"From one of the research-stations he was supposed to be guarding." Adria's temper nearly flaired-up, but quickly subsided; a side-effect of working with a person as laid-back and forgiving as Mutan, "Sounded like he defected to 'the program' and gave them some advanced technology."

The engineer paused to get herself a plate of fried rice and spam, "Could actually be one of their underlings trying to make a political statement against the rich, really. Just some punk thinking they're being clever."

She chuckled, "At least it was a [i]good[/i] prank."

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Mortimer, their medic, walked-in. He was a bit flustered but was holding a bag of drugs that he quickly set aside in the med-bay cooler before seeing the two girls relaxing on the couch and watching the latest reports of the People's Glorious Resistance Movement's recent "charitable" actions and various conspiracy-theories on how the grav-belt managed to get onto the golf-course... same boring news until there was talk about recent efforts to automate cargo-handling being met with resistance from the teamsters' unions.

Adria sighed at the idea of -aside from working as an engineer- of no longer having a competitive edge in the marketplace should their ship be laid-up for massive repairs.

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On that depressing-note, Isaac finally arrived from clear across the spaceport in their 'lil armored-buggy. They could all hear as he drove it into a powerslide around a corner before quickly parallel-parking it in the ship's garage-bay.

A short while later their fearless pilot strolled-in and towards the smell of fried meat, whistling casually and acting like he'd done nothing wrong in his life before seating himself between Adria and Mutan.

"Found an amateur merchant claiming he found some long-forgotten alien tech. Looked a bit too shiny on the inside... more like garbage that survived re-entry recently. Still, it's high-tech garbage. Mind if I borrow you two ladies to convince him it's just garbage if it isn't?"