… right on in. Sialann needs something to ease the pain; Torq has come with on a ride along, talking with Garet and Kallen on the ship’s comm during the trip about which direction they should go. While the best thinking might be done in solitude, Exo Laant is in turmoil, where the worst decisions are made; artillery shells fall on the city scape, erupting in geysers of debris and pain, their flashes like heat lightning against a clouded sky. On the way in, Torq notices that this is very close to the address Irulan’s factor gave him about the officer selling weapons. The Taxi leaves them in a district of desperation to come out and score before it all falls apart, at a club called the Blue Light, immediately after exiting the taxi they are assailed by a woman sharping her wares, offering “a good time”.
Back on the ship, Walt, after stowage of the airship, ruminates on the fate of his father while peering into McCready’s crystal ball, too bad it can see neither past nor future. Nor can it explain why his father was fighting in Netherburn subsector, other than that of the most obvious reason to be fighting the black ships. From what little information he can find on the news, it seems his father had volunteered for the expeditionary forces.
Garet, stowing the airship in the Witch’s hold, gets to thinking that the twin props could be replaced with higher efficiency electric motors, and the clumsy engine by a portable fusion generator, both probably at least half the size of the current engine, induction gear drive setup it has now. This is until other fundamental questions arise about their destination, and how to make money; Floriant may seem a dud as far as cargoes and passengers, but not to raiders up for a smash and grab. Torq is right in that the worlds of the frontier all seem to be spinning in the devil’s grip, Kallen knows that Irulan won’t send out the bounty hunters to slit throats over a payment is missed, as long as a message is sent. Garet might remember as well, Jaq telling him that the Black Ships are said to be gathering in a fleet coreward, and other forces are gathering like storm clouds as well to drift in that direction to fight them.
Jaq struggles with the strange sightings of Tandeel and maybe Eve, but also the dreams, and not to let the dreams become the master. But soon enough, Jaq is distracted by a man with what looks to be a Butler Bot, waving at the cargo ramp camera to the bridge; it is a fine time, nightfall and all; and without the security densimeter scanner buds installed all the way yet.
[ooc: a cool scifi vid and bit of music for atmosphere – Massive Attack – Dissolved girl]