Private Chance Encounter

[Makai Dashiell]

SOLENBARAN MERCHANT ROUTE
CORPORATE SECTOR

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Milla

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Anchored firmly on the Solenbaran Merchant Route, the newest waypoint for Aina Holdings was finally in place. The Pearl Gate, a state of the art hub put into place while the company figured out next steps. All eyes rested on the Bonadan system, not far off from the route they were currently on. Not only a space for Aina Holdings, the lower ring was open for local traffic. Near Saclas, there wasn't much available, a far flung planet that was no where near as populated or prosperous as others in the Corporate Sector. A small service as Aina Holdings tried to endear and engrain themselves into the local populace.

Using the lower ring as a point of entry for himself, there were a handful of non-Aina employees mingling around. Beyond fuel a Trader ATC was in the ring on the opposite end but there was no entertainment, no merchant stalls. At best a spacer or cargo hauler could refuel their ship, grab a heat-and-eat burrito, and get back in the hyperlanes.

[ A slow start Sir. ] Thirty-Seven walked beside him, looking around.

"Of course Thirty-Seven. We just got here. This is my first visit. Besides, the Trader ATC is beneficial for our employees more than spacers, although I'm sure the word will spread. Remember, we are here to decide on a location and scout mining locations. This station will eventually just turn into a trade hub or a similar stop."

 

[Milla]

Milla had no idea why the ship she'd bullied (what was a ticket anyway?) her way onto had stopped here of all places. So what if something in the engine wasn't running properly? Just feed it more or throw something at it. Grow a new one. Graft it on.

This of course was not how engines worked. Milla considered this an oversight, honestly.

Ridiculous.

So she was left to her own devices (much to the relief of the captain) for the day or two that they were docked here. It didn't occur to her that, given the chance, the ship would happily leave without her. Even if it hadn't, she wouldn't have been fussed. She could always find an opportunity, one way or another. It wouldn't slow her down or stop her at all.

Sadly for her, the station was new. Shiny and clean and bereft of too many of the strange sorts of life that tended to accumulate where ships collected. No weird moulds, no lichens, no bacterial sludge in the corners or creatures scurrying around. Not even yet a large number of new and interesting species for Milla to collect shed bits and bobs from. Disgustingly clean. Even a good clean lab should have more interesting incidental life in it.

So yesterday Milla had released a couple of her samples. A bit of black sludge into a dark corner. Some lichen onto the wall beside a condenser. She considered herself to be very generous, sharing the microbial life the place needed to support a healthy ecosystem. It was the first time she'd ever done that.
You know how utterly bizarre that is? I certainly didn't teach you that, that kind of frankly anomalous behavior is-
Milla started to hum, loudly, as she checked on her samples. She could have been a health inspector really. Dressed in white currently (easier to see unwanted spills on), with a small data pad she'd pocketed after watching someone use it at a shop. It had taken her a bit to figure it out- and all she could currently use was the note taking function, but that was all she needed it for (as far as she was aware).

"Hey, move," impatiently, frankly rudely, at the pair between her and the condenser. Both very clean as well, just like this station. A human (? Milla was starting to realize it was often more complicated than that) man, Makai Dashiell and a droid.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With : Milla


Eating one of those famed heat and eat burritos Trader ATC was famous for, Makai was standing near a condenser, using the device to hold a cold bottled drink as he talked to Thirty-Seven. A napkin was tucked into his dress shirt and he was kind of hunched over as not to get some spicy sauce on himself. Better to let it drip on the floor and wipe it off with a napkin.

Mid-bite he came face to with a woman wanting to look at the condenser. His makeshift table. Eyebrow arced as he was told to move away from the condenser. An odd request. Iced azure gaze looked her over. Didn't look like any maintenance sentients on their station. In fact it would be odd someone would be wanting to work on a brand new condenser.

Finishing his bite of food, napkin was removed from his dress shirt and he wiped his mouth.

"Why am I moving? There's an entire hallway Miss."