Tales From Tewanta

Drunken Fish Civilian Installation, LTT 14976 - 3307-07-27 08:58 GST David Matano walked into the Drunken Fish bar and looked around as he approached the bar itself. The establishment was empty aside from the barman, Antonio, which wasn't that unusual given the time. David was uneasy, though, as he was there to meet Ramesh Kattimani at 09:00, and Ramesh was never late in all the times David had worked with him. He was normally very reliable, a rare trait for a thief and pirate. The two had pulled off a number heists together over the past few years and the old goat always held up his end of things. It helped that he flew an A-rated Vulture, but the old man's skill wasn't lacking either. He didn't have David's reflexes, but had a knack for being in the right place at the right time. David braced his lanky 190cm frame onto a stool in front of the injection taps and ordered coffee and some empanadas. While he waite...

New Growth, Pencil Sector EL-Y d5 - 3307-07-22 22:07 GST Park Yoon Guo stood in a storage closet watching the screen of his hand terminal waiting for the opportunity to commit murder. The closet was tiny, barely bigger than an escape pod, and the only light was the pale green glow from his hand terminal. It showed a low resolution video feed from a micro camera stuck to the wall of the corridor outside. The screen also had scrolling text feeds of station alerts, environmental logs, and door access logs, filtered for the area of the station nearby. The patterns in the logs indicated that someone was approaching. Soon he would spring his trap. His target was Dr. Mike Guerin, a middle aged biochemistry researcher who worked for Seven Stages Movement and a monster. The researcher had been developing a bioweapon at Savchenko Nutrition Nursery, and was known to have fascist leaning politics. It was rumoured that he had used some of poor ...

Betancourt Base, Musca Dark Region PJ-P b6-1 - 3307-05-13 06:53 GST Jennifer Ng awoke in a large bed, beneath a duvet. A gentle quarter g of gravity kept her on the bed and the duvet on top of her. The room was dimly illuminated by night-lights beside the suite's main door and the door the toilet and shower area. Beside her in the bed lay John Patrick Rogers, JP to friends, snoring. He was a long haul cargo pilot that she had met the previous evening. She gazed at his broad back and smiled remembering the previous night's conversations and exertions. In the dim light she could almost make out the greying hairs on his back and shoulders. Despite being nearly twenty years older than her, he was able to keep up with her. She was impressed. Neither of them were under any illusion that this was a long term relationship, but she hoped that there paths would cross again in the not too distant future. That wasn't entirely unlik...

Cargo Bay Two, Ohm Colony, HIP 82030 - 3307-04-04 19:07 GST Hiroko Watanabe quickly assessed her situation. An unknown assailant had just attacked her and her team member, Kayleigh Rouse. Kayleigh had been blown off her feet by a grenade blast and was drifting amongst the cargo racks in the cargo bay, out of Hiroko's sight. Hiroko herself was unharmed. Their attacker had a submachine gun and a clear line of sight covering the area between Hiroko and where Kayleigh was. He probably had more grenades. She had just a laser pistol. Another burst of submachine gun fire struck the containers she was sheltering behind. Let them waste their ammo, she thought, right until the EMP grenade stuck the wall behind her. It went off and the energy pulse it emitted dropped her shields. So it wasn't a waste of ammunition after all, but a tactic to mask the noise of a grenade hitting the ceiling. Her attacker was smart; too smart to let her r...