August 25th, OE 102
Bunker 48 Factory Floor
L4 Cluster, Kunlun Colony
"...So noisy."
Eris Pseudea grumbled as she strode through the front doors of the "Bunker 48" factory. There wasn't too much in the ways of activity... Though, she thought, that was to be expected, what with the majority of the work being done by machines these days. Piles of scrap had been cleaned recently off the floor, and the place's new owners had put a fresh lick of paint on what had once been little more than an abandoned shipyard. Her fingers ran through her hair as she walked, nosily peering at anything that caught her fancy, before her attention was grabbed by the machine nestled in a berth at the far end of the room.
"That must be it." She mumbled, but before she could make her way over, she was interrupted by the sound of dress shoes clacking against concrete as a voice rang out to her.
"Eris Pseudea, correct?"
"Sir Thane Ashford, at your service."
The Lunarian noble in exile flashed his patented smile as he approached. The time apart from the Moon had been... painful, to say the least, but here at least he had found fertile ground for his ideas. Meyven Elhirut had seen fit to give him shelter, and he was not so spiteful a man as to bite the hand that fed him. While the initial adjustment had been difficult, the time alone had allowed him to branch out, exploring new ideas, with the materials of the Colonies serving as an ample canvas for him to paint upon...
For a tidy profit, of course.
"It was I who designed this..." He paused for dramatic effect, closing his eyes.
"Masterpiece."
"Ashford...? Hrk."
Eris let out a noise like a strangled chicken, causing the Lunarian to pause in his explanation, raising an eyebrow quizzically as he looked her over again, skeptically.
"Hm? ...Have we met?" He asked, good naturedly.
"N-No! I mean, not directly."
Quietly, the woman's mind was flashing back to the many times she had stolen from stockpiles bearing that name on Luna. The life of a smuggler wasn't an easy one, and the past six months had made business practically dry up as the fires of war continued to rage. It wasn't as if she could do anything in a mere Axio either, so it had fallen to her to keep track of requests and information, leaving the heavy lifting to Sayuri.
"I uh, I just heard of you before. That's all."
To her surprise, Ashford's features brightened.
"Ah, from my latest exhibition?"
"Right, yes." Said the mercenary hurriedly, grasping for words as quickly as they would come to mind;
"Your work is very... Visionary. Inspiring, I mean."
Ashford laughed, giving the woman an appreciative pat on the shoulder from his gloved hands, and began to lead her in the direction of the unit she had spied earlier.
"You flatter me. Come along then... I think you're going to love her."
Bunker 48 Factory Floor
L4 Cluster, Kunlun Colony
"...So noisy."
Eris Pseudea grumbled as she strode through the front doors of the "Bunker 48" factory. There wasn't too much in the ways of activity... Though, she thought, that was to be expected, what with the majority of the work being done by machines these days. Piles of scrap had been cleaned recently off the floor, and the place's new owners had put a fresh lick of paint on what had once been little more than an abandoned shipyard. Her fingers ran through her hair as she walked, nosily peering at anything that caught her fancy, before her attention was grabbed by the machine nestled in a berth at the far end of the room.
"That must be it." She mumbled, but before she could make her way over, she was interrupted by the sound of dress shoes clacking against concrete as a voice rang out to her.
"Eris Pseudea, correct?"
"Sir Thane Ashford, at your service."
The Lunarian noble in exile flashed his patented smile as he approached. The time apart from the Moon had been... painful, to say the least, but here at least he had found fertile ground for his ideas. Meyven Elhirut had seen fit to give him shelter, and he was not so spiteful a man as to bite the hand that fed him. While the initial adjustment had been difficult, the time alone had allowed him to branch out, exploring new ideas, with the materials of the Colonies serving as an ample canvas for him to paint upon...
For a tidy profit, of course.
"It was I who designed this..." He paused for dramatic effect, closing his eyes.
"Masterpiece."
"Ashford...? Hrk."
Eris let out a noise like a strangled chicken, causing the Lunarian to pause in his explanation, raising an eyebrow quizzically as he looked her over again, skeptically.
"Hm? ...Have we met?" He asked, good naturedly.
"N-No! I mean, not directly."
Quietly, the woman's mind was flashing back to the many times she had stolen from stockpiles bearing that name on Luna. The life of a smuggler wasn't an easy one, and the past six months had made business practically dry up as the fires of war continued to rage. It wasn't as if she could do anything in a mere Axio either, so it had fallen to her to keep track of requests and information, leaving the heavy lifting to Sayuri.
"I uh, I just heard of you before. That's all."
To her surprise, Ashford's features brightened.
"Ah, from my latest exhibition?"
"Right, yes." Said the mercenary hurriedly, grasping for words as quickly as they would come to mind;
"Your work is very... Visionary. Inspiring, I mean."
Ashford laughed, giving the woman an appreciative pat on the shoulder from his gloved hands, and began to lead her in the direction of the unit she had spied earlier.
"You flatter me. Come along then... I think you're going to love her."
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