Grunsfeld Platform, Cao Guojiu - 3309-09-24 19:39 GST Harold Barker stepped out of the elevator into the pilots' service concourse on Grunsfeld Platform. This orbital outpost was somewhere he had visited before on a few occassions. On the surface it was a refinery outpost in a Federation controlled system, merely place where miners sold the minerals that they extracted from asteroids. However, the people here had an anarchic streak, and the station had a reputation for being a smugglers' den and a meeting place for those who lived outside the law. It was a place where Harlod liked to do business. He ignored the man standing near the Apex Interstellar desk trying to catch his attention and turned right to descend the stairs that lead down to the bar. The man was a faction contact that he had worked for before, and he probably had a job for him. Today, however, Harold wasn't interested. He had just completed a mission and
Ludwig's Deposit, HIP 75862 3 C - 3308-08-04 08:21 GST Maria drove the settlement's Scorpion light assault vehicle north away from Ludwig's Deposit towards an area of badlands. Thomas was in the gunner's seat behind her studying something on his data terminal, probably custom software he was working on for his little e-breach side project. Maria was a little grumpy. Thompson had interrupted breakfast to get the two of them to checkout some flaky perimeter sensors. Their employers, HIP 74286 Stakeholders, often didn't send the highest quality supplies: short term economies that lead to more work for them in the long term. Without Thomas repairing, patching, and developing clever hacks, the settlement would have had a catastrophic infrastructure failure ages ago. It was going to be his job to figure out what was wrong. It was her job, as scout, to look after him. This was an anarchy system controlled by a c