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    dots Submission Name: Goodnight Moondots

    Author: Unicrom
    ASL Info:    30/m/pacific northwest
    Elite Ratio:    4.81 - 116/71/110
    Words: 1215
    Class/Type: Prose/Misc
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       A curtain of mystries surround the death of Quol. Three dilligent souls embark on a quest to strip down the layers of this mystery and get to the bottom of the info on the Elusive Abarnathy Carfax.

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    dotsGoodnight Moondots

    Time had passed everyone knew their task. It was suspected that what ever the prize was it would involve a treasure hunt and that meant a guy like Rubic could not resist.
    The moon shone brightly, illuminating the clear sky with its rays glistening off the streets. As the city sleeps the lone sounds the repulsor trains and various mechanical nightlife seemed to mingle with a cacophony of sounds emanating from the slumbering city. Like a synchronized orchestra playing an energized waltz.

    Outside the cabin late night stragglers walked, or drove, or rode the trains to their residents from the local bars. None of this interested Rei Ayanami, of course. For her it did not matter what happened on the outside world. She set in her mind to accomplish the task she was assigned. Carefully she analyzed tera quads of information searching for the legendary artifact that was causing quite a stir.

    "So you've got everything?" Haruko cued Rei as her and Mamimi left to search for clues.

    Rei calmly looked in their direction and nodded with a lack of self-consciousness that she often displayed.

    That was their signal to leave. "So where to first."

    "Well let's look for some of Quol's hang out spots." Haruko signaled a cab.

    The flashing radio beacon she lit up catching one of the cabs that was circling from above. The cab settled and both entered Haruko looking deep into the eyes of her sister "To the bars."

    "What'll I do ya for, me fine lassie." He asked drawing out his pipe as he craned his neck in their direction.

    "Are there any bars open at this time?" Mamimi blurted out.

    "Well, in the Yorkshire district there are the 5 pubs that are open."

    "Any of them close?" Haruko spoke up.

    "Sure, Tabbies but its not as big or as grand as the others." The cabbie stated taking a quick glance at his meter.

    "Well we'll start there." Haruko added.

    The cabbie was disappointed that he would not make as much this time around but he readily complied.

    Tabbies was a small rinky dink pub on the outskirts of a social development. The housing in the area was modest at best. Water spatted on the cobble stone streets as run off from the buildings trickled down moss and algae ridden nooks and crannies of the alleyways.

    The cab levitated above the street blowing rain and mist against the buildings and pelting the windows.

    The hatch popped open and the cream-colored leather boot gently touched the street bellow. This time it was business, both girls exited the cab and walked across the street to a triangular block where 2 busy intersections crisscrossed front of the neighborhood pub.

    Tabbies was the kind of small watering hole that was just festering with low lifes and riffraff. The kind of swanky pub that a gal like Quol would frequent.

    Haruko smiled, this was perfect and her gut was telling her this place was swarming with fish of all sizes most small time but big enough for a big fish drop in.

    A cold windy mist danced through the streets. Feeling the chill Mamimi shivered and drew her coat closer.

    Haruko was fine till she felt the chill and responded into he same fission.

    Haruko took the lead and stepped in the pub first. The pub filled with the chatter of the locals and some pub wenches darting in and out of the back room bringing food and sprits.

    ~And now to look for clues.~ Haruko mused as she swept the pub with a level eye seeking out the bartender.

    Meria pulled out her favorite weapon and watched while everyone else also pulled out their weapons. Then she noticed a woman walking over to them from the corner of her eye. Meria turned around, weapon pointed.

    The woman, a beautiful Trill with long brown hair, looked more bemused by Meria's actions than anything else. She looked directly at Tempest. "Miss Tempest Nash? Interesting group you have here."

    Meria kept her weapon trained on the newcomer while shooting a glance at Tempest that clearly stated, "What the fuck?"

    "Suki, nice to finally meet you. Suki, everyone. Everyone, Suki Euwo, our new Weapons R&D," Tempest said.

    Meria lowered her weapon. Tempest had mentioned they were going to pick up a new crewmember while they chatted eariler. What a bad time to join though. She turned to Suki, "Are you armed? We're about to start something here."

    Drake eyed up the newcomer, his fingertips brushing lightly above the Klingon disruptor jammed against his belt. He didn't like surprises, and a new officer joining the attack in her first few minutes was a hell of a way to introduce yourself.

    "Yeah, welcome aboard." said Drake sounding as diplomatic as the surly pilot could manage.. "I hope we get the chance to become firm comrades, but under the current circumstances, I've got my eye on you, kay?"

    He drew his disruptor "And on that note, feel free to imagine some thinly veiled threat if you're not strictly on the up and up. But, otherwise, have a real nice day."

    Meria lowered her weapon. Tempest had mentioned they were going to pick up a new crewmember while they chatted earlier. What a bad time to join though. She turned to Suki, "Are you armed? We're about to start something here."

    Suki smiled at her in bemusement. Was she armed? What a question to ask.

    "Of course. I never go anywhere unarmed. Thank you for getting that gun out of my face by the way." She said with a smile.

    "So kiddies...what are we about to start?" she asked, already reaching for her pistol.

    After the attention of all the eyes had diverted from the twins Haruko Sauntered up to the bar in a swanky fashion flecking her peach colored hair over her shoulders and strided towards the bartender which already had a lustful look in his eyes.

    While Haruko was performing her acts of exaction Mamimi slipped around the corner by an old vid phone that was nested between the unisex water closets. Flipping on her com she hailed Nashsan.

    Going into the details of their discovery on a conspiracy that leads to something worth killing for. Quol had in fact discovered this Abernathy Carfax. Something she was not exactly sure about. She hesitated and after a long pause she began to elaborate on increased travel into the religion.

    With all the attention this information was getting Quol's data indicated that every nectarous being from every sector of the know regions of space were here to retrieve the item. Then she sent the data, which gave all the details of the passengers they had brought to earth.

    With all the attention this artifact had been receiving it was a safe bet that Rubic would be on his way to claim the prize.

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