GC Tea House

[zeta.foxtrot]

Deep within the depths of Ainu depot, events were beginning to come together. Of the relative willful few who remained aboard Ainu in the wake of the effective collapse of the GC leadership, few would recognize what was occuring.

A brief flickering of the station lights, and a mild power surge. Something not unheard of in the charged nebula of the Hokkaido belt. No one would have noticed.

The only ones who would were those who remembered. The large, scorched metallic holovision, a single set of red and orange lights blinking on it, and static via it's audio systems.

Perhaps to the clear-minded few, voices of the past can be heard...

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A few days later, the taskforce marshals arrived...