Tales From Tewanta

Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3307-01-31 04:57 Detective Imelda Geldof leaned back in her chair and stretched. She was sitting in the department ops room with her entire set of case notes on the murder of Mary Jane Hamillton on the holo table. This was an infuriating case. The perpetrator had exploited a fault in the security cameras to evade all surveillance. They had no idea what the murderer was like, other than an approximate height, that they were very strong, and that they had likely suffered serious burns when the victim discharged a Nadion Laser Shield PPW. She had made one big breakthough in the case early on: she had discovered how the cameras were disabled and found the identity of another person exploiting the same flaw, a young grey market hacker by the name of Tarik Kolow. However, the seventeen year old had disappeared into thin air, in a way that the behavioural models developed by the boffins at the Stable Cryptograph...

Wilson Port, Tewanta - 3306-12-20 17:45 GST Irene Butler finished reading the newly arrived requisition order and walked from her desk to the door of her office. See scanned the factory floor outside, saw the floor supervisor, Mick Kelly, and beckoned him over. She was back in her seat before the man arrived. He was in his late forties, like her, with bushy red hair and beard, and a ready smile. He was tall and lean, and wore stained overalls with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. There were small scars on his arms and knuckles, the marks of many brawls in his younger days. "Hey Mick. We just had a big order come in. Pull up a seat and tell me what you think." Mick grabbed a chair with one hand, swung it round behind Irene's desk and sat on it. He scanned the requisition order and whistled his surprise. "Frakking hells! One hundred and twenty ship launched fighter assembly packages to...

Ohm Colony, HIP 82030 - 3306-12-05 17:55 GST Thomas Whitton, the administrator of Ohm Colony was tired and grumpy. Since The Buurian Protectorate took over, he had been run off his feet. For a start, there was the aftermath of the contamination of the colony's water supply. With all the water delivered by The Buur Pit CMDRs, he had to organize the building of extra water storage tanks. That required a lot overtime, created a lot of noise and hassle, and consumed most of the free space in the station. People weren't happy about that, and whined about it to him. But there was little he could do about it: the water was needed to flush out their hydroponics and water storage systems. Without that the colony would have failed. Eventually some of the space was reclaimed, but The Protectorate needed some of it for science labs to study the water giant nearby. Then there were operation changes that the new management required: ...

Fall 1 D A 9.9086 -12.4374 - 3306-11-28 15:31 GST Commander Graves sat at his work station on board the Beluga, Palantir. The ship was a mobile operations center and intelligence processing hub for the Official Tewanta Order and was parked near geysers on the moon Fall 1 D A. These made detecting the ship from orbit more difficult and that was desirable here. Two other ships, both Vultures, had landed in the valley and the less prying eyes knew about this meeting, the better. The pilots of the other ships, Captain Luciano and Captain Gruber, had just come aboard and Commander Graves waited for them to be brought up to his office. The office was comfortable, a repurposed business passenger cabin, but was not ostentatious. It definitely would be considered spartan by any Federation corporate executive, never mind an Empire Client. There were four enhanced crash couches, that functioned as both flight seats and work stations for a...