Tales From Tewanta

Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3306-01-23 07:20 Galactic Standard Time Danny O'Brien sat at the small table of his apartment eating a bowl of noodles and watching an historical drama from the Federation. He wasn't a huge fan of history, but it had enough action scenes and sex scenes to hold the fourteen year old's attention. Besides, he was too broke to do anything fun and didn't feel like working out, so there wasn't much else to do. He worked as a low level henchman for the Red Branch criminal faction. It was run by the Cullen family as long as anyone remembered and they operated in this part of Wilson port for generations. Apparently, there were Black Branch and Golden Branch Cullens at one point. Danny had no idea if they still existed, but if they did, then they stayed well away from Tewanta. The Red Branch operated out of an area of the station that was known as New Holborn, and made their money making running pro...

Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3306-01-21 08:31 Galactic Standard Time Francis Bonetti jabbed at the keys on the keypad beside the entrance to Wilson Port's with his index finger to enter his access code. For the fourth time the keypad made a low angry beep and flashed an icon on its display that Frank didn't recognize, while the door stubbornly refused to open. He felt tension build up in his shoulders, tension that had melted away during his two week holiday, out of the system, with Marianne. He couldn't have forgotten his access code. He was certain he'd gotten it right, and surely someone would have told him if his code had been changed or revoked. He took a deep breath, scanned his iris, and entered his access code again. He got an angry beep, and that weird little icon again, as a response. He heard the clunking of magboots in the corridor behind him and turned around to see Kayleigh in a full hard hazardous environme...

Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3306-01-19 17:58 Galactic Standard Time Commander Graves took a sip from his coffee bulb and pretended to read a local GalNet news article on his data tablet. He was sitting in a small coffee shop situated on one side of a small pentagonal public space about ten meters across. Five moderately busy passageways converged here and there was a reasonably steady stream of people and delivery drones passing by. It was close enough to the outside of the station to have decent gravity so few of the people walking by wore mag-boots. To those people he looked like a faction official having a well deserved coffee after busy work day. In a way he was, but he had another motive too. He was back at work for Official Tewanta Order for about a month now. He split his time between Wilson Port and Cortes Base. Cortes Base was where he dealt with most of his operational and planning duties for Official Tewanta Order. ...