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May series Shiks are not designed for high tension activities. Cooking, cleaning, teaching, all fine... but May 03241.C's current situation could only be described as the complete opposite of ideal.

Blackwater station, a former Kasparov storage depot floating inside the radiation belt of a super-giant on the edge of 'civilized' space. Abandoned by Kasparov, but no longer empty.

"How are we supposed to find what we need in this place? It's massive, and filled with pirates and slavers."

"May, there are many times we've relied on them before. There are benefits to not having to get the company's hands dirty."

"I don't like it here," May pouted "It smells funny. I want to go back to our ship, Ansio."

"Enough complaining, May. Keep your focus, and make sure our goods don't escape. Our contacts should be around this corner here."

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FZZZKKT!

Sparks flew from the exposed floor panel, as a service robot extracted a burnt out crystalline slab.

:.'Ah told ya .They us̼͉̟͈ͅṉ͇̭ ̖͈crys matrix, an' nah even tha good stuff:

:.Ya ya. ?So what .We did̖n̖͍ͅae comen here for te͖̬͎̥̺͈̥k͔̟̯͓:

:.Tsch, nae bit͍̺e̗̼̺̩̰ me head off Bia, ays bored is al̦̙l͇̭͖̤̝̬̩:

:.Quell, you two... the cli̺̥̤e͔̭̯͔̖͈̜nt iz finally he̹̺r͖̯̜̼̺e͉̰:

The service robot continued to work, oblivious to the discussion of the women surrounding it. A seal hissed and an opening split the wall, permitting the noise of the station to leak into the small room...

May stepped through the opening, and gave a quick gasp.

"Uhhh... I thought you said we were going to be meeting with humans." As she tried to back out through the entrance, she way was blocked by Ansio leading in two captives bound in cufflocks.

:!Pleazz̦̟̞̤̣e̘͔d to meeting you too sma̝l͉̰̟̥̥ͅl͉͙̳̼͖ ̮one:

"...eep."

".Ah szhall repreze͂̆n̏́͆ͨt͒͊́́́̽ the Laughing Swarm for thiz deal .Should you wish to addres̀̎͐sͧͣͯ̇ me, ah am Jiik Syaale: The carapace face-plate of the floating Jiik shifted into a grin. : ?Now, to the bus̲͍͈̜͚i̞̠̼͇̘͈n̖͔ess at haa̱͙̪͕͈̬n̬͉̞͓̹͉̪:

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"So that's about the basics of the situation. We are authorized to provide payment for your services in this matter at this time." Ansio gestured to the two bound figures huddled in the corner of the room. One male, and one female, garbed in slightly damaged uniforms.

"May, transfer the access codes to them." As May fumbled with the locking mechanisms, Ansio switched her tablet display on, and a hologram snapped into existence. A flying wing pattern vessel rotated slowly in mid-air, insignias and code dotting its surface.

"And finally, this is the key element in this deal. Our remnant forces at Kasparov 16L report this vessel departed, carrying the initial assault force. Due to differences in this forces' and our technology, they were able to leave the K16L system."

"Sensor tracking of this vessel failed at this point. Our company, Kasparov, needs to find where they went, who they are, and what they want in this region of space."

: ?Iz that̫̥̠̟ͅ ̹a̤ll: Jiik stretched, and appeared to yawn. Not unlike a floating panther.

"Well, I suppose...yes?" Ansio was confused, this was supposed to be a difficult mission. Her training in hostage transfer and black-market deals never prepared her for something like this. "So we have a deal?"

:.Maybe, small one: Jiik shifted, slowly twisting in place. :..One last ̲̘̞̞̲t͓̩͉̗hing:

: ?You are part of t̹̦͓h̝̦͚e deal, yes:

The Exchange Part 2

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Nebulosa Ots and Shik artifical human clone concept belong to the true king of South America,

Hachette corvette, and the dirty NATO scum belong to ninjahobo

The Laughing Swarm, Bia Ortanvida, Jiik Syaale, and Taanis Eltarn are creations of somebody unimportant, maybe that person? ->

Description
May series Shiks are not designed for high tension activities. Cooking, cleaning, teaching, all fine... but May 03241.C's current situation could only be described as the complete opposite of ideal.

Blackwater station, a former Kasparov storage depot floating inside the radiation belt of a super-giant on the edge of 'civilized' space. Abandoned by Kasparov, but no longer empty.

"How are we supposed to find what we need in this place? It's massive, and filled with pirates and slavers."

"May, there are many times we've relied on them before. There are benefits to not having to get the company's hands dirty."

"I don't like it here," May pouted "It smells funny. I want to go back to our ship, Ansio."

"Enough complaining, May. Keep your focus, and make sure our goods don't escape. Our contacts should be around this corner here."

---

FZZZKKT!

Sparks flew from the exposed floor panel, as a service robot extracted a burnt out crystalline slab.

:.'Ah told ya .They us̼͉̟͈ͅṉ͇̭ ̖͈crys matrix, an' nah even tha good stuff:

:.Ya ya. ?So what .We did̖n̖͍ͅae comen here for te͖̬͎̥̺͈̥k͔̟̯͓:

:.Tsch, nae bit͍̺e̗̼̺̩̰ me head off Bia, ays bored is al̦̙l͇̭͖̤̝̬̩:

:.Quell, you two... the cli̺̥̤e͔̭̯͔̖͈̜nt iz finally he̹̺r͖̯̜̼̺e͉̰:

The service robot continued to work, oblivious to the discussion of the women surrounding it. A seal hissed and an opening split the wall, permitting the noise of the station to leak into the small room...

May stepped through the opening, and gave a quick gasp.

"Uhhh... I thought you said we were going to be meeting with humans." As she tried to back out through the entrance, she way was blocked by Ansio leading in two captives bound in cufflocks.

:!Pleazz̦̟̞̤̣e̘͔d to meeting you too sma̝l͉̰̟̥̥ͅl͉͙̳̼͖ ̮one:

"...eep."

".Ah szhall repreze͂̆n̏́͆ͨt͒͊́́́̽ the Laughing Swarm for thiz deal .Should you wish to addres̀̎͐sͧͣͯ̇ me, ah am Jiik Syaale: The carapace face-plate of the floating Jiik shifted into a grin. : ?Now, to the bus̲͍͈̜͚i̞̠̼͇̘͈n̖͔ess at haa̱͙̪͕͈̬n̬͉̞͓̹͉̪:

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"So that's about the basics of the situation. We are authorized to provide payment for your services in this matter at this time." Ansio gestured to the two bound figures huddled in the corner of the room. One male, and one female, garbed in slightly damaged uniforms.

"May, transfer the access codes to them." As May fumbled with the locking mechanisms, Ansio switched her tablet display on, and a hologram snapped into existence. A flying wing pattern vessel rotated slowly in mid-air, insignias and code dotting its surface.

"And finally, this is the key element in this deal. Our remnant forces at Kasparov 16L report this vessel departed, carrying the initial assault force. Due to differences in this forces' and our technology, they were able to leave the K16L system."

"Sensor tracking of this vessel failed at this point. Our company, Kasparov, needs to find where they went, who they are, and what they want in this region of space."

: ?Iz that̫̥̠̟ͅ ̹a̤ll: Jiik stretched, and appeared to yawn. Not unlike a floating panther.

"Well, I suppose...yes?" Ansio was confused, this was supposed to be a difficult mission. Her training in hostage transfer and black-market deals never prepared her for something like this. "So we have a deal?"

:.Maybe, small one: Jiik shifted, slowly twisting in place. :..One last ̲̘̞̞̲t͓̩͉̗hing:

: ?You are part of t̹̦͓h̝̦͚e deal, yes:

The Exchange Part 2

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--
-

Nebulosa Ots and Shik artifical human clone concept belong to the true king of South America,

Hachette corvette, and the dirty NATO scum belong to ninjahobo

The Laughing Swarm, Bia Ortanvida, Jiik Syaale, and Taanis Eltarn are creations of somebody unimportant, maybe that person? ->