[b][i]Ahnciel and Charles[/i][/b]

"Marooned, eh?" the salvager's voice turned more affable, "all right, we can accept that story, for now. We'll set you down in Vegas Station," Ahnciel can see that they were moving closer to the space cylinder's hangar, "and from there, you'll be questioned and given basic medical treatment, if you need any."

"After that, unless you have something important to say, you'll be on your own." And in Vegas Station, to be 'on one's own' was usually a sentence of death as a beggar, or enslavement by one of the gangs. Not a good fate.

But, incidentally, the salvaging craft entered the hangar at the same time that Charle Harris' luxury craft did, and at the same time that Charles himself would get out, the salavagers would be cutting open the doors of the craft, surprised at what they found inside:

"A gene-mod!" one of them, a rough, bearded man who was taking off his flightsuit to reveal a vest, black undershirt and tight tan pants, said.

"Must be a rogue Gardener construct," said another crewmate, a female with short-cropped hair and a tall, but well-muscled, build. "Or something else; plenty of experiemnts out in deep space."

Charles and Samantha would catch a glimpse of Ahnciel, the Lapin, and hopefully, curiosity would compel them to approach the salvagers and him...

[@TheUnknowable], [@Hawlin]

[b][i]Count Jericho[/i][/b]

Count Jericho would find himself overlooking the skyline of Vegas' Station's urban landscape, built into the sides of the space cylinder's 'walls'. looking up, he can see two other strips of urban landscape hanging 'upside down', kept in place by centrifugal gravity, as well as two clear strips that opened up to space. But, looking down, he would recieve a call from either Par or Charles, sending word that:

[i]You are asked to hunt down one 'Benjamin Tops', a subordinate of 'Mr. Hut' who is trading brains in jars to the Sphinx Domination, presumably as a ploy to usurp Mr. Hut's place as leader of Vegas Station.[/i] An image of a man in a top hat, wearing a black-and-white plaid blazer and tan jeans, appeared on the 'Count's' smartphone. [i]Kill him. I will be sending you a downpayment of one million credits.[/i]

More information would show that 'Benjamin' made his headquarters at the 'Tops Bar and Hotel', a grand, tower-like structure close to the hangars; a perfect place to do business with the Sphinx...

((I explicitly give you control of Benjamin Tops and his protectors. Just don't have him make a [i]sincere[/i] offer to have you join up with him.))

[@LHG100]