Asteroid Blues

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[Sarcophaga]: I thought you had dealth with Bullshark's daughter.

[Stratagem]: We did. We sent her a message with one of her Odalisques and she left with her tail between her legs.

[Sarcophaga]: Then, pray tell me, why is her ship back in Human Edge and why is she getting info on us from a Yu Jing contact?

[Stratagem]: ...

[Sarcophaga]: I pay you to deal with this sort of thing! So far, you three clowns have proven to be nothing more than incompetente fools!

[Stratagem]: We'll take care of it.

[Sarcophaga]: You better. And for the love of everything Holy, don't leave a trace.

[Stratagem]: That's our specialt-

[Sarcophaga] DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP!!! WE'VE BEEN TIPTOEING SINCE YOUR LAST SCREW-UP!!!
*Sigh* I'm sorry. I'm under a lot of stress. I don't want the Hassassins after me again.

[Stratagem]: You're safe. We will always keep you safe.

[Sarcophaga]: You better, I'm the only thing between you and The Observance.

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Yu JIng Imperial Service Med Bay

Sireen stared at the Deva Functionary. She looked human, yet at the same time, not so. The Deva’s eyes betrayed no emotion and her soft smile just made the hairs in Sireen’s back of the neck stand.

“These are the transcripts of the Magpie Conclave’s monitored communications.” said the Deva in a soft-spoken tone very similar to Battle Charmer’s. “I’m sure your Odalisques will find them, educational.”

“What’s the catch?” asked Sireen, narrowing her eyes as she received the data pack.

“No catch. Aleph is love.” replied the Deva widening her smile. “Also, our goals concerning this particular trio seem to align.”

The Deva turned one-eighty degrees with preternatural precision and headed for the door. “Your Odalisque Apple Pie helped one of our agents escape the ‘care’ of those three, at the expense of her own suffering. Would you give her our thanks?”

“I will.” answered Sireen, a chill running down her spine.