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"I don't fucking like it, kids."
Artemis drums her fingers on her beloved, often-rebuilt Claymore. Syane yawns, clacking her fangs.
"You don't have to. The Council is offering you a full pardon and we've mapped a small pocket past the Omega-4. Drones are building a station."
Tevos rests her hand on her bondmate's arm. Aria's hand drops to Tevos' taut, stretched-out belly, and strokes it.
Some pirate lord.
"My love, there's nowhere else safe to retire. Twins are a blessing, my love."
Jaw set and teeth clenched, T'loak finally relents.
"I'm going to visit. V-I-fucking-P treatment when I do."
"Naturally," Syane chortles.
Artemis places a hand on the mobster's shoulder.
"And don't worry. There's only one rule on Omega. Don't replace the couch."
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"This is like outer Armali," Arty mutters.
"More stripper boots though..." her sister jokes.
"Well," Nyra sighs. "Do we just break into an apartment or..."
Arty taps her omnitool, sliding Aria's command-code chip into the reader.
"Penthouses," she says, pointing to a heavily-armored building above Purgatory.Series
- Part 2 of Unmapped Relays