Si vis pacem...

[Enkidu]

Location: Kreuzberg Depot, New Berlin System, Rheinland Core Space
Date: 27/02/825
Local station time: 16:53 PM

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Gunn, suited in hazard-kakhi against the greying hullplates, stood as solid as David beyond the frame of the pressure-wall, monitoring the movement of Alise through the contours of the frame, eyeline mirroring hers through the mass of her visor, sunk her teeth into her gloves to suppress the seething. The crawlspace wasn't tall enough to stand, let alone cram three industriously equipped marines of the Syndic guard.

"Eyes on. The fat one's blocking the exit. Stiff 'Schuhs here like a slap of marbled thick cut with a cherry of ju-jitsu for a garnish, over."

She felt useless. The distance was too great. Before she'd charge in shooting, Alise's immaculate nails would be spread all over the ground.

“Mother frkk….! She’s got the guard drinking already. Does she want to poison Jeeves or whatever?” She swore noiselessly into the hull, cradling her rifle stock like a nervous mother uses her baby as a therapy animal, jamming herself hard against the riveted pressure walls, ear to the insulation, arm high, punched up in the near-vaccum, head level. HOLD, her fibres screamed. If the fingers dropped, the boots would stream.

She switched focus to the lens of the guard, Weber, bedecked in a pearlescent suit that looked more at home on Baden-Baden He folded his arms, neutral, yes, but with the potential of action, like a kinetic machine of old hovering between gears. The slightest crease formed at the edge of his eyes as he saw Alise ordering alcohol in complete defiance of the intelligence brief that the particularly paranoid Syndic stiffs had provided her with. Propriety was paramount, even here, in this confluent area between politics. Gunn shifted, watching for what the bodyguard would do. The Direktorate had chosen Alise because she fit the expectations – aristocratic, high-minded, everything the Bundschuh agitprop hit pieces tried to pin on Garen’s band. Call it an institutional joke.

Gunda wasn't laughing.

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THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
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