Not Quite Alike

[The_Godslayer]

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Christopher Stonehill, bounty hunter. Part of the Headhunters team, and currently trying to find out if he's the last one. They had dove into deep space hunting contracts before, and lost Damien Kinsley and the Take.Two out there. Magnus made it out alive that time, and Chris went off chasing a terrorist from Rheinland into uncharted Omega space.

Black holes are a marvel of physics. Near the event horizon, light and information can orbit, keeping it in stasis. If you can get just close enough, thousands, even millions of years of signals become available to you. Paychecks have lead him to places he wouldn't go even with a gun, but this time he nearly pushed it too far. He found his man, long dead, and a year of distress signals to go with. No money to be had there, and then he had to escape from that hellscape too. What a shame.

But that wasn't the signal that made him rush home. No, instead, he had the last logs of the Take.Two. Damien had lived, in some manner, and so had Magnus. Reports on Planet Gammu flooded in, nearly two years of signals in a minute. Chris tracked her, and tracked the Mars across time. He had the last report from her ship, she was still on Gammu. Here on Gran Canaria, he had to gather his bearings, and then he was going to go find her. She may have been a robot, there was an awkward shower incident that made that much clear, but she wasn't any mere machine. No one deserved to die surrounded by those murder drones.

Chris had a plan, if it could be called that. He knew that Gammu were connected to Daam K'Vosh ruins, and in his cargo, fused to a bulkhead, he had an artifact he assumed was K'Vosh in origin. If she was alive in any kind of way, maybe there was something, anything that could be done.

And, at the very least, good people shouldn't die alone.

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I'll do something about my superiority complex when I cease to be superior.

"Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin and gettin' your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken?"