Thorn Darkblade
I know lots of things. Lots of things...
October 6th, 2282
Cydonia Shipyards, Mars
Deimos hung low in the air that night, Spotlights and fireworks were shining in the sky, as the sound of an orchestra filled the air. The Cydonia Corporation's main banquet hall was filled to the brim with a wide assortment of guests that just screamed 'money'. All sorts of debutantes and other individuals with influence had attempted to worm their way into this party, but, the guest list was rather exclusive. Only some of the most noteworthy families from Earth and Mars were invited, along with family members and guests.
In various areas, idle banter was swapped back and forth between corporate entrepreneurs and up-and-coming scientists. The movers and shakers of the planet were here, along with a few faces that didn't seem quite in place.
"Name and identification, please." The doorman tapped his stylus impatiently on a tablet.
Wren produced an ID.
"Schmidt. Jacob Schmidt." He tried to conceal his nervousness as best as possible.
"Schmidt, Schmidt...ah, yes, here we are. Welcome, sir. Hors d'oeuvres are being served in the main hall. The presentation will be starting shortly. Have a good day."
With that, the 'guest' entered the banquet hall and immediately made his way to a side restroom, making his way past a grizzled looking UEC cop, probably hired on as extra security.
Deep within the launch bays, two scientists were making final preparations on an invention that would change the history of mankind forever. An engineer labored in a power frame, attaching some heavy duty power couplings and loading various crates. One man was down in the dry docks, while another in a control tower, observing the final preparations.
"Dr. Beckett, can you please make sure that oaf doesn't damage the cargo? As you know, some of it is very sensitive materials..." His voice said very matter-of-factly, as if Harrier didn't already know that half those crates contained one experiment or another. No biological agents this time. One last job with Preston, and then Harrier's contract would be complete. Free to go private, or maybe even retire.
The partygoers were a bit rowdy already. Throughout the night, multiple individuals that looked disreputable at best had been cleared by the doorman. This was a UEC-funded event though, despite being a private shipyard. Patrick Hennesy had been added on, along with a few rookies, as an extra security contingent. It was a token force at best, though, and Cydonia's own elite seemed to have the place well patrolled. Still, something wasn't sitting right in the stomach of the cop. Too many powerful movers and shakers here. If anything went wrong, heads would roll, literally and metaphorically.
Cydonia Shipyards, Mars
Deimos hung low in the air that night, Spotlights and fireworks were shining in the sky, as the sound of an orchestra filled the air. The Cydonia Corporation's main banquet hall was filled to the brim with a wide assortment of guests that just screamed 'money'. All sorts of debutantes and other individuals with influence had attempted to worm their way into this party, but, the guest list was rather exclusive. Only some of the most noteworthy families from Earth and Mars were invited, along with family members and guests.
In various areas, idle banter was swapped back and forth between corporate entrepreneurs and up-and-coming scientists. The movers and shakers of the planet were here, along with a few faces that didn't seem quite in place.
"Name and identification, please." The doorman tapped his stylus impatiently on a tablet.
Wren produced an ID.
"Schmidt. Jacob Schmidt." He tried to conceal his nervousness as best as possible.
"Schmidt, Schmidt...ah, yes, here we are. Welcome, sir. Hors d'oeuvres are being served in the main hall. The presentation will be starting shortly. Have a good day."
With that, the 'guest' entered the banquet hall and immediately made his way to a side restroom, making his way past a grizzled looking UEC cop, probably hired on as extra security.
Deep within the launch bays, two scientists were making final preparations on an invention that would change the history of mankind forever. An engineer labored in a power frame, attaching some heavy duty power couplings and loading various crates. One man was down in the dry docks, while another in a control tower, observing the final preparations.
"Dr. Beckett, can you please make sure that oaf doesn't damage the cargo? As you know, some of it is very sensitive materials..." His voice said very matter-of-factly, as if Harrier didn't already know that half those crates contained one experiment or another. No biological agents this time. One last job with Preston, and then Harrier's contract would be complete. Free to go private, or maybe even retire.
The partygoers were a bit rowdy already. Throughout the night, multiple individuals that looked disreputable at best had been cleared by the doorman. This was a UEC-funded event though, despite being a private shipyard. Patrick Hennesy had been added on, along with a few rookies, as an extra security contingent. It was a token force at best, though, and Cydonia's own elite seemed to have the place well patrolled. Still, something wasn't sitting right in the stomach of the cop. Too many powerful movers and shakers here. If anything went wrong, heads would roll, literally and metaphorically.
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