Omega wasn't the worst place that Terra had been to, but it was... pretty much what you expected. After the mass outbreak of AMS within Syndicate space, many criminals had begun to shift their way toward facilities that were more secure. That was how Omega had gone from being a relatively small and - to some - pointless asteroid outpost to one of the major outposts for Crimson Dawn's activity.
Terra's joining of Crimson Dawn was a... recent change, and one she still wasn't sure was correct. Her shipping and chartering company had been struggling, and she certainly had the experience in thieving and "questionable" activity that she'd had no trouble getting a spot. In fact, one of her childhood friends - a member himself - had helped secure her a position as one of their agents.
"Agent" sounded so much better. The Crimson Dawn was as much a trader of the immaterials like information and bribery as the physical. So she told herself she was an "agent" and she knew she was lying to herself.
She had landed near the Afterlife and she could hear the pounding music before she actually reached the club. She had a meeting scheduled with the club's owner and flashed the information to the bouncer outside. He didn't take her pistol, and she couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. It meant she might get shot inside... but also that she had a gun to shoot back? A plus?
She was led through until she finally arrived at the woman in question. A woman whose club was reputedly struggling as much as Terra's shipping business... which meant opportunity for everyone.
Terra's joining of Crimson Dawn was a... recent change, and one she still wasn't sure was correct. Her shipping and chartering company had been struggling, and she certainly had the experience in thieving and "questionable" activity that she'd had no trouble getting a spot. In fact, one of her childhood friends - a member himself - had helped secure her a position as one of their agents.
"Agent" sounded so much better. The Crimson Dawn was as much a trader of the immaterials like information and bribery as the physical. So she told herself she was an "agent" and she knew she was lying to herself.
She had landed near the Afterlife and she could hear the pounding music before she actually reached the club. She had a meeting scheduled with the club's owner and flashed the information to the bouncer outside. He didn't take her pistol, and she couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. It meant she might get shot inside... but also that she had a gun to shoot back? A plus?
She was led through until she finally arrived at the woman in question. A woman whose club was reputedly struggling as much as Terra's shipping business... which meant opportunity for everyone.