The Killing Moon

QXR-13 Cocytvian - 65,652ly from Sol.

The ship has also been to the other extreme cardinal edges of the galaxy at the following locations:

Deep Space Security

Word came through the pipeline that the ongoing construction of Explorer’s Anchorage at the center of the galaxy had been hampered by... “repeated lapses in security.” Apparently, a Henry Class Bulk Carrier was even ambushed and disabled en-route to the site. Naturally, with such a high-profile project on the line, the powers that be wanted the best to sort it out. 

The Eavesdropper

A woman listens silently as the voices of the Federal Detectives drift through the door. They are cold, muffled, and unintelligible--in stark contrast to the whining shrieks of her boss amidst the interrogation.

"...It's--its a network of some kind--self-contained elements--as far as I can tell it pretty much runs itself, she has people that work out the details. We don't see her unless there's a problem.” 

“...I don't know where any of this goes, maybe she pockets it all--what do I care? Clearly, most of it is beyond me.”

“...How deep? Fucking deep, I haven't a goddamned clue where any of it ends! Don't you see? I can't help you, I’m no use!”

"...She said she needed time away. She's out there in the void--has been for a long time. That's all I've heard. I'm an accountant, I don't know the how's and why's of anything, just the numbers!”

“...I've already said too much, I shouldn't even be talking to you, She'll fucking put me on ice for this, I've--Just leave me alone man!"

QXR-13 Cocytvian

Happy New Year 3305!

Sirens: Fermenting Revolution 

Mezaviates 5 // Noether Bastion // Surface temperature: 20 kelvin 

The tavern was awash with corporate mercenaries grumbling about the threat of uprising in the system which had seemed to come out of nowhere in the last weeks. ‘Leftist extremists’ had up to this point already carried out several sophisticated attacks in short succession and with very few survivors. Corresponding propaganda proclaiming a new age of freedom and prosperity for the system abounded and, worryingly for them, public opinion seemed to be responding to this favorably. 

In a far corner, with her back to the wall and her pistol ready at the table, Korinne Eichwald quietly nursed a drink--her eyes steady on the patrons in front of her. Occasionally, an eye would drift upon her suspiciously. She wasn't a regular for sure, but her type came and went in old cobras like the one she had come in on all the time. As long as she was here conducting her business at a major port, and not out in the frozen wastes with those ‘bolshevik fuckheads’, she was probably nothing to worry about, they reasoned. 

They had no way of knowing the corvette drive-signature presumably responsible for destroying their convoys all week was her doing. She was just an independent trader, after all. There was no way to know she was only here now to watch the impending fireworks with sadistic pleasure.

~Prototype Testing~

After months of development, unprecedented financial investment, and seventeen not unrelated murders, a new demon of another name took its first flight... 14/11/3304.

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