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    *with Mary and Wattz*

    They were waiting when he arrived in his quarters, hiding in the shadows. Mathie could not have seen how they had entered them without leaving any such evidence of breaking in. He would worry upon this at a later day, one of them tapped him on the shoulder. The enforcer tensed, shrugging free of contact twirling about to strike with his cyber-arm.

    The figures in the darkness shifted backward, out of reach, the furtherest coughed lightly coming forward into the light. The familiar uniform of the elite guard met his eyes, and he settled even as they spoke, "Captain Tanaur has sent for you."

    Mathie nodded, knowing the reason why. Blue light suddenly emerged, before he could act one of them had taken his hand and then he was somewhere else.

    ~~~

    They had given him some moments before walking toward the interrogation room, by then his face had hardened. Mathie nodded to Tanaur taking a seat, he shifted to the side a little with his cyber arm toward Odel. He listened as Tanaur spoke.

    "So," He said, leaning on the back of his chair as he stared Odel squarely in the face.
    "Why don't you start by telling me all you know about High Enforcer Antonis Duren."

    "High Enforcer who?" Play it cool Odel, play it cool. She was mainly concentration on keeping her breathing steady. Breathe in breathe out breathe in breathe out. The lights were bright, the room was stale. Odel was glad that each corner of the room went upwards in a nice clean line. Over and over again she followed these lines, up the wall, across the ceiling, down the wall....

    "I don't know who he is."

    Mathie frowned at the woman's strange behavior and opened his mouth to say something. But Tanaur spoke first, "Jericho, access security feed B-999274"

    In between the pair of them and Odel a holographic image appeared, Mathie instantly recognised the High Enforcer despite the man being in more street wear than uniform. The video was from within Odel's club, the man talking with several others.

    "Do you recognise him now, this is in your own building Odel." Prompted Mathie.

    Shit. A big mistake. But she hadn't lied about it; the name simply had not rung a bell. Of all the times to forget a face.... Usually Odel never forgot. Her face began to twitch, one side of her upper lip pulling up, at this imperfection.

    "I get a lot of faces in my club. How can I be expected to remember them all? I recognize him, but I still don't know who he is. Just a stranger."

    "Perhaps he went by a different name?" Offered Mathie, "he'd be in the company of some of your more high profile customers. The more shady people."

    Oh no. No no no, she was not going to be breaching the confidentiality of her customers just for one Enforcer who stumbled down the wrong alleyway. But it was certainly possible, that one of them had done the deed. Even if one of them had, she had no idea who.

    "I don't know!" Odel had to fight to keep her voice steady. "I mean - maybe! But what makes you think I'd know which name he'd use? Look at the records if you want but I can't just go around accusing every customer that walked in the door that day!"

    Tanaur's expression remained unreadable. He waited patiently, calculating every move Odel made and every inflection in her voice.
    "Miss Wunai, I don't think you understand the situation," he began. "This isn't just about some skeleton that we found in an alley, which is a bit unusual. There are forces at work, threatening the balance of the Jericho. Nothing you say in here will escape these four walls and any information you give us will benefit us in helping stop the ones responsible for causing such an upset. I know that you are highly involved with your customers. You deal in information.... Anything you can tell us would be helpful."

    The enforcer, sitting in his chair looked toward Odel not making a motion. He did not give her a look of support, or open his mouth immediately to accompany Tanaur's. Were they now buying information? This was not his forte, interrogation had never been Mathie's specialty. But he needed to do the right thing. Abruptly, he rose, taking long slow strides to settle his hands on the back of her chair. His cyber arm malfunctioned slightly - ongoing from the damage from the new year assault - and gripped the chair harder then he intended.

    "Who would he have met in the back rooms?" He asked, there was a hint of warning in his voice as he echoed Tanaur's words, "nothing will escape these walls..."

    Mathie disliked that own darkness in himself.

    Odel did not flinch when his arm malfunctioned, but a bead of sweat ran down her cheek. It was clear to her that Mathie would do anything it took to make his point. Tanaur's presence wasn't making this any easier, either.

    The truth was, she remembered almost every regular member who came into that bar, and she had a good few ideas of some of the shadier types. The kind that would do anything to get revenge. But was she willing to betray her patrons...?

    She wouldn't do it, she wouldn't do it, she wouldn't do it-

    "N-Nial Bates... maybe Jerol Konolith... Prail Flounds... they m-might be worth ch-checking out...." Odel was on the brink of a panic attack. Oh god, how could she reveal names like that? No, there was still a way to salvage this.

    "But I still stand by what I said earlier!" Odel brought in quickly. "Talina, I still think she is worth investigating! She'd do anything to compromise my business, I swear it!"

    Tanaur took a moment to commit the names Odel gave him to memory then he stood and turned to Matthie.
    "Run a check on those names and begin cross referencing their connections to Antonis Duren and the Underground. Report to me your findings."

    He turned to Odel then and offered a hand to help her to her feet.
    "Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Wunai. You will be transported back to your establishment shortly." As he finished speaking, the ones who teleported them to the interogation room appeared and teleported Odel away.

    Tanaur turned his head to Matthie again, "The Elite Gaurd has quite a bit on our hands currently, so we won't be taking over this investigation, but you are working for us for now."

    The Elite Guard returned and held up their portable teleporters.
    "Get ready for transport, Enforcer Mathie," one said.

    ~~

    Mathie sat awake for some time, sitting in the minimal light. Before him the list of names were handwritten, staring back at him from the table.

    He thought of his arm, he would need that to be checked again. He thought of the interrogation, and what was next. And he thought of the Elite Guard, and what this meant for him.
    And thus the Cacti army marches...


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    The doors to the flight deck hummed as they slid open upon the arrival of Alena and her guards. The controls of the flight deck washed the room in a myriad of colorful lights. Light panels and screens danced across the giant glass observation window and the flight crew worked methodically analyzing every aspect of the ship's functions and scanning their readings for liveable planets.

    Captain Milas stood on a platform over looking the flight deck. He was hunched over the railing, and cupped his face in his hands. His usually sleek dark hair was disheveled and stubble shadowed his chin. When he heard the Grand Maiden approach he stood up and turned to her. The archonian's eyes were deeply blood shot, and he sighed when he saw her.

    "You wished to speak with me?" Alena asked, turning her head in that peculiar way that irked Milas.

    "Just you," he said and motioned at the guards. "You two leave."

    "Ha! You wish," Di'tia replied as she crossed her massive metallic arms. Anri folded his arms across his chest as well.
    "Appologies, Captain, but we are not leaving our Maiden's side," He said.

    "Bah! Fine," Milas replied and began pacing. He rubbed his hand across his face again.
    "There's something that's been bothering me for awhile. Since the New year's celebration. And I'm torn now, because of all of the events happening of late..."

    "You're not making any sense," Alena replied.

    Milas sighed and ran a hand through his hair which messed it up even further.

    "This ship's full of secrets, Grand Maiden! Even us, up here in the flight deck..." He paced quicker, and Alena noticed that Milas was walking around barefoot. Guilt had embedded itself in every nook and wrinkle on his face. Guilt that plagued Milas' every moment. All from one grave secret....

    "When these ships were built, it was done so with little knowlege of wait lay in wait outside our solar system. We prepared for every scenario we could think of..." He began. "There was...a back up protocol installed on the ship. That if...after a certain amount of time a suitable planet hasn't been found...the protocol would activate and..."

    Milas fell silent as he chewed on his nails.

    "The protocol would activate and...send all of the ships off into deep space."

    The reaction that crossed Alena's face stopped Milas in his tracks. He had never seen the calm and collected Grand Maiden look at him like that.

    "You're scaring me, Milas...and as old as I am that's not an easy thing to do," she said. "You're telling me we've been flying through deep space? For how long?"

    Milas bit his lip.

    "For how long?" Alena repeated firmly. Milas closed his eyes.

    "Fifteen years," he replied. "The protocol was activated just after my first year as Captain."

    Alena looked around the flight deck. All the crew had turned in their seats and were staring up at them. Alena couldn't believe that she was shaking.

    "And why do you bring this up now?" She asked, trying to keep her voice even.
    "This ship is designed to maintain itself and it's population forever, but after the events that have happened I'm worried...." He replied.

    "You should be!" Di'tia belowed. Her eyes blazed and her muscles had tensed. Normally Anri would try to hold her back or calm her down, but his own breathing was labored and his brow furrowed.
    "We're going to drift through space forever because YOU didn't override some protocol!"

    "Di'tia..."

    "If knowledge of this gets out, there will be riots! RIOTS! Ones worse that what happened on New Year's! And this is ALL. YOUR. FAULT."

    "Di'tia, please!" Alena shouted, and the quiet that fell was palpable as everyone stared at the Grand Maiden in shock. Alena walked up to Milas and slapped his across the face, resulting in more stunned silence.
    "Regardless of what you say, I still have hope that we will find a suitable home. If not in this generation, then in the next or the one after that. Our goddesses will see to that."

    "How?" Milas asked, as he clutched his screaming red cheek and blinked away tears.
    "After all this time? After all I've said? How can you still have hope?"

    "Because...that is ALL we have," Alena replied. Murmuring circulated across the flight deck, and one of the flight crew rose out of his seat and exited the deck.

    ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

    "HE SAID WHAT?" Sparla roared in the face of the man from the flight crew who had also delivered the parcel to Terra. Without waiting for him to reply, Sparla knocked over a shelf and ripped a decorative curtain off the wall.

    When she finished, she spun back toward the man before her.

    "This will NOT stand," she replied. "I will make sure of it!"

    "But Sparla, you can't make a move yet..." He began. But Sparla's scarlet eyes sparkled maliciously.

    "Watch me."

    Late in the night, around the same time Odel and Mathie were being returned from the interrogation, Sparla strode into Shooting Star. Because of her distinctly Qu'nok features, she wore luxurious silk clothes and a hat that hid her obsidian black scales and feather tipped ears. As she strode through the crowd of undulating bodies, Sparla occasionally reached out and stroked the skin or hair of a dancing shifter. They returned the gesture fondly. Several leaned down to kiss her slender hands and she smiled at them.

    Finally, when she came up to a massive bouncer she gave him a predatory smile.

    "I'm here to see Talina," she said.

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    The trip back to the SuperNova was one that Brees never wished to repeat. She could feel a weapon pressed firmly against the small of her back, and she was coached to act 'natural' through it all. If she never had to see the Cyber again, it would be a blessing from the goddesses. She wasn't aware of how much time had passed since she left Thato at the night club, but she desperately hoped the woman was around when they arrived.

    The loud music was a welcomed sound from the Cyber's deep voice and his threatening appearance. She almost felt at home with the flashing strobe lights, loud music, scarcely clad women and the customers that exchanged credits for pleasure. It was no wonder why she had applied for a job here of all places. Anything was better than the Shooting Star in her opinion - a night club her boyfriend frequented.

    "Where is the buyer?" asked the Cyber, leading Brees to a dark corner table.

    Brees gulped. "She should be here soon."

    The relief she felt when the gun was moved from her lower back was replaced with the fear of the cold metal being jammed against her ribs. From the reflection in the table top, she looked like a mess and she could have felt better. "You better hope so," he whispered, sliding into the booth next to her.

    Thato and Constance came in side by side, not as a unit so much as Thato was being pushed forward. She'd never seen the woman of her dreams turn into such a nightmare. Thato was coasting in the eye of Constance's firestorm of rage and she knew it, but fear overwhelmed common sense. There was no chance she would stop Constance from transferring her anger, despite knowing that she would have to.

    "Where is she anyway?" Constance said turning to Thato. Thato looking around swallowing any comment she knew she was supposed to make at such a junction. She couldn't find Brees, she could have been with a client but she doubted it that she would have been. After all, there was simply too much money on the line for her to be 'playing' with other clients.

    Brees strained her eyes looking for any sign of the woman known as Thato. A dark Colorful was rather rare on Jericho - or at least to her - so among the Colorfuls, Cybers and shifters, she should stand out, or so she hoped. When Brees finally spotted her client from around the Cyber's large shoulders, she couldn't help but sigh in relief. She showed up. The person standing by her side chilled her to the bone. She wasn't aware that another person would be with her for the exchange. She tried to search her memory for any clue to whether or not another person would be joining the trade, but she came off empty. Her body tensed but it didn't go unnoticed by the Cyber.

    "You got five more minutes, if the buyer isn't here-"

    "-She is!" exclaimed Brees in a hushed whisper. Her fear had taken ahold of her, and was relentless in letting her go. "She's here." She pointed a trembling finger towards Thato in the crowd, and the Cyber shifted from his seat and made his way over to the pair before Brees had a chance to stop him. Whatever he had said -or didn't say- they were now aware of Brees existence in her lonely little booth.

    Thato was ther first to notice the cyber approaching. Her eyes widened, trouble on two legs, walked/ marched towards them. She pulled Constance backwards to face the man first but that was the extent of her bravery as she backtracked on top of Constance forcing them both back.

    The cyber stopped walking at the over reaction on Thato's part. She watched as the brutish looking man pointed to the booth, there was no chance any of them were willing to risk making a scene.

    They both followed the cyber, finding Brees who loked less than comfortable in Thato's eyes.

    "You Brees?" Constance asked before anyone could say a word.
    Brees nodded, "Yeah, I am."

    She turned to Thato, and smiled, "I bet you thought I'd never come back, huh?"
    Constance lunged, reaching across hte table to clock Brees on the side of her face in the space of time it took Thato to blink, she grabbed onto Constance by the shoulders and pulled her back into the seat. Constance grunted and cried out frustration despite how thin and weak Thato was she had a habit of moving like tentacles and managed to contain the rush.

    Brees blinked, and held her stinging cheek. Hadn't she been abused enough? She shook her head, and laughed despite the pain. "I guess this is Constance?"
    The Cyber slid back into the booth, metal arms crossing over his chest. "Either you keep the bitch under control, or the deal's off before it's even started."

    Brees shook her head. She knew why she was hit, but it didn't make it any better. She glared at Constance. "I want to make one thing clear. I didn't tell her to open her legs, she did on her own. And if you lay a hand on me again, I'll make sure you're tossed out on your ass since I work here."

    She turned to Thato, "Do you have the money?"

    The words shut the fuck up formed in her mouth but faded, along with what ever apologies she was willing to give on her love's responce. But instead she shot over an apologetic look to Brees, whispering it as an alternative. She'd never meant for any of this to happen, which of course didn't chance a thing. "The better question being do you have my gold sulphate."

    Constance calmed down enough too allow Thato to the talk. She wasn't enitrely sure if that was a good thing becuase the words the man had used describing Constance bothered her, but she hadn't lived too much of the good life to think she could do anything about it.

    Brees shot a questionable look over to the Cyber who ignored her, and stared over at the two women on the opposite side of the booth. The man's silence left Brees' stomach feeling up with dread. If things got any worse, she might even ask the goddesses to put her out of her misery.

    A compartment on the Cyber's right arm made a clicking sound and slid open. Brees couldn't tell what was in there, and truth be told, she was too afraid to look. "10,000 credits plus a finders fee and a delivery fee. That's a total of 15,000 credits," said the Cyber, reaching in to grab the gold sulphate. He extended his closed hand to Thato, waiting for her to accept the deal.

    Thato's eyes widened and her teeth clenched fifteen thousand. Came hte words in her head, then beefore she knew it she was exclaiming those very words. "Fifteen thousand? Fifteen thousand? ARe you fucking kidding me? Are you out your fucking mind?Thagreement was Five thousand. How on earth did you even get the number fifteen?"

    "The price doubled after the New Years Celebration. With the Enforcers and Elite Guards scrambling around the decks, getting anything like this isn't easy." The Cyber cocked his head towards Brees, "Letting a messenger deliver the message about a buyer is an insult to my boss. The least I can do is charge five thousand extra."
    He withdrew his arm, and the compartment clicked closed. "Unless you have another buyer, it's 15,000 or I'm leaving"

    There were words clever words in her head. Smart lines that should come out to match his asshole quip. All that came out was. "You're charging me because you want to? A whole five thousand, you piece of shit."

    Constance grapped her shoulder and pulled her back down. "It will be fine. We only have ten thousand on us. Ten thousand is all we have." She said, her voice glacial.
    He shook his head, "Ten thousand isn't what I asked for." He grinned at Constance,

    "You didn't exactly make this meeting as confidential as it should have been." He shrugged, "I don't care what you do to the stripper. Fuck up by drawing suspicion to me and everyone else, and you'll be charged extra. That's exactly what happened."
    He paused for a moment, his metal fingers tapping the sliding door compartment on his arm. "How do you expect to get the other five thousand? I don't have all day and there are other buyers."

    Thato glared but Constance's grip held her in place. "You should." Constance whispered. "If you can find someone who knows what to do with Gold sulphate to the point where they wont get caught and come back to you or people who are going to use enough of it to come back to you for a second round then please do you're thing." Constance dug her fingers into Thato's back pocket and pulled out the five thousand she had along with the five thousand she had brought for just such an emergency. "This is what is there. Who ever you got that highly regulated substance from, I wonder exactly what will they say when you come back empty handed because we don't have a dime more than this and that's the truth."

    He laughed, "You don't take me as a fool, do you? Believe it or not, I know both of you. Things get around in the underground, especially when you know the right people. There are others, and if there isn't, then I'll just hold onto this for when the security in labs is upgraded to a point where retrieving it is impossible."

    Brees had stayed silent long enough. She wondered just how they would get the rest of the credits to pay for the Gold Sulphate. The sooner, the better. Today would be the last day she ever wanted to see any of them again.

    "What if they can't get the credits?"

    The Cyber looked over at Brees, narrowing his eyes. "Then they'll just have to put something else up as collateral. Something worth five thousand credits."

    Constance cocked her head to the side. "Like what, because again. This is it. If you do know us then you will know that we provide the highest service grade goods on this ship and obviosuly by the fact that we have yet to be caught or accused we are better protected than the gods themselves. You should not have called me a bitch."
    Thato felt nervous, very nervous. She was goading a beast and they didn't have the physical strength to fight him off, or cause a problem were he to strangle them to death right there. But still Constance kept going.

    "If you didn't act like one, you wouldn't have been called one." The Cyber shrugged again, and leaned over the table. "Things change. People get caught or information is traded. You don't know who my boss is, but let me tell you something, he didn't get where he is today dealing with women thinking they're the best at everything."

    Thato groaned burying her face into her hands. If there was one thing they both prided themselves on it was being good at what they did. The compounds they formed, the different concoctions. The only reason they weren't super stars was because of how well the right people hid them. They'd been this for years. They weren't some college drop outs and this man appeared to be drawing them as exactly such. They were great. It was in their blood to be great, implanted into them hammered down by years of educations they didn't even want using money this fool could only dream of. Their parts weren't of the machine type their bodies were weak fallible, ghostly all at the cost of being the best. Doctors of the medical profession had been looking over her shoulder and this man. This man could dare to think that. There was no way she was simply going to allow such a stand.

    Constance grinned, "Do you want to be right or do you want to be rich? I know what I am and what I'm not." She pulled the money back and threw two five hundred credit cards to Brees. "It appears as though we've wasted your time. Thato?"

    The man sighed, "You say you're the best yet you don't value your skills enough to consider them more than enough collateral to knock the price down to what you originally wanted?" He shook his head, "You're book smart but not exactly street smart. Five thousand credits and your services to my boss is more than enough. He can get whatever you need - if you're willing to work for it."

    Constance didn't hesitate. "We're not. We're scientists, not laborers. Again, we're sorry to have wasted your time."

    Thato's heart was stuck in her chest. the worst thing that could happen for them the worst thing that could possibly happen was them getting some crime bosses attention. Most certainly one they didn't deal with already. They'd fallen into this trap once before. Thato made her way up to her feet and whispered another apology to Brees, she'd never felt so ashamed of a bad choice in her life.

    However the deal was declined, and gold sulphate left unclaimed, as well as coming up empty, the Cyber managed to leave the table with a smile. He had succeeded in one part of the task he was set out to do. Brees sunk back into the corner, wishing they'd all just leave so she wouldn't have to see them again. Her face still hurt, and if she could drink all her worries away tonight, she would gladly succumb to the drunken slumber

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    Terra walked to the door of her appartment as the bell rang and her sherks ran from everywhere in the apartment, almost overrunning her at the door and positioning themselves all around and on her, few were even fighting over the position on her head and shoulders as Terra opened the door and took the parcel from the man without saying a word and then closing it again. The sherks meowed disappointed as nothing had happened and run back into the appartment. Terra walked into the living room and opened the small parcel in which another parcel was and inside it one more. After opening the last parcel Terra took a small cube, only in the size of her hand out of it and pressed the small button on it. Then she put her eye on the lens and her eyes structure was scanned, after that the cube opened and transformed into a small, portable communication device that was often used in the underground due of the security protocols needed to open them. Terra knew from who it was so she didn't stay very official;
    "Good day to you Sparla." She began to talk as she saw the 3D image of the woman before her. "You are quiet quick in your work. I didn't except you to contact me again so quickly after you just visited me recently." Terra chuckled.

    Sparla's image shook every time the pulsing beat of the Shooting Star jarred her transmission, but Terra could still see Sparla's smile.

    "Terra, good! You've received my parcel." She said over the thundering music. Occassionally, a dancer moved in and out of the transmission, but Sparla didn't seem concerned with being surrounded by people.

    "Inside, you will find the location of your new work place. I have procured a substantial amount of supplies for you to work, as well as some of my own...personal inspiration."

    The transmission skewed, and when the hologram refocused Sparla's expression had turned dark and serious.
    "I don't want to rush you, Terra, but it has been made apparent to me that time is suddenly a lot more precious. I trust you won't disappoint."

    Terra smiled to the woman;
    "I see you are in quiet a nice place. I doubt it is Supernova, it is too full of those Blue Coats in the moment... Maybe Shooting Star, or Galaxy Eye?" She said, preferring to the third best club and Terra's workplace when not assasinating someone.
    "And don't worry, it doesn't matter what you want to do as long as you won't break our agreement." Terra said and went forward;
    "You will get the first stuff in four days, it will be about 1 liter and enough for about 500 victims if you dose it right, or you can just make 10000 people fell sick for a week." She chuckled.
    "I will start working in the evening, I hope to see you later." Terra winked and threw a kiss to the woman.

    "I cannot wait to see your results," Sparla replied with a wink and the transmission ended.

    Terra closed thecommunicator and pulled out a small wire that had been in the other end and connected into her computer. There were some files stored there and she opened it. There was a map of the higher levels, showing where the laboratory she would use were as well as a list of numbers in which she could get more supplies if she would need any.
    Half an hour later Terra was walking in the higher level with two sherks at the end of two lines as they walked and ran all around her. She entered the building in which the laboratory was after controlling her surroundings;
    She had noticed three or four men watching over the building, propably Steel Serpents as it seemed, Blue Coats would nevew be so ragged as they were...
    After driving with the elevator like the order had been, pressing the fourth and the fifth floor at the same time, she entered the floor 4,5 in which the secret laboratory was located. It was big and quiet brightly light so Terra darkened it down and let the two Sherks free from the line. She controlled the supplies she had got and then left the lab, leaving the two sherks there.
    Later at the evening, Terra was seen often in the same area, always with different Sherks...

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    Terra walked to the door of her appartment as the bell rang and her sherks ran from everywhere in the apartment, almost overrunning her at the door and positioning themselves all around and on her, few were even fighting over the position on her head and shoulders as Terra opened the door and took the parcel from the man without saying a word and then closing it again. The sherks meowed disappointed as nothing had happened and run back into the appartment. Terra walked into the living room and opened the small parcel in which another parcel was and inside it one more. After opening the last parcel Terra took a small cube, only in the size of her hand out of it and pressed the small button on it. Then she put her eye on the lens and her eyes structure was scanned, after that the cube opened and transformed into a small, portable communication device that was often used in the underground due of the security protocols needed to open them. Terra knew from who it was so she didn't stay very official;
    "Good day to you Sparla." She began to talk as she saw the 3D image of the woman before her. "You are quiet quick in your work. I didn't except you to contact me again so quickly after you just visited me recently." Terra chuckled.

    Sparla's image shook every time the pulsing beat of the Shooting Star jarred her transmission, but Terra could still see Sparla's smile.

    "Terra, good! You've received my parcel." She said over the thundering music. Occassionally, a dancer moved in and out of the transmission, but Sparla didn't seem concerned with being surrounded by people.

    "Inside, you will find the location of your new work place. I have procured a substantial amount of supplies for you to work, as well as some of my own...personal inspiration."

    The transmission skewed, and when the hologram refocused Sparla's expression had turned dark and serious.
    "I don't want to rush you, Terra, but it has been made apparent to me that time is suddenly a lot more precious. I trust you won't disappoint."

    Terra smiled to the woman;
    "I see you are in quiet a nice place. I doubt it is Supernova, it is too full of those Blue Coats in the moment... Maybe Shooting Star, or Galaxy Eye?" She said, preferring to the third best club and Terra's workplace when not assasinating someone.
    "And don't worry, it doesn't matter what you want to do as long as you won't break our agreement." Terra said and went forward;
    "You will get the first stuff in four days, it will be about 1 liter and enough for about 500 victims if you dose it right, or you can just make 10000 people fell sick for a week." She chuckled.
    "I will start working in the evening, I hope to see you later." Terra winked and threw a kiss to the woman.

    "I cannot wait to see your results," Sparla replied with a wink and the transmission ended.

    Terra closed thecommunicator and pulled out a small wire that had been in the other end and connected into her computer. There were some files stored there and she opened it. There was a map of the higher levels, showing where the laboratory she would use were as well as a list of numbers in which she could get more supplies if she would need any.
    Half an hour later Terra was walking in the higher level with two sherks at the end of two lines as they walked and ran all around her. She entered the building in which the laboratory was after controlling her surroundings;
    She had noticed three or four men watching over the building, propably Steel Serpents as it seemed, Blue Coats would nevew be so ragged as they were...
    After driving with the elevator like the order had been, pressing the fourth and the fifth floor at the same time, she entered the floor 4,5 in which the secret laboratory was located. It was big and quiet brightly light so Terra darkened it down and let the two Sherks free from the line. She controlled the supplies she had got and then left the lab, leaving the two sherks there.
    Later at the evening, Terra was seen often in the same area, always with different Sherks...
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    The following day Mathie sat in his office staring at a screen. His earpiece was turned off and he'd left strict instructions not to be interrupted. He'd locked the door. Cut off from the ship his office was silent, he couldn't even hear himself breathing.

    Slowly he explored records and reports. Information drawn across multiple screens, words and pictures together. Nial Bates, Jerol Konolith, Prail Flounds. Their profiles his attention, but he could find little to connect them. Other then each having a quick rise in stature in recent years. Receiving mystery aid from somewhere, an unknown benefactor.

    Prail Flounds, founder of Arc Security. A company of body guards a security officers hired over the ship. More often hired to people of more corrupt intentions from the criminal underworld. Though that had been unproven, despite Prail often being seen with figures. Prail himself was a heavy cyber.

    Jerol Konolith, the strangest of these three. A former key researcher in scientific labs that left his job to open a private clinic. Works as a body alterer, often changing people in strange and different ways.

    And Nial Bates. An elusive weapons dealer.

    Mathie ran searches on their current locations and activities. Coming up with very little for each of them but for frequented locations, like the club (which was the only thing seemingly linking them together). Both Bates and Flounds had subordinates, which were easier to track.

    He'd been awoken during the night, messages sounding in his cyber ear. Despite his own hopes against it, it had been confirmed. The High Enforcer Antonis Duren was dead.

    Mathie silenced the examiner, ordering them to keep silence. Other tests had been run on the bones, and would no doubt be identified soon. But Mathie didn't wish this information to arise too quickly and cause unrest for the other Enforcers.

    Cutting off his communications had been hard, the silence strange. Mathie left the offices early, sending one brief secured message to the Elite Guard, an address and his intentions.

    He went back to his quarters, changed into civilian clothing and then left the lower decks.
    And thus the Cacti army marches...


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    Now that her Laboratory was full of Sherks, Terra began to look around herself. The place was full of chemistry supplies and equipment... that was quickly being demolished by her wild behaving Sherks;
    "Stop it you little brats or I sell you to the next best restaurant!" She shouted in a tone that had a light meowing tone in it. You cannot be sure if the Sherks understood what Terra said but it seemed so as they stopped acting wildly as soon as the young woman had stopped shouting at the about 30 Sherks.
    "Now, let me begin with this..." She mumbled and put on a light pink coloured laboratory coat and put on some latex gloves in same tone before she took out some glass bottles with colourless liquid in one and in the second something red and sticky.
    "Let me make the client happy." She chuckled and began to do her dirty job.
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    Talina was pacing around her office around and around in erratic circles, letting her hands graze over every object she ran by as if they were holy instruments of power. She didn't know what else to do with herself except to make sure everything was still intact, everything was still grounded though her head felt lighter than air. All of her willpower to stop herself from visiting the downstairs compartments deep within the basement. All of her restraint to stop herself from finding a man in this club and dragging him down into those catacombs to lay him down on her table, straddle him, and take a dagger to his chest.

    But right now any suspicious moves would surely be the end of her.

    "Oh... god... why meeeeee?!" Talina shrieked. She hit the sides of her head with her wrists over and over again. Never before had she been questioned by the police. Truly, wanting Odel to find the skeleton had been her worst idea yet.

    Sparla slid silently into the office, as the bouncer decided it was a good time to break up a fight that had started on the dance floor. Gently, her slender fingers wrapped around Talina's wrists as she banged at her head, and Sparla pulled her hands down to her sides as she pressed herself against Talina.

    "It's not very sightly, to beat yourself up like so," She whispered in her ear, then danced away from Talina's grasp. The bloodlust was in her eyes, and Sparla knew to tread carefully when it was on her. She tossed her straight black hair over her shoulder and perched herself on the edge of the desk.

    "I wouldn't worry about those enforcers, sweet Talina, if that's what has you bothered," She said. "I know how to handle the likes of them." She truly didn't look as worried as Talina. In fact, she seemed almost smug.

    "They will have much more than one measily murder on their hands soon enough..."

    She motioned for Talina to sit beside her.

    Talina's eyes were streaked with tears, her mouth parted slightly and pouting. "Sparla?" She didn't think to ask how she'd gotten past the bouncer. Her body was shaking, and her words were interspersed with sniffling. "Sparla - I - I don't want them to catch me! Can you... can you make them stop? Please? Oh..." Talina pressed a finger against he forehead, feeling a terrible headache.

    Sparla reached out to Talina as she calmed, and pulled her to herself. Gently she stroked the colorful's pink hair and cooed softly.

    "It'll all be alright, Talina. We won't have to play by their rules much longer. She could see the fear and the worry in her eyes and smiled as gently as she could.
    "I'll steer them off your scent, dear. If it eases your worry. There are any number of psychotic criminals in the underground, willing to gain my favor. Perhaps one of them were the killer instead." She touched Talina's cheek. "What would the Blue Coats have to suspect?"

    Talina was one of Sparla's finest assassins. The day she let the Enforcers get their hands on her, would be the day the seven goddess walked among the people.

    "But now you must listen to what I've learned, Talina. All the gossip the Shooting Star hears is nothing by comparison."

    She then began to recount the tale one of her spies regaled to her earlier. The Grand Maiden's ignorance of the protocol, their venture into deep space, the knowlege the flight crew had that they would never find a suitable planet, all of it. Her crimson eyes shone with firery fury as she spoke.

    "Oh, you'd do all that just for me?" Talina sniffed again and then wiped away her tears. "Oh, you are so good to me, Sparla!"

    Talina listened to the tale with wide eyes, struggling to truly understand the magnitude of what Sparla was saying. She was more captivated by the look in the woman's eyes, of how powerful she was. Talina could only hope to be half as influential as she. To have all that power....

    "So, like, um... what does this mean for me?"

    The look Sparla gave her then, could only be described as utterly sinister.
    "Captain Milas thinks he's doing the right thing, but to keep this information from the people is unjust and cruel in it's most basic form. The Jericho NEEDS to know just what hand fate has given us. And so, sweet Talina..." Sparla twirled one of her long fingers through Sparla's hair.
    "How quickly do you think you could...spread the word? I'm sure you have one or two little birdies in your nest. Most of my men from the underground can't show their faces on over half of the ship." She let Talina's hair slip off her finger.

    "And once the seeds of mass hysteria have been sown, the REAL fun can begin."

    The reaction was delayed, but her painted lips eventually spread into a grin. "Oh yes, I can take care of that!" Talina hopped back from Sparla, her dress creeping up her thighs. She quickly grabbed the end of the dress and wiggled it back down so it was flat. She then gave a salute with a little jump and a giggle. "You can count on me, Sparla! I've got the best men in the business!"

    Sparla tilted her head and smiled.
    "I wouldn't have come to you if I didn't think so," she said.



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    The news that the Jericho X-7 was a adrift in deep space, spread through the ship faster than wildfire.

    Captain Milas had had to step forward and come clean about the whole thing, as well as issue an apology to not only the denizens of Jericho, but to the other ships, searching the cosmos as well.

    Tensions began to rise higher than ever before. With the Archonians now aware of their fate - to be stuck aboard a ship for goddesses knew how long - the Jericho began to feel too small. Too cramped. More so than usual. Fighting escalated. Shifters and cybers, colorfuls and pures were all going at each others throats. After all, one less body meant more room for the rest.

    They cursed their goddesses names, and felt abandoned.

    In this environment, Sparla knew exactly how to play the game...
    Pretty soon, the random killings and bar fights would seem like child's play. Sparla didn't fight with kid gloves. Soon the poison would be ready. Soon the Captain, the grand maiden, and the elite guard would be so overwhelmed and stretched thin that she could make her move and deliver the final blow.

    Soon....

    But for now she still had to play it safe. It wouldn't do to be found out just yet. She also had to protect Talina and Tera: two very precious assets to her plan.

    With that undercover blue coat, Antonis, out of the way many of her inner circle were urging her to make her move now. But Sparla's paranoia ran deep, and she feared another Enforcer could have replaced him. She couldn't risk revealing herself quite yet. So her Steel Serpents were left to unsatisfactorily carry out her bidding.

    Interesting rumors began to surface while she waited. About drug deals happening at Super Nova, and that the girlfriend of one of Sparla's men had been involved. This intrigued her quite a bit. And she began to see a unique opportunity to plant a spy in the workplace of Talina's competitor.

    "Brees..." Sparla rolled the name around on her tongue as she observed the intel one of her spies had handed over. She smiled. Another pawn indeed....

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    "I can't even look after my girlfriend now?" shouted Kleil, punching a wall. His face was flushed with anger, and his knuckles were busted open.

    "That's not-" stuttered Kaya. Her voice caught in her throat when Kleil swirled round, glaring at her.

    She sunk deeper into her chair, hiding her bruised face in her hands. Her eyes stung from crying and she could barely breathe let alone argue. She knew he was concerned, but she couldn't tell him. Her life as Brees would have been exposed, more so than even her bruised jaws managed to unravel. Kleil continued to yell, pacing back and forth in his room, occasionally punching the wall when his built up frustration became too much.

    "What the hell did you get yourself into?" he demanded, scowling down at her.

    "I can't... I don't know." Her answer didn't quell his anger.

    "How can you not know?"

    She stuttered, and shook her head. Biting her bottom lip opened up the cut the Colorful caused. She tasted blood in her mouth and she choked back a sob. Kleil threw his hands up in the air in frustration. He continued to rant and yell in their confined room. Then suddenly, he stopped. Slowly, he turned towards her and bent down. He cupped her chin lightly and lifted her head. "You're hiding something from me."

    She tried to shake her head, but he tightened his grip. "I'm not blind; I know I haven't been paying for your," he gestured to her spots, "colors. I haven't given you enough for all that. I know your parents won't supply your habit. So who has?"

    She swallowed, and refused to answer.

    He laughed, and shook his head. "I knew it," he said, "I knew it! I knew you couldn't be trusted. Nausi said-"

    "-Nausi doesn't know shit!" yelled Kaya. Fresh tears trailed down her cheeks and she beat at his arm till he let go. "Nausi's nothing but a fucking slimball who doesn't know anything about anything!"

    He was quiet for a moment, his facial features unchanging as he mauled over her outburst. His brows furrowed and his lips formed a tight, thin line. "He said he's been paying for them."

    The pain that shot through her mouth was nothing compared to the verbal shock she received. "That's not true."

    Kleil straightened up, and looked away. "I wasn't good enough for you." Everything she said fell upon deaf ears. "You could have just told me you found someone else," he said, sucking on his teeth, "I would have understood."

    Kaya started to break. Ignoring the pain, ignoring the situation she was in right now, she laughed. She laughed right in his face and her laughter grew till it was all she could do. Wiping tears from her eyes, she giggled between deep breaths. Standing up, she smiled up at him, "You know nothing." She shook her head, and chuckled. "If you knew anything, you'd know Nausi's a snake ready to strike you down. You'd know he's a liar. You'd know he has sexually harassed me."

    She shook her head, "You'd know a lot more if you knew anything."

    Over the next few days, things had erupted into chaos. Not just for her, but for everyone on the ship. News of drifting into deep space spread throughout the ship like wild fire. Her own family was overwhelmed by that information. Kaya was forced to hide her coloring and paid to have her hair reverted back to its normal white color. She wasn't allowed out of her parents' home. She suffered through the panicked conversations between her parents, the skeptical looks from her younger siblings who were pulled from their studies. Things felt crowded and she itched to get away, but she was stuck.

    On seldom outings, she heard whispers, seen fights break out between people. Their reasoning? More food for them and their family. Honestly, she didn't know what to make out of all of this. The failed drug deal with Thato and Constance, the doctors. Meeting a high ranking drug dealer in the underground. The drama with Kleil and Nausi. For the briefest of moments as she shifted through books in the library, she thought she would have been better off never meeting Kleil; never experiencing the sexual thrills; becoming a Colorful. The only place she was allowed to go was her job in the library. And even then, it wasn't her real job.

    She escaped from her prying family between the bookshelves, losing herself in the archaic relics of the past - books that had long since gone out of style with the invention of more intelligent communication devices, computers, teleportation pads. She blamed technology for her problems - anything that would shift the blame to somewhere else. Her chest hurt too much to think about everything that happened, and goddesses know how warped her mind had become.

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    Terra was in the park on the higher levels of Jericho, for the first time for few weeks. It had been quiet busy times for her while working on her delivery for "Sparly", the nickname she had given to her employeer always amused her and she had to chuckle.
    Of course there had been some other things too that had caused some disturbance, the truth that they were drifting throught empty space since how many years without any chance to find a new home planet...

    Well, it didn't concern her much but the reaction of the other Archons on Jericho had disturbed her. The black mailbox of her was spilling over all the time as people wanted the "best" to kill the nerving neighbour or someone else totally uninteresting person. As if not a normal thug from the streets would be enough these days.

    Terra sighed, she hadn't been working for good two weeks now, it wasn't necessary and it was even a bit dangerous to dance in a club with the current situation. Even now she was not wearing the usual shiny, neon- or pastel coloured clothes that were usually cut very sparingly. She was wearing the long, black coat she usually wore when working as a hitman, under it the black clothes of her.

    This had turned quiet boring. She could now almost surely say for which group the poison of her would be given;
    The Bluecoats and the commanding officers, captain Milas, The Grand Maiden and maybe even the technicans who ontrolled the ship, Sparla propably had her own by now.
    Terra yawned and streched her arms. Her tail was iching under the coat as it couldn't move freely but shifters weren't the most welcomed persons in the higher levels so she covered her tail and ears.

    As Terra walked toward the exit, she observed how far the anarchy had furthured, it was like the poison she was brewing, it moved inside the weins of Jericho, corrupting and destroying. This was propably one step in Sparlas plan as well as it now was easier to get rid of many Bluecoats due of the riots or they were at least busy all the time.
    "This ship is like a ripe fruit that should be plucked. Only problem is that there is nobody to pluck it and so a worm nags it from inside, rotting it while the fruit still hangs in the tree." Terra chuckled and entered the Telepad in order to go back into her lab and finish the poison...
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