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Down at the Resource Complex

Down at the special resource complex
‘What’s that smell?’
‘Dunno, dewiek?’
‘How would you know, you’ve never even seen a dewiek.’
‘True, but then I have never smelt anything like that either.’
‘It’s Trexonian beetle flange,’ this from the new arrival, just pulling a tray from the receptacle at the start of the buffet line.
The two women turned and stared at the man evaluating his comment. Was he serious, trying to be funny or did he have another agenda. They glanced at each other with a look sufficient to encourage one to take the bait, if that was indeed what it was.
‘Your cologne or the food being served?’ said in a not quite flirty but also not quite dismissive tone.

He got the message, more details or piss off.

‘I work down at the planetary specialist resource extraction facilities of the base. There was a rupture in one of the incoming pods that flooded the bay area with Trexonian beetles. They emit a rather strong smelling sebaceous fluid from a rim of their carapaces that the locals call the flange.’ They stared. ‘I have showered and scrubbed half a dozen times. The smell is lingering but they say it will go in a day or so. Did I say I was new here? I think it may be a newboy prank they pull.’ He smiled weakly. ‘The names James,’ he finished, proffering a hand in a friendly manner.


The two women looked at the hand but neither ventured to reach for it, leaving it hanging awkwardly between them until the new guy returned it to holding the other side of his tray.

‘Say, you two ever drank raw beconisian nectar?’ Clearly from their faces they hadn’t, ‘It is something found in the stomach crop from the Trexonian beetle. There’s nowhere near enough to exploit commercially so we pass around amongst ourselves rather than report it. You know full well if we did them upstairs would simply requisition its extraction and keep it for themselves. Same thing would happen if we got caught trying to smuggle it out of the section.’ As though a sudden thought had occurred, he continued, ‘You should visit us down there, my section is Delta 2, trust me, you won’t regret it.’
‘If it tastes as bad as you smell, you can keep it.’ Not the most polite rebuff.
‘Let’s just say you would put up with smelling like this for a week just for a glass.’

They were now listening. That’s the thing about working at a starbase, exotics pass though the port on a daily basis either destined for distant worlds or from distant worlds destined for the insatiable civilian markets. No matter which direction they were headed, mark-ups meant that personnel could never afford them, even if they hung around gathering dust in great warehouses for years. The chance at something that was slipping under commerce control was not to be ignored. Further, as it was not a registered resource at worst they might pull some shitty shifts for being out of their designated zones. Finally, like most base, boredom amongst personnel was prevalent.

It was more than a week before Tersi and Issa found their way down to Delta 2 section. James had eventually scrubbed up clean after a couple of days and chattiness aside proved to be not a bad’un. He had come in a few weeks back, transfer from somewhere in Halo, though even he wasn’t certain. It rained a lot and the base was most staffed by humans, which pretty much qualifies for most starbases the Peripheries over.
James seemed inclined to make more of this than was first intimated; something to do with it not just being his secret stash. Anyway, the lads down at Delta 2 were willing to indulge a little female company around a bottle or so of beconisian nectar so arrangements had been made. They already had clearance for similar security level sections and so had pulled a few favours amongst the troops assigned to the wing. This would buy them a few three hours, more than enough time for a couple of swift drinks and a break in the monotony.

‘Caves,’ stated James cryptically when he met them in a large bay area consisting of slick plastic and steel. Standard fifteen metre pods were stacked along two walls while various automated machines carried them from one side into what was presumably a sanitizer and collected then stacked them at the other. When they stared blankly and waited for his usual effusive expansion he simply turned and walked over to a large outlined ground plate until they joined him inside the line. As the twenty by twenty metre plate dropped away they were carried down through a much bigger chamber below. ‘The pods arrive in one of the adjacent bays and are unpacked after screening and the usual security stuff then cleaned for re-use as you have just seen. What few realise though is that part of this section of the base is above the defensive cave system. Not a big part, not even used, just foam insulated.’ By this time they had descended around sixty metres. Apart from the irregular shape of the room, betraying its natural origin, the cave was like the vast majority of the base, covered in off-white and badly stained plastic insulating foam. The ground had for the most part been levelled except at one end where it rose irregularly to meet the ceiling. More pods were scattered around in various states of repair. Despite the constant whir of air recycling, there was a background smell they had encountered in the refectory.

Suddenly James disappeared having scaled up the irregular floor at the end of the cave. He was there a second ago then gone but as they took another step forward they realised that in the bright lights and lack of definition to the walls, they had completely missed an outcrop behind which James had stepped. Here they found a narrow opening and could hear voices, James amongst them. As Issa and Tersi entered they were warmly greeted by around a dozen people, mostly male and all human. As their eyes adjusted to lower light levels they made out various vats, crates and packages. How some of these were made to fit through the narrow opening was a mystery.



Introductions continued as the two sides weighed up the potential of these new contacts. That both Terri and Issa worked primarily in basic production may well have encouraged James to seek their friendship. Those on basic production are always popular. The ability to run cadcam protocols to fill in gaps in the manufacturing itinerary is a clear winner for anybody wanting to some personnel gear. Replacement parts at short notice can be the difference between knocking off early and pulling a double shift. Then there are requests for a few personal bits and pieces such as small stills and micro-refineries such as those littering the tables. This may well be the reason that production and resource sections are invariably at opposite ends of the starbase and if administration had any say, never the twain should meet.
Less than a month later James, Tersi and quite a few others found themselves transferred to new sections. Their contracts were also flagged for the next personnel relocation. It was also intimated that they would be freezing their asses off on some distant asteroid where the sun was no brighter than a star.

The ‘boiler room’ was stripped and new ‘loyal’ personnel were assigned to Trexonian beetle processing under Issa. This was the same Issa who had not only been promoted from manufacturing but was rumoured to be very close to the under-chief administrator. Consensus is that it had a lot of do with her being spotted naked and intoxicated around the admin section just prior to reallocation of personnel. Nobody however calls her the under-under-chief.

If you ever have the privilege to be called to the under-chief administrator’s office you may see a curious decanter on his drinks cabinet and if you’re especially lucky you may get a sip of something rather unusual, something that stellars simply cannot buy.





 
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Yenni-bodies Pirates?

A PIR outpost was miraculously discovered by an IMP freighter, of all things, in the Yanni system with several Javelin class warships in orbit. After noticing the IMP freighter and seeing the public post by Jack Jones on subspace, the PIR decided to flee and leave a combined force of IMP and FET forces to capture the outpost. A brain damaged three-year old commentator who still believed in the goodness of people and Santa Claus was quick to commend the IMP on their good work, dismissing those who thought it no more than a convenient clearing up operation signifying* completion of operations in the nearby FET claimed systems of Graydown, Canth and Onissian by IMP puppet Edward Lowe. Meanwhile, the Wolf Lord Lyceum summed up the view of many when he screamed, “What is this amateur b*llshit?” into an uncaring universe.


 
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Crowe Coups Self

The IMP Viceroy Tiberius Crowe has finally achieved something in his unremarkable tenure by relinquishing even the semblance of wearing big boy pants and instead, appointed Jack Jones as Patrol Commissioner, salty spokesperson and policy maker for the Empire. Crowe will now join CIA Director Laton in riding the special bus to work where the two of them will enjoy long pleasant afternoons sipping cups of tea. Actually, just tepid fruit-scented water as neither of them can be fully trusted with a hot kettle. Occasionally, they might be visited by equally dynamic war “veteran” Admiral Bridge to enjoy mimes presenting the latest comics from the Howl. Meanwhile, Jones is putting pressure on the FET and will soon no doubt find a pretext to deploy his vast mercenary forces against anyone else who is seen working too closely with his most hated of enemies, the HEX.


 
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Highlord Aadolf Loses Control As Dewiek Break Peace Treaty

Around one hundred DEN warships have launched an attack on a small GTT destroyer squadron of forty ships in the Daggern system. Two GTT ships were destroyed and another fifteen suffered noticeable damage. CEO Xavier Fox issued a restrained but angry statement demanding the DEN explain themselves. Highlord Aadolf’s buffoon-like response amounted to “Dewiek be Dewiek, let’s drink and forget about it.” Cold comfort for the dead crew onboard the GTT ships and their families. Especially, as seems likely at this time, the Empire will settle for some bloody money instead of retribution.


 
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The Worm Turns

The FET have reduced relations with the IMP to neutral. Sneezy boss Cu Chulainn took the bold step of putting 1 and 1 together by linking recent mercenary attacks in their systems with the IMP scouts seen loitering for some time and refusing to move. Even bolder, hints that they believe “a certain Imperial citizen” is responsible for Edward Lowe’s entire underhand operation were voiced loudly enough that the handsome but hard of hearing Tiberius Crowe had to take note. He was seen grappling in trademark fashion with his skin tight jacket, pulling it down over his partially concealed middle-aged girth, as he sat to issue a terse public statement. Exactly who this citizen may be was left unnamed and no news channel subject to Imperial laws would dare unmask the villain. Luckily dear readers, we are not subject to phony Imperial laws. It’s Jack Jones everybody. Jack Jones, butcher of Naplians and fancier of silver long johns.


 
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”Necessity hath no law”

Lord Cromwell of the DOM slapped a fleet of privateers, on charges of "knavery", "bad manners" and "poor sportsmanship." Such offences carry the death sentence in the Dominion, a nebulous territory neither part of the Empire nor apart from it. At least thirteen Armadillo class ships, typically sold by the DOM, were destroyed at a location Cromwell was unwilling to disclose publicly. Bloodthirsty Dewiek as well as "prince of peace" Yahn Wodenzoon were quick to congratulate the DOM for their merciless carnage. It seems the consensus in the galaxy’s ruling class is that not presenting valid identification is a crime worthy of the murder of dozens, perhaps hundreds, of unfortunate crewmen. This is all just another indicator that the political elite are far removed from the lives of ordinary people who are seen as little more than meat inventory. It is telling so-called “man of the people and the downtrodden” Wodenzoon so readily aligns himself with this grisly concord. Meanwhile, the archaic elocutionist Cromwell further establishes the recent trend of mild exertions of power by the cold-blooded DOM.


 
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Return of the Fox

The galaxy is still digesting news of the return of Xavier Fox to the boardroom of the GTT. The ailing corporation's share price began a sharp rally after a six month downward spiral under Ike Krieger, credited with being the worst CEO in the megacorporation's history. The only surviving board member from Fox's initial tenure as CEO, and perhaps across the entire GTT board, is Antt Tilton the Research Director. The reclusive Tilton is the brains behind the ascension of GTT technology, particularly in the field of antimatter weapons and super-heavy dreadnought size ships, Tilton offers a small measure of continuity during this tumultuous time. Mr. Fox has therefore resorted to a broad appeal for new blood to join the ailing firm. So far, the result has been a number of two-dimensional "Yes" persons being promoted to the C-suite. Still, key stakeholders were upbeat with one commenting, "Fox is the man to turn this bloody disaster around. He knows how to put a great team together and where to bury the bodies of the non-performers."


 
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