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An hour or two later, the Revenant jolted slightly as it began cutting through the atmosphere of Laredois'nabashon, known simply as Laredo to the humans that called it home. The Miranoi Cluster was technically in Republic territory, but Laredo (as well as the other two habitable planets in the system) boasted an 80% human populace. The Cluster was one of 5 systems that made up the Belt, a informal trade route that ran between Earth and Coralis, the central seat of the Galactic Council. As part of the trade agreement, the Republic allowed the Alliance to build a military outpost on the small desert planet, and over time, a settlement blossomed and eventually linked into the (thankfully peaceful) indigenous population. The ship was guided down to a landing pad just inside the fence of the Alliance's outpost, when Stryker made his way down to the cargo bay to walk down the ramp, he was greeted with the sight of a squad of fully-armored marines standing around a uniformed captain.

"Stryker is it?" the captain said as he approached, sliding out a hand.
"That's me" he said as they came face to face. Stryker glanced down at the outstretched hand for a moment before shaking it.
"Tristan Vega, I'm in charge here." He looked like your typical jarhead, probably mid-30s, clean-shaven, not a single crease in his uniform.
"Pleasure's all mine" Stryker managed to say without puking, everything about this sickened him, the clean sheer white sheen of every surface, the surgical cleanliness that just screamed 'ALLIANCE SCUM' at him, he turned back to Vega "Well, won't get anything done just standing around, let's get down to business shall we?"

"Yes, my people will load your supplies, come with me, we have your recruits in the holding cells."
"A few of my people have business in the town... sorry, back up, did you say 'recruits'? As in, plural? I was under the impression we were only here for one."
"Well, you were wrong, there are two people sitting in the holding cells, labelled for Project Revenant, so unless you want to put a bullet in one of them, you're taking them both. Right through here."

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Grayson, coated in sweat from the work, stepped back to look at what he and Benny had accomplished.
"Lookin' good to me, all we need now is a roll or two of the gel. Hey Benny, you mind headin' out for that yourself? I gotta hit the shower. I'll stop by the requisition terminal on me way, get the gel on file so we can use the Alliance account to get it, alright? Thanks mate."

He headed up to the crew deck and as he bent over the requisition terminal and typed in the brand name and quantity needed of the insu-gel, he reached up to his ear and tapped his comms. With a few taps, he'd opened a private line to Amy's earpiece, hoping she had it on her as he started to speak.
"Hey, how you feeling?"