that I'm not even sure who they are. Nice set of choices there."

"Well, you may not think you remember details about those traders...but you might be surprised what information you picked up."

He nodded.

"You will have seen something... you just need to play with the memory. Let it unfold." I stated, "A woman with a deep voice offered to sell blastomeres to a man from the rim."

Sentry wasn’t ready yet. "Don't you people use intimidation and drugs and such to make that happen? Isn't that how the movies go?"

"Would you like that Sentry? I told you I want cooperation…now and in the future."

Sentry said sarcastically, "Oh sure, drug me up and make me sing like a canary."

"…. in return I will keep you safe from these charges and if the information you provide is helpful we can arrange further benefits. Do you want to pour drinks from the rest of your life? Think about that."

Sentry grinned, "You really should read your information better. Bartender is what I do to help the people at Mac's. It's not all I can do."

"What would you like to do?"

He shrugged, "Same as I do now. Keep people protected."

"A mechanic and a medic....on a backwater planet like MacLaren’s. You know you can do better…that you deserve better."

"I've been in the Alliance army. I know what better is. You ain't got that."

"And what about the private sector in the Core. Your services would be highly valued." I tried again. "A woman with a deep voice offered to sell blastomeres to a man from the rim. Fill in the details."

Sentry stopped and thought for a second. "Go on..."

"A woman.... in pants….in a dress?"

"Only females I've seen are the traders in pressure suits, and the Companions in dresses. Oh, ..and Brooke."

"She was in a pressure suit then. She was a trader. Her voice was deep."

"Kinda have to be...Sounds right so far."

"And she knew the man… she must have known the man."

Sentry stopped me. "Don’t know about that. Traders pair off and talk all the time, even those that don't know no one."

"What did she say again?"

"Something about needin' to get rid of blastomeres... didn't say much else that I could hear," he replied.

"Where were they sitting?"

"In the bar?" He chuckled. "Probably came up for a drink, or I never would have heard them."

"They were at the bar. What was the woman drinking? What was the man drinking?"

Sentry answered, "He had moonshine, the other one was tequila... she brought her own."

Gotcha, I thought. "You served him a drink."

"That’s why I'm called the bartender."

He hadn't realized yet. "You passed him a drink. Remember the moment…. his face... his hand taking the drink. Who was he, Sentry?"

Sentry suddenly got panicky. "Um, I don't know..."

I smiled.

He tried not to look at my face.

"It’s okay Sentry..." I purred. "It will be okay. Tell me who it was."

Sentry turned away. "I'm not talking any more."

"You know him. He’s a friend."

Sentry shook his head.

Back up, I thought, too far. "You know him."

Sentry stammered out, "I'm not answering you any more!"

"Do you fear him?" I asked.

Sentry chuckled, "You should..."

"Oh and why is that?" I challenged. "Why should I fear this man?"

He started to say something, then shut his mouth and turned back around. I pressed my advance, "Why should I fear this nameless man? Is he well connected? Is he a crime lord?" I chuckled.

Sentry’s eyes got big. "Crime lord? On Mac's?"

"So why should I fear him? What can he do to me? What are his plans?"

He smiled a bit, "Traders don't get to be big ‘cause they roll over easy."

"So he is a big trader," I replied.

Sentry closed his mouth again.

"One of the big names…like who?"

Sentry snorted a bit. "Go watch your surveillance."

"We have established this is a man…."

"You'll see him," promised Sentry

"… so that rules out Brazen and Raghilda."

Sentry looked away. I’m close.

"Sentry ... you have to think about this.... you are accused of murdering an Alliance soldier…"

"Apparently that isn’t gonna change either," said Sentry.

I continued, "…this man, this big trader…He is trading in illegal genetic material. You have the chance to do something right."

He looked at me quizzically. "Right, by whose standards? 'Cause the way I see it, I'm giving you a lot of info you didn't have. Those blasto-whatevers are gone. GONE. Even if I did tell you that ... someone had them, they probably don’t have them any more."

I was undeterred, "But you do know who bought them.."

"I know someone TALKED about them. That’s about it."

"You sold the man a drink. You recognized him."

Sentry sighed, "Yes, we went over this. A moonshine."

"He is a big trader. What is his name?"

Sentry shook his head. "No."

"That’s the last question...." I offered

"Good. Cause it’s the last I'm answering for today."

"The only question and then we are done," I promised, "What was the trader's name?"

Sentry was firm. "Answer is still no."

I smiled. "Okay..." I said. "You are right. You deserve rest… but tell me this: why should I fear this man?"

"That’s your choice," replied Sentry. "Fear him or not, he's gonna be around a long time. Power begets fear. Alliance knows that well as anyone. You sure use it enough."

"So he is powerful…" I wouldn’t let up.

"Getting there..."

"Lots of ships, offices…" I added. "Where does he trade?" Innocent questions, but not here, not in this room.

Sentry realized it too. He clearly didn't like where my questions were going. "Try looking at your surveillance. You know where he trades from."

"He trades here? On Zenobia?"

Sentry laughed a bit. "Is that where this is? I've never been to this part of the 'verse."

"Then where does he trade from?"

"Check. Your. Surveillance." he said emphatically.

"I will say the name of a place…just answer yes or no…Hales Moon?"

"You really expect me to answer those?"

"Yes I do Sentry." I sounded like his older sister.

"Well, wish in one hand, and... you know the rest."

"You have spirit," I laughed then shifted again. "How is that arm?"

Sentry looked at it. "It's fine... why?" Then he noticed it start to itch. "Sure hope that it’s healin..."

"It is bleeding though the bandage. Tell me what else this man trades in."

"He's a trader... probably lots of stuff."

"The legal items that you know of….. food? medicine? water?"

"Lots of water. Some meds, cause Prosperity needs tons of them."

"A water trader," I repeated.

And then I was done. "Splintered Rock," I said. Even to me the words sounded like glass breaking.

Sentry looked down and cursed in a whisper.

The tension drained from the room.

There was only one possible trader that fit the scenario. Works the MacLaren’s run. The big water trader on the Rock. The man who has the blasotmeres. Teetopwillie Neiro. The next link in the chain.

Sentry had done well. He had come a long way.

"It will be okay Sentry. You did the right thing. Now why don't you rest..."

Sentry laughed, but not happily. "I'm glad you think so..."

"… and soon I'll have someone bring in some food and a change on the bandage."

"Yeah, ok..." he said as he crawled back onto his bed. He turned to face the wall.

I smiled at him as gently as I could.

Satisfied, I left the prison cell and headed for my shuttle.

Prelude

Oct. 8 - Alliance Transport, Alexander class, in transit

"You tossed a blanket from the bed
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted" - T. S. Eliot

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The door of my cabin hissed closed behind me as I stepped into the corridor. We were now on board an Alexander class Alliance transport, leaving MacLaren's Drift orbit on route to Zenobia. A standard in the Zenobian fleet, the Alexander is adaptable in carrying cargo, research supplies, fuel and, in this case, prisoners.

I heard Sentry's voice as I approached the detention cell. "Better than some places I've been. "

I could hear Mr. Boomslang making our guest feel comfortable. "This'll be yer home away from home...enjoy."

"Um, ok... I'll try," answered Sentry

"Thank you Mr. Boomslang," I said as I reached the door.

"Well an' if it ain' room service. Yeh need me fehr anythin' else, Cap'n?"

"We will go back for Mr. Winterwolf next time," I said.

Sentry did not to react.

Mr. Boomslang nodded, "Jes lemme know the time and day."

"All in good time," I added, "Your payment will be in the usual fashion."

Brillig Boomslang gave the prisoner one last look and then stepped out into the corridor.

"There's somethin' people can't complain bout the Alliance...yeh pay yehr bills on time."

"We pay for good service," I offered, "Thank you once again."

Mr. Boomslang nodded.

"Kinda small in here..." Sentry chipped in.

"I would like a few words with our guest here. You are welcome to the galley."

Mr. Boomslang nodded again and stepped away to give us privacy. I entered the cell and locked the door behind me.

Sentry smiled. "So, whats new?"

There had been enough dancing tonight. I got straight to the point.

"Very simple," I stated, "I will have the charges against you dropped in exchange for some cooperation."

"Sounds easy enough," replied Sentry.

I continued, "We are interested in the increase in trade between Hale's Moon and MacLaren's. I want details. I want information. In exchange you get a clean slate."

"Shouldn't you be asking someone that actually DOES the trading?" demanded Sentry.

"You are well placed," I explained.

"I'm a bartender," said Sentry, "That's as far as I go. I wish there was more... my pocket could sure use it... but that's it. I sling drinks, people come in, talk, and go their merry way."

"People talk," I said.

"Hell, give 'em 'nough alcohol, and they even have sex. Not my business."

"Information is what I want," I stated plainly.

"Might want to be a bit more specific. I don't run the routes, I don't know who goes from one place to another."

"But you can find out," I countered.

Sentry quirked an eyebrow. "So that's it.. you want a mole."

I said nothing. He could do his own math.

"Tell ya what...." said Sentry, "I can tell you what has been moved, but not by whom or when."

We had entered the marketplace. He knew what I wanted. I had something he needed. He would now try to buy his way out with minimal cost to himself.

"And why hold back on who?" I asked.

"Cause I don't know who. Bars are loud, in case you didn't notice. Voices get mingled. I can't tell one from the other. But words... some of them ring bells."

"Well I will tell you what then. I will keep this warrant nice and safe and when I feel I have enough good information to make me happy... then everyone gets their cookies."

I smiled.

Sentry laughed a bit. "Enough information... and of course, there's no limit to what exactly is enough, now is there?"

"No," I agreed, "Like Brooke said...paperwork is slow."

"Yeah... Brooke. Gonna have to talk with that little one about why we saved her ass before."

I became defensive. "She is a good woman... she saved a lot of lives today."

"She does that a lot. As do I."

"Then do we have an understanding Mr. Swashbuckler?"

"What I understand, is that you have all the cards. And I don't have squat."

"Oh sir... You have the choice to cooperate with the law... and the chance for a new life without those charges hanging over your head."

"Or?"

"Or you face persecution for these charges." It was all very simple.

Sentry sat down against the wall and sighed. "Lemme see if I can remember what it is you need me to remember, and we can talk again soon."

"Very well. Think about my offer." I turned to go. Some time alone might help him contemplate the nature of imprisonment.

"One thing before you go...." he added suddenly.

"Oh?" I asked.

"The blastomeres are gone."

My heart started pounding. This was unexpected. This was supposed to be a routine arrest with one of two outcomes: Sentry cooperated and became a source of general information on the trade situation on the Rim, or he went to jail. I did not expect information on a critical case from such an unlikely source.

"Go on," I said softly, delicately.

"That's all. Someone was trading them, and they are gone. Don't know where."

"And tell me how you know this," I pressed.

Sentry knew he had touched a button. He chuckled, "Told ya, I hear words. That isn't one you expect to hear on the Rim, in a bar, without it stickin'."

"Tell me exactly what you heard and how."

Sentry shrugged, "I was washin' mugs, when I hear someone sayin' they wanted to offload blastomeres, and some other guy went for it. They got real hush-hush once the second fella's interest was up."

"Two men?" I asked.

"Second one was. Couldn't tell if the first was or not. Deep voice though."

I twisted my mouth in thought. How shall I pursue this?

"Anything else?" I asked.

"Nope. Best I can remember. Figured it might make you better at delivering cookies."

I laughed a merry little laugh. "Why Mr. Swashbuckler that is exactly the sort of information I am looking for."

"Um, ok..." he replied.

I think he expected a different response.

He pointed to his arm. "Can I get a bandage for this? Hurts like hell."

"Your arm? Certainly. Let me see it."

Sentry put his arm out, showing the nail marks Brooke left. "Damn blonde drew blood too..." he complained.

I knelt down beside him and gently examined his arm. Those were deep claw marks. Whatever was she thinking?

"Hmmm. Okay ... I have some salve."

"Thank you."

I returned from the Infirmary with the supplies that I needed and gently applied a salve to Sentry's wound. I wrapped the arm with clean bandages.

"There..." I said. It would have to do until he could get better medical care.

"Thanks, that's much better."

"Try the bunk," I suggested. "You should rest."

"Will do," he replied.

I nodded. I had a big day planned for us tomorrow.

MacLaren's Drift

Oct. 8 - MacLaren's Drift

"Damn'd art thou, Faustus, damn'd; despair and die!
Hell calls for right, and with a roaring voice
Says 'Fautus! Come! Thine hour is come!'" - Marlowe

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The wind stirred up the dust into a small spiral that scurried across the ground before falling exhausted at the edge of the plateau. I had come to MacLaren's Drift to apprehend a man. Colonel M______ had given the order to put pressure on Sentry Swashbuckler. According to the Colonel, Mr. Swashbuckler was reputed to have some knowledge of the trade between Hale's Moon and this little haven of outlaws.

It didn't take long to find an outstanding warrant that I could use to bring Mr. Swashbuckler in to have a little chat.

I climbed down the steep embankment and headed for a point just past the bridge across the stream from the local tavern.

In the shelter of a broken hull waited a bald, solid looking man with a full beard.

Brillig Boomslang. He was professional tracker who worked for the government on a freelance basis. He had located Mr. Swashbuckler and had notified my department. He would now assist as backup in the arrest and in the transporting of the criminal.

"You my contact?" he drawled.

"Mr. Boomslang," I said.

He nodded curtly, once.

"Did you track Swashbuckler here?"

"I wouldn't be here otherwise," he grunted.

I smiled warmly, "Naturally Mr. Boomslang. Shall we then?"

"Lead the way, sweetpea."

Oh, did I mention he was a charmer?

We made our way across the small bridge that led to the local tavern. I led the way to a group of crates that sat at the corner of the yard. They provided good cover and a clear view of the main entrance and both ends of the building.

"There will be an exit at the end of that building," I explained.

Mr. Boomslang eyed where I pointed.

"You can cover the exits from here if need be. I will go see our friend."

Mr. Boomslang nodded. "I'll be waitin'" He patted his pistol.

I nodded and headed for the entrance.

The tavern was a dismal affair. It smelled of beer and engine oil. A crowd was gathered inside of about eight to ten people. Most were standing. A few were seated. The bartender was at his post.

I surveyed the scene.

A Slender, Dark Woman steadied herself on the bar as she spoke with a Shepherd. "Well no Cursa," she said. "Only ladies who are interested in your..um services.."

The Shepherd she spoke with would then be Cursa. Cursa Charisma. His picture had been in the Cortex News as one of the persons injured on Splintered Rock in a recent attack against off-worlders.

The bartender spoke "Hello, Welcome to Boot...." He stopped mid-sentence. This was the man that matched the description of Sentry Swashbuckler.

A Tall Man standing nearby frowned and whispered, "Trouble."

A Woman Drinking Tea looked up from her drink and frowned slightly.

The Slender, Dark Woman noticed the sudden tension and surveyed room carefully.

The Shepherd turned around slowly.

I smiled.

"Good Evening," I said.

Sentry Swashbuckler recovered his composure."Hello, how can we help you?" he asked.

"Yes..." I began and I approached the bar.

Then I heard a familiar voice.

"Hello officer."

I turned and noticed her. A blonde woman. Freckles. It was Brooke.

I could not help it. I smiled slowly.

She looked away and played with her hair.

I turned back to Sentry.

"Mr. Swashbuckler?" I asked.

"He was here earlier," he replied "but I think Lerch turned in his papers."

The tension in the room rose steadily. The Tall Man lowered his hand, brushing his sidearm. The Woman Drinking Tea set down her cup and rested on her hand on the butt of one of her guns. A Woman Wearing Purple watched the scene at the bar carefully.

"Well," I said playfully "You must be his brother then..."

Sentry kept his hands on the bar. "Not really. Can I take a message for him?"

Brooke decided to intervene.

"Officer," she said, gave a little smile, then stepped forward. "May I ask what you're here for?"

"Hello Brooke," I replied moving away from the bar to meet her in the center of the room, "How have you been?"

She stopped, slightly startled. She hadn't recognized me until now.

"Pepper...." she said. "It's been a long time."

"Yes it has," I agreed.

"Bootcamp was the last time... wasn't it?" she asked.

Sentry looked concerned. The Tall Man clenched his jaw.

"I didn't expect to see you in a place like this," I said honestly, "A pilot of your calibre." And out of uniform too, I thought.

The crowd was unsettled by these events. Frowns and glares abounded.

Sentry busied himself behind the counter.

"Are you keeping well?" I asked.

"Different life now," she said frowning. "Sanders is dead." She then shifted slightly. "Why are you here?" She kept her replies short.

"I am here to clear up a matter," I said reasonably, "An outstanding warrant... I'm sure just a mistake."

Brooke swallowed, "Yes, so, since it's a mistake, you aren't going to take anyone in. Right?"

"Well, I will have to bring in Mr. Swashbuckler... to sort things out..."

Hands went back on the guns. Shepherd Charisma quietly retrieved his jacket from the crate next to the pole-dancing table.

"You understand how these things work," I added.

"Bring in?" asked Sentry.

The Slender, Dark Woman looked at Sentry. The Woman Drinking Tea looked at the Woman and then at Sentry. The Woman Wearing Purple folded her arms across her chest as she stood in front of the bar.

Brooke folded her arms too. "Yes, I do. You bring him in out here and he never comes back."

The Tall Man nodded.

I turned to Sentry, "Purely administrative."

"Yeah right.." scoffed the Tall Man.

The Woman Drinking Tea snorted.

The Slender, Dark Woman touched her comlink. I figured this meant we would have more arriving for the party soon.

"I know what happens, Pepper," continued Brooke. She looked back at the Tall Man behind her. "No guns, though."

The Woman Wearing Purple muttered, "Not happening."

"Can I ask at least what this is supposedly for?" asked Sentry.

"Administrative rendition?" challenged Shepherd Charisma.

I kept my focus on Brooke. "Brooke...do you see my rifle?" I held out my bare hands, thinking, don't tell them what I can do with my bare hands.

"I don't trust her," said the Tall Man. "They never come alone."

Brooke shook her head, "No. Brave to walk into a bar like this." She then sighed. "What department is taking him in? What is he being charged with?"

"There is an outstanding matter of a soldier killed on Persephone. The warrant was issued but never served."

The Tall Man looked at Sentry. "Maybe it wasn't him."

"Where's the warrant?" demanded the Woman Wearing Purple.

Sentry dropped his head and whispered,"End of the road."

And that was the moment I realized I actually had a chance of getting out of here alive and with my prisoner.

Brooke looked at Sentry then back at me. "Pepper. You're a good officer, you do your duty. I know that." She then nods. "Do you have the warrant?"

"Where's the warrant?" demanded the Woman Wearing Purple again.

The Slender, Dark Woman checked the bindings on her pistol, while I slowly produced a piece of paper from my uniform and handed it to Brooke. The Tall Man watched closely. Brooke took the warrant, and read it over. She rubbed her fingers on the paper and over the seal.

I glanced around the room....counting.

I felt their eyes upon me.

Brooke then folded up the warrant and handed it back. "It's genuine."

She announced. She sighed, "Pepper, can we .... well, for old times shake. Can't you just say you missed him? You really don't want to do this now."

"Brooke... you know me..."

She knew me. I never stop. I never give up.

The Woman Wearing Purple gritted her teeth."....not taking him."

And there was my opening.

"No I'm not taking him...." I said in a voice load enough to be heard above the noise of the crowd.

I turned to Sentry.

The Tall Man clenched his jaw again, resting his hand on his gun. One Other Man moved for the bar entrance.

"...I'm asking him to come," I said reasonably.

The crowd turned their attention as one towards Sentry, with cries of:

"No Sentry. She cannot take you...."

"It's up to you...you dont have to go...."

"Don't do it."

"...and she knows it. if she could, she would have by now."

"...the odds are good for you."

Sentry looked at the Woman Wearing Purple, with sadness in his eyes.

"I can't run from this any more, though," he said.

Brooke looked at me. "Where will he be taken?"

"Zenobia," I replied. I had no need to lie.

The Woman Wearing Purple continued to rage, "You're not running from a damn thing and I'll shoot you myself if I have to."

She turned to me, and stated emphatically, "With all due respect officer, you're not taking him."

The Slender, Dark Woman nodded with approval, "JJ is a real woman."

So, the Woman Wearing Purple was named JJ.

"Goin' with a gorram 'lliance officer? You gone loco?" the Tall Man asked Sentry.

"JJ, stop," said Sentry.

"No," stated JJ, "She takes you and you'll never come back."

"whoa, JJ...." said Brooke "It's Sentry's choice."

"I will be back. Right, Brooke?" asked Sentry.

"He'll be back. It's all just a misunderstanding." Brooke assured them.

JJ wasn't finished, "Sentry will sacrifice himself to protect us. You know that, Brooke."

Brooke smiled, "You still on the same ship, Pepper?"

She was fishing for information. I did not answer.

The Tall man scoffed,"Yeah.. Misunderstandin'..... I heard those words before.

"You basing that on your Alliance background Brooke?" asked the Slender, Dark Woman.

"When was the last time you heard of the Alliance acknowledging a misunderstanding?" challenged JJ.

"Never," said the Tall Man.

"Exactly," said JJ.

"Let's go Sentry," I said. Time to move.

The Slender, Dark Woman circled behind me.

Brooke looked at the Slender, Dark Woman and nodded. "He'll be back. I can promise that."

I rolled the dice.

"Brooke..." I said, "Come with us."

"No," said the Tall Man. "She ain't goin either."

Sentry unbuckled his firearm and handed it to Shepherd Charisma. "Keep this safe."

"What is that supposed to accomplish?" asked the Slender, Dark Woman watching the weapon change hands.

Cursa Charisma held the holstered weapon sideways across his hands.

"Heads up, People!" called the Other Man.

The guns suddenly came out as Mr Boomslang strolled up and through the door.

"Stand down, Mr. Boomslang!" I called out urgently.

Brooke cries out, "Whoa, everyone. Keep Calm."

She then looked at me."I can't come with you to Zenobia, but I will walk with you to your ship. Make sure that Sentry isn't hurt."

The Slender, Dark Woman looked at Mr. Boomslang.

"There will be no gun fire here," I ordered, loud enough to be heard by all.

"Dex...what the hell are you doing over there?" asked the Slender, Dark Woman.

So, the Other Man was named Dex.

"Exactly," added Sentry "No gun fire. We already know what that will accomplish. And no blades, Zade."

Dex addressed Mr. Boomslang "I don't think you wanna interfer, Mister."

Mr. Boomslang brushed past Dex standing at the door, as he turned the corner his gaze ran across the crowd. His look was calm. His palm rested on the butt of his weapon.

Brooke again tried to calm the crowd, "Just relax everyone."

"Very well Brooke," I addressed her refusal to join us, "...but remember where your home is...."

JJ interrupted, "Now you're threatening Brooke?"

"...the place where all sins are forgiven." I added.

"It may not be a threat JJ." said the Slender, Dark Woman. She understood.

Brooke gave a sad, little grin. "Sanders sins weren't forgiven, Pepper."

"I believe what matters is Mister Swashbuckler's decision." offered Shepherd Charisma.

Near the door a separate drama was playing out.

"Dex you have this under control or not?" asked the Slender, Dark Woman as she threw her head towards Mr. Boomslang.

"Dunno. Is there somethin' needin' controlling?" asked Dex.

The Slender, Dark Woman sucked her teeth at Dex.

Mr. Boomslang hooked his fingers in his belt looking from the Slender, Dark Woman to Dex standing beside him. "Stay frosty, pardner" he cautioned.

"Sentry," I said,"... come let's go."

Brooke nodded. "Come on Sentry," she said grabbing his hand.

"Hold on a sec, please." Sentry asked.

"Very well," I said. Give them their farewells.

"Brooke," warned JJ,"if anything happens to him, you are responsible."

Brooke took in a deep breath.

JJ's body went rigid.

Sentry tried to reassure her,"JJ, I will be back. I promise you, this is going to be fine."

JJ choked up "Can't speak," she managed to say.

"Go on JJ..." coaxed the Slender, Dark Woman, "Give your man a hug."

"Please, tell Immi and Duncan. I will be back." said Sentry.

"He's not...." began JJ.

"Give him some strength," continued the Slender, Dark Woman,"Whatever woman. Don't quibble about it now."

JJ hugged Sentry tightly

Sentry addressed the Slender, Dark Woman,"Brazen... its not like that any more."

So, the Slender, Dark Woman was named Brazen. That would likely make her Brazen Bondar of the Independent Traders, Splintered Rock.

JJ continued, "You'd better be back in a couple days or I will come and find you myself."

The Tall Man replaced his gun in its holster.

Sentry hugged JJ back. "I will be back. I promise."

"...and I'll personally kill any MF I have to. Got that, officer?" raged JJ.

Again I said nothing.

"You don't come back and we'll come for you," proclaimed the Tall Man.

"Harm one hair on his head and you're dead," declared JJ.

Zade, the character with the knives looked at his schedule, "I can help with that JJ," he added.

-----

A crowd had gathered by the time we stepped out of the tavern. The sun was still warm but a chill had crept into the air.

One new fellow who didn't know what had been going on scratched his head as we emerged and said, "Quite the crowd today."

"You be strong Sentry," said Brazen,"every one has your back."

Brooke stayed positive "He's going to be given the best of treatment, right Pepper?"

"Only the best Brooke," I replied.

"Gorram 'lliance," cursed the Tall man.

"What is the best among mongrels?" scoffed Brazen.

Ignore the insults. File them away.

Brooke motioned for Sentry.

The Tall Man glanced at Brooke.

Sentry paused and turned to the crowd "Thank you everyone... I appreciate the support. I will be back, soon."

Shepherd Charisma nodded.

JJ looked me in the eye. "I hold you personally responsible for his safety. Whatever is done to him will be done to you. Is there an agreement between us?"

I smiled warmly. "Of course," I said.

Mr. Boomslang turned his gaze from the Dex's calm stare once more to the crowd, "No one gets trigger happy, an I rekin' we'll all get home without bleedin'."

"I'm not worryin' bout bleedin'. I worry bout what they're gonna do," said the Tall Man.

We passed through the crowd of on-lookers. Sentry walking with his head down. Mr.Boomslang walking behind him in case he had second thoughts.

JJ watched us through the glass.

When we reached the bridge, Brooke grabbed Sentry's arm digging her nails so hard she drew blood.

Sentry looked at Brooke, but just smiled.

"Sentry," began the Tall Man.

"Don't matter, Cody," replied Sentry, "I'll be fine. I know what to expect."

"So do I," answered Cody.

Cody. The Tall Man Was Cody. Cody Winterwolf. I started to feel giddy.

Brooke frowned at Cody. "They're not going to hurt him. Will take a while to get to the right department."

Brazen shouted out "Courage!"

"You come back, dammit, Sentry." called Dex.

Brooke looked at me. "Right, all that paperwork might be slow.?

"It depends Brooke. Cooperation is all I want," I answered truthfully.

The Woman Drinking Tea huffed, "Good argument for Sentry's safety then."

Brooke frowned. "I think it should be, Pepper. Since you have to be very detailed."

She had no way of knowing that I didn't want Sentry to disappear down some legal black hole either.

"This is all very touching," said Mr. Boomslang, "but let's keep this wagon train movin' shall we?"

"If I was you stranger...I'd keep my mouth shut," warned Brazen.

"Lucky you ain' me," countered Mr. Boomslang "...or I might feck myself."

Sentry addressed the crowd, "If I'm not back in three days, you know where to find me." He taps his pocket.

Brooke cleaned up Sentry's wound made from her nails.

"I'll have a few surprizes for 'em if your not," declared Winterwolf.

Enough, I thought. I turned and walked back to Cody Winterwolf. I looked him straight in the eyes.

"And who might you be?" I dared.

"None of your business," he replied.

I heard someone say,"She sure is confident."

Brooke patted Sentry. "You're going to be okay. Just trust me," she whispered. "Go with her."

Sentry nodded.

I smiled gently and we resumed our procession.

Winterwolf narrowed his eyes but said nothing.

"Ready." said Sentry.

We crossed the bridge and made our way to the shuttle. I led the way.

Mr. Boomslang behind Sentry. Brooke. The crowd following behind.

Reaching the craft I turned to my friend.

"Brooke..." I began.

Brooke sighed. "Pepper..."

I stopped. I wanted to ask her to come. I wanted to ask what happened to her to bring her so far from home. Instead I said, "Take care."

"Do your paperwork..." she replied, "And I won't be here tomorrow."

I nodded.

Brooke smiled "New life as a trader."

I hesitated a moment, but I had nothing more to say.

Brooke looked at Sentry. "Take care."

Winterwolf reached out a hand to Sentry. "We'll be waitin'," he said.

-----

The door of the shuttle closed tightly. With prisoner secure, we fired engines. Clouds of dust swirled as we lift off the surface of MacLaren's Drift.

Once in the air, I paused a moment and allowed myself one deep breath. I really had thought I was going to get shot today.

Through the window on the shuttle I could see Brooke turn to face the crowd. She saved a lot of lives today. I hope they go easy on her.