[h3]Grecia, Orgon II Moon.
5:45pm
City Nine, Gamma Ray Bar[/h3]

Leo took his first sip of whiskey for the evening without averting his gaze from the dull blue glow of a burner phone, sifting through unending information streams like a fisherman trawling in an endless and lifeless ocean.
[b]“Work?”[/b] The barman inquired, briefly relieving Leo from his trance like state.
[b]“Light,”[/b] Leo replied slowly. He finished his whiskey and shunted the glass back across the bar.

[u][b]==ARSODIAN AUTHORITIES PLACE BOUNTY ON ROGUE GENERAL RO-==[/b][/u]

Looking up mid-sentence to begin ordering another round, Leo paused. 
[b]“Another?”[/b] Asked the barman.
[i]Wait a second…[/i]
Leo focused on the tablet again, soaking in every detail of the proceeding text. With eyes wide and jaw agape, he stuffed the tablet back into one of his pockets and shot up. He returned a polite nod, [b]“No thanks. Actually Ray, I’ve got work to do.”[/b] After overpaying he spun on his heels, catching a half-grin from Ray and then vanished in the evening night air.

The doors to the bar clicked shut behind him, leaving Ray no time to protest. With a renewed vigor Leo briskly made a beeline for the outskirts of the city, his boots heavy footfalls making a muffled clopping sound on the wet sidewalk. He looked up at the dark cloud choked sky, then the neglected facades of shops, clubs and apartments through the helmet visor and recalled hunkering down in nicer neighborhoods once upon a time. But in this district most folks, including the authorities, paid him little mind and it was a decent place to lay low while work was scarce. 
Now thumbing through contacts, only added for sheer convenience, on his touchscreen burner Leo selected a name and brought the touchscreen to his ear and waited.
[b]“Hello again dear, this is…”[/b] Leo began, before the woman interrupted.  [b]“Of course,”[/b] he replied. A single water droplet landed on the visor. [b]“No, no this purely a business call,”[/b] he added, chuckling. [b]“Yeah, calling in a solid ya owe me,”[/b] Leo continued. Now picking up the pace further as more droplets began to accumulate.
[b]“What’ve you got that’s fast…”[/b] Leo grinned, satisfying the woman’s eager reply.

[h3]7:15pm
City Nine Outskirts, Private Launch Strip[/h3]

Sat securely in the pilot’s seat, Leo locked in the pre-flight checks and waited as instruments, lights and indicators throughout the cockpit came to life. Whilst only a matter of seconds, the excruciating wait was soon over and he felt an old yet familiar buzz wash over him as “Ignition Status” finally changed to [b]-READY-[/b]. The term itself a holdover from the days of chemical thrusters. 

Leo stabbed at the launch button with his index finger and pushed the throttle into HALF. The ships thrusters roared and screamed to life as the armed 2-seater craft rocketed down the runway before slamming the throttle forward into FULL. He pulled on the control stick and the ship arced up through the pouring rain, slicing effortlessly through the dense cloud cover into the upper atmosphere of Orgon II’s sole moon.

[h3]Outer Orgon System 
9:00pm
Black Market Goods Station[/h3]

[b]“This gate is safe to use?”[/b] Leo enquired, eying the short old man suspiciously.
[b]“Of course! Get you to your destination or your money back haha,”[/b] the man laughed and nudged Leo lightheartedly. 
[b]“I see. Well let me finish loading her up and then I’ll be on my way buddy,” [/b]Leo turned and strode alone back through the hanger airlock, picking up a small grey crate along the way. [b]“And thank you.”[/b] He added, looking back briefly at the old mans crooked yet friendly smile. Stepping into a small and currently sealed room and setting the crate down, Leo opened up its lid. His eyes feasted on the array of specially made ammunition. Terran in origin, though redesigned for the kinds of Gauss weaponry he carried these days. Wholly illegal.
For a brief few moments, he remembered the fighting. He remembered General Roa. He remembered Cavella. Then quickly resealed the crate and pulled it up into the ship’s small cargo compartment and let the ramp retract. Suddenly the room turned red, pulsing intermittently in a harsh light.

[u][b]-INTRUDER ALERT!-INTRUDER ALERT!-INTRUDER ALERT!-[/b][/u]

[b]“Oh fuc-“[/b] Leo cursed aloud but was interrupted by the sound a large explosion behind the airlock he’d just entered through. The sound of fire and ripping metal filled the chamber and the airlock door tumbled through the air at high speed before finally slamming into ground with a grating clang. 
The hanger rung out with the sound of gunfire and screaming coming from through the airlock, giving him barely enough time to duck and slide behind a pile of metal sheets near the door as a hail of bullets cut through the air just inches above his helmet.
Leo draw the GR-7 from his back, loaded it, and prepared to return fire.