Working her way along the ventilation tunnel, Junebug finally found an access tunnel that let her drop into the broard corridor of the station proper. She pressed herself immediately into a shadowed recess and took stock. The place seemed very neat and well lit for a bandit hide out and nearby she could hear the burr of voice raised in conversation. The air still read breathable and the risk of spores was probably low so she switched off her bottled air and removed her helmet to pull of the rubberized hood. It was alot more comfortable with just the helmet and if she needed hard vac again she would probably live long enough to get the hood on.

There was a decision to be made now. Either she was a hostile intruder, or she was a poor lost spacer who's shuttle had crashed and had made way aboard. The problem was that the second option might not work, if these were hardcore criminals then the likely hood was they would either shoot her in the neck and put her out the airlock or worse. Pulling open her pack she retrieved her sub-machine gun and checked the readings before loading one of her specially prepared magazines and working the action with a quiet snicker snack. Properly armed she crept forward into the station.

After about ten minutes of exploring Junebug was starting to get a sinking feeling. It must have been a night cycle because there were few people awake and about. She passed a mess hall and what appeared to be a data center of some kind. At both places she had seen occupants but neither that two males or the woman she had seen matched her description of criminals. They seemed clean cut and well dressed and whatever else they were doing it certainly wasn't mining. Fortunately frequent access corridors made remaining hidden a fairly simple task. She waited outside the data center until the woman got up and left, perhaps for a refresher and then slipped inside. The console was a modern high tech model, the sort she had used on the highlander and when she had been forced at gun point to do admin work in the armored, usually when recovering from wounds. The woman hadn't bothered to shut it down completely so she bought it live. 

The system wasn't comprehensible to Junebug, though it seemed well ordered, she bought up the search bar and ran a search for outpost floorplan. Several pages flashed passed in quick succession but her helmet captured the images for later examination. There wasn't much time before the consoles owner returned. She entered Nia into the system and to her surprise, recieved a pulsing dot on the map. Switching the terminal back to standby mode she scrambled into the concealment of the access a few moments before the woman returned with a can of a local cola Junebug vaugely remembered mixing with burbon the night before and went back to work.

"The fuck is going on?" she mused and pulled up the data from her helmet. At least she had a location for Nia. With careful stealth she worked her way down another level to where the map data had located Nia. Why would they put the location of a prisoner in the system. Could they be that organised. Corperate crime maybe? Finding the room she was looking for she held her gun back with one hand and pulled the door open, sweeping silently into the room in a classic assault entry.

It as no prison cell. Functional but tasteful furniture dotted the small room and pieces of an abstarct style of art hung on the walls. THere was a personal console and a large bed in one corner with a small refersher station off to one side. A woman turned from behind the console to look at her in shock. It was Nia. Just as the holo depicted her, but instead of loose fiting civilian garb she wore tight trim tactical clothing, not that much different than those Junebug herself frequently wore beneath her armor. It looked like she was wearing a shoulder holster but Junebug didn't see a gun.

"What the fuck are you doing?" the woman snapped, eyes blazing with fury.

"Uh... yeah thats a good question," Junebug admitted, barrel of her weapon sweeping to cover the room.

"I was..." the woman dove at her, crashing into Junebug and sending her staggering back. She was shouting and grabbed at the sub-machine gun trying to wrest it from Sayeeda's hand. People who didn't get much practice at real war often viewed weapons as a semi magical thing. A wand of sorts that solved problems. Junebug let go of the gun and Nia stumbled back at the sudden loss of resistance. Junebug caught her in a flying tackle slamming her into the ground. Nia struck at Junebug's neck but she dropped her chin in time to take it as a stunning blow to the head. Unarmored the match might have been even, but the ceramic body armor not only protected Junebug's vitals from Nia's rabbit punch but gave her an extra thirty pounds to play with. Nia tried to spring to her feet but Sayeeda kicked her ankles out from underneath her. Then she was on top of the woman raining blows down on her face. The moment she slackened Junbug wrapped her body around her opponent and caught her neck in the crook of her arm. She squeezed hard against the carotid artery. Nia struggled for a moment and then went limp. She kept the grip up for a few more seconds and then released, letting the unconcious Nia slither to the ground.

For long moments Junebug lay gasping for air. Outside she could hear yelling but there wasn't much she could do about it right at this moment. Crawling over to the unconcious Nia she picked a badge out of the other woman's tunic pocket.

Captain Nia Travinski - System Gendamarie - 8343A34 
A holographic picture of Nia winked in the aperture. 

"Well fuck..." Junebug sighed as a wailing alarm siren began to go off.

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Taya pulled her pistol from her pocket and checked the load then ran for the cockpit door. The hatch banged down violently sealing her inside.

"Lonney the door is malfunctioning!" she yelled pounding at the hatch, eager to get out there and help her new found allies.

"Och, Sorry Lassie, I closed it miself," the AI admitted.

"Well open it again," Taya demanded, confused and irritated at this sudden intransigence.

"That isn't what first officer Neil would be having me do," Lonney said sounding conciliatory. 

"I don't care what Neil would have me do open the door," she demanded.

"That isn't what he would do either," the computer repeated. Taya pounded on the door in frustration as the fire fight outside grew much more intense.