Co-authored by: Ray of Meep (GM), Acewing13, Ikate Keda Studios, TheCountryWarrior
???? A.D., three weeks after the raid on Gluck
Silbern System, Stahl Belt, Nikolaus Otto dwarf-planetary system
The Stahl Belt is the Silbern system's equivalent to the Asteroid Belt of the Sol system, with millions of asteroids orbiting around one AU from the Silbern dwarf star. Of the seemingly infinite rocks, the Nikolaus and Otto dwarf planets dominate the belt, orbiting one another and containing most of the mass of the belt. Magnuski Station was built at a Lagrange point between the two bodies, situated as the industrial and political political capital of the Stahl belt sector and Silbern system as a whole. The massive feat of human architectural engineering was an enormous station of epic portions, carved straight out of an asteroid, with the capacity to example as additional cylindrical slices were manufactured and linked to the existing habitat, separated from the dozens upon dozens of the smaller industrial sites that housed untolds milions of workers.
Eberhard was floating in Magnuski Station's zero-g spaceport, outside Daheim One's airlock, and cursing like a pirate under his breath. His wife crossed her arms next to him as she let him quietly rage on.
"What the fuck, Ulrike? All that time spent mowing down goons and beating the shit out of civillians, and all we get is a halt-order from the bureacracy?! Un-fucking-believable." He burst out in a hushed tone.
Ulrike shook her head. "I'm baffled as well. The evidence is there, we just needed some more expertise to go down the spiderweb. I'd personally go out of our way to hunt down the source, but we have our hands tied. You saw the bill. 1.2 million credits. The exact amount as the total value of those weapons. Whoever's pulling the strings, they know who we are."
Eberhard grumbled. "I hate this so much. This is the kind of thing that keeps law enforcement scared shitless."
Ulrike nodded, "Well, now you know. Which is why I'm keeping our profile low for now while I sort this out with him."
"At least the team doesn't miss out on a paycheck. We got screwed out of our savings though." Eberhard sighed.
"You signed up for this. Are you having any regrets now that you can't retire early?" Ulrike smirked.
"Of course not. I never imagined myself retiring. No money hurts though." Eberhard smirked back.
As the couple chuckled between them, the airlock hissed open as the other Lancers floated out in their armor and with their weapons, but this time in standard GDW space patrol configuration: black with torquoise accents only the the shoulder pads and helmet, unlike the Grau Lancer's own lighter, more colorful combinations.
Joan looked at Ulrike and Eberhard from behind her helmet, pulling at the new armour a bit. "Ya fink a li'el warnin fore 'avin us wears police grade stuff aftah all dat nice stuff would be nice?" She asked, discomfort in her voice apparent. "Ya know ah spends da 'ole mission id dis."
"Given the circumstances, we can't be picky." Eberhard shrugged.
"Could be worse," Beatrix said, much more comfortable in her uniform. "Could be 'wearing' the stripper outfit in public again."
Juan agreed, chuckling. "Better than a janitor on my end, at least people wanna see strippers." He adjusted his outfit, though he was more comfortable.
"Ya kin bofe shut da fuck up bout dat," Joan grumbled, crossing her arms. Her face hidden, but the way she spoke made it obvious she was blushing. "Ah 'ave equal problems wif bofe o' dem ideas, fer astronomically different reasons."
"Aww, you kids are adorable." Ulrike nudged Eberhard with her elbow. "Maybe I should go on a mission with you for once."
"Like I'd let you get your hands dirty." Eberhard lightly scoffed in response.
???? A.D., three weeks after the raid on Gluck
Silbern System, Stahl Belt, Nikolaus Otto dwarf-planetary system
The Stahl Belt is the Silbern system's equivalent to the Asteroid Belt of the Sol system, with millions of asteroids orbiting around one AU from the Silbern dwarf star. Of the seemingly infinite rocks, the Nikolaus and Otto dwarf planets dominate the belt, orbiting one another and containing most of the mass of the belt. Magnuski Station was built at a Lagrange point between the two bodies, situated as the industrial and political political capital of the Stahl belt sector and Silbern system as a whole. The massive feat of human architectural engineering was an enormous station of epic portions, carved straight out of an asteroid, with the capacity to example as additional cylindrical slices were manufactured and linked to the existing habitat, separated from the dozens upon dozens of the smaller industrial sites that housed untolds milions of workers.
Eberhard was floating in Magnuski Station's zero-g spaceport, outside Daheim One's airlock, and cursing like a pirate under his breath. His wife crossed her arms next to him as she let him quietly rage on.
"What the fuck, Ulrike? All that time spent mowing down goons and beating the shit out of civillians, and all we get is a halt-order from the bureacracy?! Un-fucking-believable." He burst out in a hushed tone.
Ulrike shook her head. "I'm baffled as well. The evidence is there, we just needed some more expertise to go down the spiderweb. I'd personally go out of our way to hunt down the source, but we have our hands tied. You saw the bill. 1.2 million credits. The exact amount as the total value of those weapons. Whoever's pulling the strings, they know who we are."
Eberhard grumbled. "I hate this so much. This is the kind of thing that keeps law enforcement scared shitless."
Ulrike nodded, "Well, now you know. Which is why I'm keeping our profile low for now while I sort this out with him."
"At least the team doesn't miss out on a paycheck. We got screwed out of our savings though." Eberhard sighed.
"You signed up for this. Are you having any regrets now that you can't retire early?" Ulrike smirked.
"Of course not. I never imagined myself retiring. No money hurts though." Eberhard smirked back.
As the couple chuckled between them, the airlock hissed open as the other Lancers floated out in their armor and with their weapons, but this time in standard GDW space patrol configuration: black with torquoise accents only the the shoulder pads and helmet, unlike the Grau Lancer's own lighter, more colorful combinations.
Joan looked at Ulrike and Eberhard from behind her helmet, pulling at the new armour a bit. "Ya fink a li'el warnin fore 'avin us wears police grade stuff aftah all dat nice stuff would be nice?" She asked, discomfort in her voice apparent. "Ya know ah spends da 'ole mission id dis."
"Given the circumstances, we can't be picky." Eberhard shrugged.
"Could be worse," Beatrix said, much more comfortable in her uniform. "Could be 'wearing' the stripper outfit in public again."
Juan agreed, chuckling. "Better than a janitor on my end, at least people wanna see strippers." He adjusted his outfit, though he was more comfortable.
"Ya kin bofe shut da fuck up bout dat," Joan grumbled, crossing her arms. Her face hidden, but the way she spoke made it obvious she was blushing. "Ah 'ave equal problems wif bofe o' dem ideas, fer astronomically different reasons."
"Aww, you kids are adorable." Ulrike nudged Eberhard with her elbow. "Maybe I should go on a mission with you for once."
"Like I'd let you get your hands dirty." Eberhard lightly scoffed in response.
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