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Date: 01/02/22
Location: "Epsilon" Suntinga fighter.
Subject: I want a Liner-

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Geoff: "Okay... i can't do this anymore-"
'Zeal': "What?"
Geoff: "We Never settle down, ever! I mean, we have a house, but its back in Cambridge, and we never go to it... I want a Home-"
'Zeal': "We could always purchase a room in Freepor-
Geoff: "A Liner, just for us-"

Geoff moves his hands across the air, a 3D holographic model of a Renzu Liner visualizes and spins slowly. Its large scale ship fit for many passengers and guards, its high priced design fit for only the richest-

'Zeal': "You're nuts!"
Geoff: "Or am i? We can get the funds, we already have most of it, we can gain some more though escorting, trade jobs and... Research with the Buro; Koch specifically."
'Zeal': "You're crazy, and that's why a freaking love you, we'll need some kind of modular design, fit for our kind of work-"
Geoff: "I'll contact the Renzu corp, they'll think of me as a nobody, but- Aslong as i have the money..."
'Zeal': "They'll want in on the work-"
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Location: "Epsilon" Suntinga fighter, Cargo Hold.
Subject: Maybe, I have high hopes.


Enfield is sitting on a large cargo crate with a small earpiece on talking to someone on the other end of the line. 'Zeal' standing in front of him. Her hands together in front of her patiently waiting waiting for him to finish his call.
Geoff: "Okay, right... We'll be in touch-"
'Zeal': "W-Well, what did they say!?"
Geoff: "They, will-"
'Zeal': "WILL WHAT?!
Geoff: "Possibly-"
'Zeal': "Tell me now, or I'm going to rip those eyes from their sockets!"
Geoff: "Okay, okay- They said they'll be in touch tomorrow."
'Zeal': "IEEEEEEEE- We gonna' get it!"
Both her fists are in the air as she slams her body towards Enfield's. He quickly grabs her by the shoulders chuckling with joy.
Geoff: "Okay, okay, just calm down- Good god, don't burst a bulb, we MIGHT get it, its not a certainty."
'Zeal': "Oh yeah, we gotta' please and worship the Autonomous Department of Management and Interstellar Navigation."
Geoff: "Risky, but i have high hopes-"
'Zeal': "For hopes is all we live on, and they will drive us in ambitions-"
Geoff: "And into our graves with a fulfilled life when our time comes. But first things first, we need to get into contact with Koch, there won't be an engine ready until i can secure a deal with him, we are going to need that engine."
'Zeal': "That engine?"
Enfield only gives an affirming Nod while scratching his chin. Looking at a holographic design of an engine yet to be seen by the popular consumer market and Black market.

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Location: "Epsilon" Suntinga fighter, sleeping bay.
Subject: High powered radar.


'Zeal' in her hardlight holographic image is laying down on the only bed in the cramped room, flicking though on a tablet. A drink lays on a bedside table, with blue colour liquid with a good amount of ice cubes.
'Zeal': "Huh- That looks cool. Wonder if we can get one if they exist."
A door opens and Enfield walks though and stands at the foot of the bed.
Geoff: "Busy? I need to tell you something-"
'Zeal': "No, go ahead, sit down too."
'Zeal' crosses her legs and allows a space for Enfield to sit down on.
Geoff: "Well, I've paid a modification deposit for our Liner hopefully Renzu will contact us soon."
'Zeal': "We're another step closer,"
Geoff: "Mhmm... Hey, what are you reading?."
'Zeal' chucks the magazine to Enfield. His cybernetic arm catches it by the spine without even causing a crease on the paper.
'Zeal': "Its a tech magazine, something about some High powered scanners, someone managed to claim one after some fight-"
Geoff: "Hey, do you think if we can see if we can get one?."
'Zeal': "Possibly, i remember one guy who we might be able to contact, if we gained the trust."
Geoff: "Who's that?"
'Zeal': "Leiden Traverser, that Hacker we met in the Omicrons."
Geoff: "I'll see what can be done. In the meantime keep designing the Bridge computers, we basically want it prepared for any calculation, simulation, creation-"
'Zeal': "Anything basically?"
Geoff: "Pretty much, i'll leave you be for now-"
'Zeal': "Laters..."
Enfield leaves the room, allowing 'Zeal' to read her magazine in peace.

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Location: Interspace Holiday Leisure hotel, top floor business suite.
Subject: When two demands collide.


Somewhere on a skylight hotel in the middle of a Kusarian planet, Enfield is sitting on a desk cycling and typing though on his laptop, reading though messages on his regular comm channel, Zeal meanwhile is relaxing on the bed watching the T.V. and flicking though the channels from Business to drama, Comedy to technology.

Geoff: "Damn it..."
'Zeal': "What?"
Geoff: "Well you know Koch, how he wants to keep his entire engine away from unwanted eyes."
'Zeal': "Yes that is possibly necessary..."
Geoff: "I think Renzu needs to look at some parts relating to it to maintain structural integrity..."
'Zeal': "Gahaaa- God Damn... Really?!"
Geoff: "Unfortunately so-"
'Zeal': "Ughh, this screws up quite a lot."
Geoff: "Well, if Koch is happy to contact Renzu, i think we can come to an appropriate deal, that is if-"
'Zeal': "He wants to actaully talk to them."

A moment of brief silence spreads throughout the room.

Geoff: "Uhhhh..."
'Zeal': "Something on your mind?"
Geoff: "Do you ever think we're being used?"
'Zeal': "We're tools Hon', it what pays and occupies our dangerous thinking."
Geoff: "Good point."

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Location:New Tokyo, Interspace Holiday Leisure hotel, top floor business suite.
Subject: Two weeks, start making schematics.


Standing in the middle of the hotel room, 'Zeal' is messing around with projected holograms of circuit boards, computer components, ship schematics of the Renzu liner and what seems to be programing algorithms and codes. Geoff enters the Kusarian hotel room, bobbing up and down continuously jumping like a child up towards 'Zeal' running though the design holograms right in front of 'Zeal'.
Geoff: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey-"
'Zeal': "Whoa bunny boy- Okay slow down there, what is it!?!"

She places both of her hardlight palms on Geoff's shoulder slowing him down and holding him still with a faint glow on contact, somewhat chuckling at his current attitude, Geoff holds a large grin and is shaking with excitement and joyfulness.

Geoff: "TWO WEEKS!"
'Zeal': "TWO WEEKS?!"
Geoff: "Yes!"
'Zeal': "Baby, i knew we could do this!"

He takes a moment to pause and looks around at the design holograms that surrond both of them, he flicks through them himself, looking at what schematics they might be used for.

Geoff: "Bio-Neural processors, quantum computing, custom optronics, super conductors. Is this the~"
'Zeal': "Eyup!"
Geoff: "Great, pass me details later, i'm heading somewhere, i wanted to pick up something."

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Location: New Berlin, BDM auxiliary HQ.
Subject: "Hard at work."


In the midst of an office rush, everyone is fast at work, running with coffee, dropping papers. Managers overseeing staff.
Suits up to standard crisp and fresh grey style, ID badges hanging visible from shirt pockets, hair fresh and neat from short back combed hair for the mean, tied back and neat in a bun for the women. Working down each office cubical one after the other.

Sitting at an office cubicle somewhere in the middle of the indoor rush hour, his body is slightly slouched, looking blankly around, Geoff is classed "Hard at work".
His uniform is heavily untidy. The tie is loose, top button undone, shirt un-tucked, his ID badge in the pocket, his hair is messy, and his blazer un-buttoned
Surrounded by papers and standard office computers, his face lacking any sort of visual motivation as he just stares from one object of the desk to another at a wall.
His computer screen has a blank word document with the words reading "Patrol report."

Geoff: "Ughhh~"

One man just walks by, without even a word, places down a stack of folders and papers onto Geoffs desk side and quickly wonders off to another cubical and sits down out of sight behind his wall. Slowly picking up the papers, they read. "Expended munitions", "Stockpile requisition", "Ships used", "Paycheck allocation", "Enlisted staff" and it goes on almost endlessly. He carelessly drops them back on the desk with a few sheets dropping on the ground behind his chair.

Geoff: "...Okay."


Lazily swiveling around, he looked at the papers like a zombified robot. Not even putting in the effort just to bend down sitting in the chair to retrieve them, he looks up to find a supervisor staring at him with just a face that screams "Get on with it." Not even a word is spoken before the supervisor quickly walks away with nothing but a puff of disappointment. Geoff doesn't even make the effort to turn his head but uses the chair instead to pan his view, tracking the supervisors movements.

He turns around leaving the papers on the floor and looks back at the screen. He opens his palm, fingers extended to type on the keyboard.
Suddenly in a split second, a bright blue bolt is shot though the keyboard, desk and straight into the computer's tower. leaving a good sized hole through each object with an abundance of smoke.
Smoke is slowly rising from the palm of Geoff's augmented hand where a tachyon bolt emitter is placed, slowly turning it around to see its charge running down and soon its bright center going dull.
He looks up from his palm to the surroundings since everyone seems to have gone quiet and has their entire attention into the smoking area that Geoff is sat in, frozen in a state of shock and awe, papers gripped in their hands.

And elevator "ding" is heard in the distance.

'Zeal': "Excuse me! Sorry! Coming through! Important paperwork."

Rushing through the still frozen crowd, 'Zeal' manages to get to Enfield still in her holographic form without attracting any attention away from Geoff. She approaches Geoff holding a small folder.

'Zeal': "Hey, we need to go shopping."

Geoff: "For what?"

'Zeal': "Field components for the new construction."

Geoff: "Yeah, lets go."

They both rush out from the frozen office block. into the elevator with eyes turning and following their movements, all mouths gobsmacked.

Voice in the distance at another end of the office block: "What in the hell was all that about?!"


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Location: New Berlin, Strum nightclub.
Subject: "Hard at work."


Sitting in a small nightclub in New Berlin, Geoff and 'Zeal' are both sitting in a dark club, with a quiet music ambiance. The entire place is empty only having the bartender and the couple at the corner booth seats. Again, having chilled drinks in the empty club, nearly finished, they share papers among each other while discussing certain possible purchases.

'Zeal': "Here, take a look."

Geoff: "Okay...?"

'Zeal': "This is basically all that we need for the construction."

Geoff: "Whoa! That is a lot of... Quantum... stuff."

Quote:8000 Quantum multiplexors
3000 Optonics
4000 Bio-neural processors
5000 Quantum arrays
1000 Superconductors
5000 Cyro cubes
500 Sake.

Geoff: "Hey, whoa whoa whoa... Whats with the sake?"

'Zeal': "I want something to drink, to... Celebrate after we're done with the programming and construction of it."

Geoff: "Oh god!"

'Zeal': "What?!"

Geoff: "Programming!"

'Zeal': "N-No! I got it, don't you worry, when we're done construction, plug me in and i'll sort out the programming while in mid-flight, you just worry about physically flying the ship."

Bartender: "Hey, we open up in about an hour, you might want to leave before 'Holly' here bats a few eyes."

Geoff: "Hey, yeah! Cheers Ryan, right lets get moving."

They both finish of their drinks before 'Zeal' deactivates herself and Enfield picks up the bright glowing blue card left of her and reinserts it into his augmentation. He then rushes out with papers and folders.


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Location: Schatten, Holo deck.
Subject: Its done.


Working on the schematics of the Liners supercomputer, they both seem relaxed in each other’s company. ‘Zeal’ moving her hands around joining and creating new parts of the supercomputer while Geoff walks around only admiring the construct that she builds.
'Zeal': "Mphmmm, designs are almost done, feels like I’m burning myself out."
Geoff: "I know, I’m glad you dragged me out the office. I can’t stand the paperwork."
'Zeal': "You’re welcome, I can’t exactly thank you enough for skipping out on paperwork just for some company. Its just been so quiet that I might do something drastic."
Geoff: "Well, I can’t exactly leave you alone for too long can I, because for your sake you’d just- (BEEP BEEP)"
Geoff pulls out his phone, reading a screen full of text, muttering broken words but then freezing for a moment, his face starts to stream a single tear.
'Zeal': "So yeah I thought that the supercomputer needed direct piping for the cryo-coolent so tha-… Are you alright?!"
Geoff: “Oho, no-nothing its just…?"
Enfield slowly walks upto ‘Zeal’, enveloping her in his arms, her touch glowing on contact with him.
'Zeal': "Something’s up, you don’t do this, what’s going-"
He turns his phone towards ‘Zeal’ letting her see the phones screen, she reads the text on the screen silently. But proceeds to hug Geoff tighter in return
'Zeal': "Is it-?"
Geoff: "It’s done, its bloody done."
Holding each other for a moment in the ambience of the humming electronics inside the holodeck.
'Zeal': "Home is that what you call it?"
Geoff: "Yeah~ Home."
'Zeal': "I like that word, Home."
Geoff: "I’ll ask Koch for a team, see if we can pick the liner up without kusarian suspicion, lets it goes smoothly."

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Location: Renzu shipyard.
Subject: "The Zealous".


Overlooking the shipyard. They admire the now completed superstructure of ship, taking up the entire shipyard it pure artistic beauty gives a deceiving look to its original plans of usage, light and beautiful on the outside, a mysterious and questionable on the insides filled with streams of enigma.
'Zeal': "Look at it, its fantastic, I’ve never felt a sensation like this before, all this effort accumulated into- what the word?."
Geoff: "Complete satisfaction."
'Zeal': "Yeah~ it’s a nice feeling, don’t you think?"
Geoff: "We’re going to feel more than that in this thing."

They watch a Renzu crew on the port side of the ship, painting on the side. Suddenly they start to pack everything up to hint they have finished. As they move away, shown printed in a bright blue, the name of the bestowed ship comes into view.

“The Zealous”

'Zeal': "Geoff- I... I...?"
Geoff: "Thank you, for just being there, we've always gone together and I want to gift this to you, I never had the chance to show you something on valantines day, I felt bad. But~."

They both take a brief amount of silence, seeing the crews boarding the Liner on different decks.

'Zeal': "If we were to live like a regular couple, If I really turned human, flesh and bone, what would you think of me?"
Geoff: "Then you wouldn't be the woman I intended to love."
'Zeal': "Really?"
Geoff: "The thing about you is that I can give to you what I truly love, a chance to experience humanity, but to also be yourself, forget the part where you were a lab incident, people like Koch and Lady Red can uphold a regular conversation with you, ignoring the fact that you're 'Synthetic'."
'Zeal': "But why would you need me in the way I am?"
Geoff: "Because i've known you like this for so long, I can't imagine you changing any more from this point onwa-"
Renzu Employee: “Ah! Konichiwa Enfield-San, final boarding is now complete, your crew are now waiting for your orders. We hope that our product is up to excellent condition.”
Geoff: "Thank you and I can see from the outside it is more than excellent, its a personal treasure."
'Zeal': "Come on, lets get this ship moving, I can't wait for it to really feel like something we can live on though the stars."

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Location: Stuttgart Safehouse.
Subject: What the hell kind of name was "James Reeds"?!



Geoff is laying on the couch covered in scorch marks and plasma burns while still having smoke trails rise up from his skin. His clothing is ripped and holes are visible everywhere on his shirt and trousers; although he clearly isn't bothered by it. He meanwhile drinks heavily out of a bottle of scotch whiskey, swirling it around like mouthwash in his gob. 'Zeal' is sitting on the couch, head over the back in complete exhaustion.

'Zeal': "Hey whats that...?"
Geoff: "Single malt scotch, want some?"

Before saying another word she quickly snatches the bottle from his hand.

Geoff: "H-Hey! That is the only bottle i saved before you jumped me out!"
'Zeal': "Pfft~"

She quickly chugs it down her holographic gob, without even taking a break. Taking the whole bottle before throwing it on the ground.

'Zeal': "Oh yeah, Ehehh~ Thats good...."
Geoff: "Whoa~ HEY! THERES NONE LEFT!"
'Zeal': "Too slow James Reeds!"

They both sat in silence on the couch, both completely exhausted. Giving the odd huff or two and a groan. Giving the glance and a smirk every now and then, they think back to the confrontation they just had.

'Zeal': "THE HELL KIND OF NAME IS JAMES REEDS ANYWAY!?!"
Geoff: "Hey, first name i came up with while i had 3 ships pointing their weapons at me, you know trying to pass though their territory isn't easy as before."
'Zeal': "Hey, come on, you had your fun. Time to get serious now."
Geoff: "What happens next time then? When we see the Order primary fleet?"
'Zeal': "Pshh, just tell 'em its us, i'm sure they won't take us for some kind of infected host, especially with that augmentation."
Geoff: "Ehehe~ Can't say the same for Golly."
'Zeal': "Oh shut your face Plushy-Butt."
Geoff: "Listen, send them some food and Med's, lets hope they turn the cheek..."
'Zeal': "We really need to stop messing with people..."

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