Defendant in a Prosecutor - J. Florence.

[Tantalum]

A collection of sticky notes adhering to around the cockpit of the Wendigo.

• 1600 is meds, don’t freakin die!
  
• RIP Stone, gone too soon.
  
• Ask her out next time? NO
  
• Shopping list:
  Rum
  Get prescription filled
  Synth paste
  
• Do not bite Choomba’s shiny metal ass.
  
• Reminder: refuel soon, fuel gauge is busted.
  
• The skinwalker doesn’t like me.
  
• IMG has warships in Inverness. Might be interesting.
  
• Corporates tried to pay me to kill a Militant.
  Might be worth a shot.
  
• Why did we blow Leniex?
  
• Stay out of Inverness. Nobody to rob there.
  
• Aliens in Cortez. Stay clear for a while.
  
• Maintain power armor this week.
  
• Gotta find an album to listen to that isn’t Violet
  
• Eyes feel like they’re on fire out of nowhere.
  Get that checked out?
  
• Figure out why mood swings. Just take painkillers.
  
• Can’t die yet. Too much left to do.
  
• Todo: Kick that back alley doc’s ass. Todo: kick his ass again
  
• I forgot to remember to forget to remember to forget to
  
• I took your energy drinks, sorry. <3
  
• SiriusDate user/pwd
  FunFlorence
  bestAIprofiles1!
  
• Find that spider sometime. There’s a spider on board.
  
• Killed that spider.
  

[Tantalum]

Another flurry of notes, despite having access to an actual terminal.

• Found some old friends. They have the old fleet together.
  
  I only remember the one of them, and she's the scary one.
• Technocracy's lab creature got loose and started killing their guys. Guy named Ariel Caliban.
  
• Some kind of credit crunch. Now all their money is as worthless as mine.
  
• GC friend (Bretonian) pilot claiming to work for Revenant passing through Inverness. Yellowfin.
  
• Just my luck, as soon as I fall back in with the old crew, here comes the LSF.
  
• Note to self: See about plastic surgery.
  
  We probably have a HMO, I might be in trouble.
• I need to requisition different guns on this thing. I'm not in the pirate game anymore.
  
• If Technocracy gets the Vespucci experience, what's the biggest thing I can make off with?
  
• Can't surrender with kit, will get life sentence; I'm ride or die with Prometheus now.
  

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Even more notes adorn the inside of the cockpit. One would think the boat’s running out of space at this point, but Jackie keeps finding places to put them.

• Whoever pressed the skinwalker into combat has a sick sense of humor.
  
• The machines flying alongside us are not to be trusted.
  
• Our boss is a crybaby weapon. Great.
  
• We’ll win and Megiddo can be a museum.
  
• Sammy and Sapphire, sitting in a tree TOO SOON
  
• I wonder what the Earth lady is like.
  
• Note: Check on fuel supply, we burn it like crazy.
  
• The scorpion will sting. It must.
  
• HUNGERISHUNGERISHUNGERISDESIRE
  
• One day, we’ll come home as heroes
  
• I hope Iris didn’t enlist. I did all this for her future.
  

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Those are some impressive scorch marks. Oh well, with whatever notes those were scorched, more room's been freed up.

• BMF has a high turnover rate, they're giving anyone who walks in a million-credit transport. Possible bailout destination?
  
• Birmingham is also buying up H-Fuel. Whatever's going on in Liberty has people talking.
  
• This Galway pilot thinks me a miscreant. A miscreant!
  
  He's not wrong.
• There's a lot more traffic in New London. Maybe if I'd tried my luck there before...
  
• Ageira has an Optronics crunch. Is Kishiro cutting them off?
  
  If I had money, I'd be shorting them right now.
• QUIT YOUR WHINING
  
• Order capitals operating around California.
  

[Tantalum]

Another flurry of notes.

• This statement is false.
  
  Did I getcha, Megiddo?
• I’ve stashed the fuel. Here’s hoping ice miners don’t stumble on it.
  
• Hey good-looking, you come around here often?
  Hey there, sweet thing, want a ride on Jackie’s Express? HELL NO
  Wanna find out how the rest of this is mercifully illegible
  
• I’m a shaaaaaaark!
  
  The pilot of the Wendigo is not, in fact, a shark.
• I stole your energy drinks again <3
  
• THE FUCKING SPIDER IS BACK
  
• He’s in the walls.
  
• this sticky note, instead of writing, has one spider, smushed
  
  Gotcha
• More cobwebs, there are more spiders here.
  
• She took my rum too. The crate has spider webs in it already.
  

[Tantalum]

The meeting goes as smoothly as Jackie can hope. The fabber goes down to only the micrometer, at that level takes days to produce anything, and fills up almost all of Wendigo’s space. The Kishiro integrated circuits ripped out of their consumer hardware have to be manually set in the fabber’s system as what Jackie wants it to be used for, which is a hassle, but the fabber’s documentation is shockingly concise and usable.

It has taken most of Jackie’s stashes from her career in piracy, including some recently “borrowed“ Molybdenum, to pay the workshop off for it, as she has gone to great pains to keep this as off the books as can be, but now, work can begin. Guadalajara leather is the first thing, as a test. A new holster for Jackie’s revolver is at her hip within the hour.

Then comes Jackie’s master plan: a “silver bullet”, for use on robots unknown, and the cause of her secrecy. Were the greater Technocracy to know of her planned insurance policy, she figures her life could be measured in hours. The open source 3D modeling software on her ancient Kishiro terminal works just fine. The design is crude: A bullet jacketed in silver, hollowed out and missing its tip. Its payload: nanobots under pressure, programmed to seek out and consume power and heat sources within the seconds of power they have, sustained in suspended animation until their moment of glory by both a highly volatile (and so deemed unsafe everywhere except Houston’s factories) battery within the bullet itself, also serving as a secondary payload, and a consumer grade mini power cable hooked into a power hub tapping into Wendigo’s reactor.

Jackie’s combat knife is already etching chicken scratch on the sides of the three bullets the machine has spat out. The chicken scratch becomes names:
MEGIDDO
YORUHA
TO WHOM IT/MAY CONCERN
That last one needed both sides.

And, of course, ever more sticky notes appear around the cockpit of the Wendigo.

• If Megiddo drums me out, go over his head, privateer for the Technocracy?
  
• Most of my stashes are gone. Harder to slip away to replenish them now.
  
• These railguns are excellent.
  
• Everyone’s too legit, I can’t sell fabrication out the trunk of my ride.
  Quality of it sucks too. I wouldn’t pay for this.
  
• Megiddo commissioned me. Me, a commissioned officer.
  
• I now have paperwork to do, my downtime has evaporated.

And a sheet of paper, addressed to the tech Prometheus would assign, officers doing their own maintenance being almost unheard of in most militaries, taped near the fuel gauge.

• Attention Technician!
  I do my own maintenance on this thing. Unless I request work be done, in person, mark this ship “combat ready” and move on. Also mind the notes, I know where all of them are.
  Feel free to take a break in my hold so my request doesn’t hit your metrics. Just don’t open the big box, it’s classified hazmat you shouldn’t even know exists.

Why Jackie saw the need to also attach a bottle of beer and pack of smokes to the fuel gauge with actual cellophane tape and bootleg cotton string, despite far superior adhesives being available, is a mystery for the ages. It would be so easy for anyone in her cockpit to just take the beer.

[Tantalum]

Mood swings. Gotta hate ‘em. Jackie knows on some level that this is not her, and what she’s feeling isn’t real, but she’d be damned if she-

The knife slips, straight into her reinforced leggings. “Not today, old friend.” The dull pain, mostly from the surprise than any actual damage, is already receding. Working with tools is helping a little, but this work of art just can’t be rushed. The scratches into the side of the little cylinder that could continue, until they spell out JOSHUA HUNT.

• If I have the bullet with your name on it, does that make you immortal?
  
• The kids, especially Bellamy, remember a Legion of heroes. Big shoes to fill.
  
• I saw the Eastvale earlier.
  
• CHEW ON FLAVOR
  
• FILL YOUR HUNGER
  
• SYNTH PASTE MAKES THE FOOD OF WONDER
  
• NO NEED TO COOK, JUST SQUEEZE AND SAVOR
  
• THE TASTIEST PASTE THE UNIVERSE’S FLAVOR
  
• IT’S A STAR, IT’S A STAR, IT’S THE TALK OF THE TOWN
  
• SYNTH PASTE, THE CHEAPEST FOOD AROUND
  
• NO NEED FOR PLATES, NO NEED FOR FUSS
  
• JUST SQUEEZE, SLURP, AND ENJOY THE TASTE
  
  THAT’S ROBUST
• SYNTH PASTE, THE FUTURE’S FEAST
  
  IN A TUBE
• A FLAVOR MASTERPIECE
  
• CHEAP, DELICIOUS, AND WITH NUTRITION
  
• SYNTH PASTE, THE GALAXY’S SENSATION
  
• Now you can’t get it out of your head either.
  

[Tantalum]

Reporting live from a cockpit where the local stimulant addict (Megiddo commissioned her, HOW?) is frantically scratching on paper.

• Psyche is digging into the minds of our soldiers to encourage them to do things.
  
• Niiwakwhatshisass says the Vagrants are guiding the Technocracy.
  
• They want to grow even more powerful.
  
• We have no guarantee they're not going to wipe us out the moment they can.
  
• Bellamy's coming back, I can't grill on whether the aliens influenced the Navy to help Niiwhyishisnamesolong and friends escape.
  
• This isn't over.