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Final BG sling back pass
at four-seven OTC.

All Green Moon small craft
must latch-queue for pickup.

Three-cycle turnaround.

This will be our final pass
around the Green Moon.

I repeat, Central-BG Line
is discontinuing service.

Strap up, and we'll see you...

Where were you?

I just stepped out.

I told you not to leave.

I couldn't sleep.

I don't get help like you do.

Clean it, please.
Scrub the filters.

The schedule says
that this is the last run.

The line is shutting down.

Mm-hmm.

You didn't tell me that
we could be stranded.

We won't.

We have three cycles
for the job

before we have to catch
the slingback.

Plenty of time.

Clean the thrower.

You look like your mom.

When did you get so old?

Your mother broke her water

before you were
supposed to come...

on... on Lao.

We didn't think
you could come so early.

- I didn't know that.
- You were tiny.

I had you in my hand.

You were just red
and furious

and fuzzy and...

covered in hair.

I was born on Lao?

I thought we lived in Kamrea.

We... we were on holiday.

It was our last holiday
before the baby came.

We should go back.

You can't swim.

- No.
- You have to swim on Lao.

Back home, to Kamrea.

Kamrea.

You don't even know
how to say it.

It's not our home.

It's where we lived with Mom.

We're gonna...

We're gonna be
out of this... soon.

The...

gutter jobs are just...

you know, just temporary.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

I should have told you.

Tell me what?

Hey.

Three cycles?

Mm-hmm.

2742 requesting release.

Grid Stock to 2742,

be advised,
BG Pivot is pickups only.

I know.

I know the line is dead.

We'll be back on the other end
of the sling.

What was that?

Shit.

That's atmosphere.

Higher! Come on!

Come on!

Ahh!

Ohh!

Goddamn it!

What happened?

I don't know.

We're off course.

Here.

Find out where we are.

Hmm.

We need a cycle...

maybe half a cycle
to harvest...

Mm.

If this piece of shit put us
out of range, I'm...

Right here.

- Right here?
- Mm-hmm.

Suit up.

Wh... what about
the instruments?

We just burned out
one of the gels.

It's fine.
We still have enough time.

We need to move out now, though.
We'll already be late.

Clear?

Clear.

All right, you got
the good filter.

But watch your saturation.

Here.

You do it.

I need to keep hands
on the thrower.

It's an old aurelac dig.

Leftovers from the rush.

On my last tour,
the forest was full

of these Fringeling
crank teams.

Not many of them knew
what they were doing.

Got pretty scrappy.

Do we have time for this?

This is amateur work.

They might have left
something behind.

Ah-ha.

Bring me the kit.
And the water.

Hold that.

You wanna cut it?

Yeah.

Okay.

All right, right here
in the middle.

Good.

Mix equal parts in the squeeze
for the fazer.

Okay.

If the blister is punctured,
it releases carrom acid.

If it comes in contact
with the gem,

the whole pull is compromised.

Hey!

If the fazer touches meat,
the whole dig blows.

Be more careful.

See it?

That would have been a solid
pull back in the rush.

But our deposit is gonna pull
at least hecaton grade.

But that'll rake in at least
a few thousand.

Maybe even ten.

Ten thousand?

Mm-hmm.

Ten thousand would be enough
to cover the loan.

Right?

And the pod lease?

If we head back now,
there'd be enough time

to make sure that
we don't miss the slingback.

Mnh-mnh.

Why?

Ten thousand gets us back
to Puggart Bench

for maybe half a stand,

then we're scanning boards
for the next one.

- I like the Pug.
- You don't like the Pug.

This deposit that we have
pinned, the Queen's Lair,

is very special.

Gems five times this size.

Maybe bigger.

With only 15 points
on the pull,

our net gains could easily be
in the millions.

That's back to Central
kind of money.

But... if we miss
the slingback...

This is not up for discussion.

We will never, ever have
a chance like this again.

We've been here too long.

Refill the bladders.
We gotta move out.

Someone's approaching.

Looks like two men.
They're armed.

Channel zero, mute your mic,
stay hidden.

I'll meet you back on three
when I get the chance.

I only just arrived.

Was passing through
when I spotted this old dig.

Curious.

Well, if you guys
need anything,

like a filter or some
food or...

Don't see too many kips
around these ways anymore.

Caught word of the fade.

Couldn't resist
one last quick job.

Not a kip.
A returner.

I caulked it up for a time
during the peak of the rush.

What is he doing?

- Is that a serious question?
- I told you I just arrived.

- I don't have anything.
- And I believe you, gentle man.

But my partner always needs
a little convincing.

He'd just kill me if I let you
go without a thorough search.

I never caught
your name, friend.

It's Damon.

Nice to meet you, Damon.

I'm Ezra.

I can't tell you
how refreshing it is...

whew!...
to encounter another talker.

It's been quite some time
since we've run into anyone

with fluid in motion.

Where are you from, Damon?

Nowhere.

How poetic.

I take it you're a, hmm...

floater?

Freelance?

- You don't look very Fringeling.
- I need those.

- Yeah, don't we all.
- I told you,

I don't have anything.
I just arrived.

- All right, Damon.
- You don't understand!

Understand what now?

Damon, it has
truly been a pleasure,

but pleasantries past,
it's time to gut the fencer.

To be completely candid,

this haul has proven
to disappoint,

and me and my partner
both feel we deserve...

satisfaction.

You understand?

So how did you get here, Damon?

- Why?
- Why?

Your ship, where is it?

Or perhaps a ship is a tick
too rich for you.

- A drop pod, I reckon.
- Yeah. A pod.

Excellent.

The starter, if you don't mind.

Ahh!

Don't make me root
for it, Damon.

I guarantee you I would make it

an unnecessarily
painful process.

Get off!
Get off!

If I give you the key,
you're just gonna kill me.

That is not necessarily true.

Nevertheless, contained within
the act of killing

is a broad spectrum
of technique.

So there is still incentive
for you to acquiesce

if that's
what you're getting at.

I have a counteroffer.

- A twist.
- Mm-hmm.

Go on.

I'm not here to prospect.

I'm here to harvest.

And why would you be
so cryptic under rails?

You are lucky I am not
immune to intrigue,

but be careful you don't
overplay this technique.

I have the precise location
of a massive deposit of aurelac.

By my estimation it's
the largest anyone's ever seen.

I've seen my share.

- The Queen's Lair.
- That's a theory.

I've been hired by a crew
of mercs who've stumbled upon

what they describe as a deposit
the size of a hopper turbine.

They're here on some kind
of prisoner escort,

found the Queen's Lair
on accident.

Now they're camped out
on the site.

They needed a digger,
so I'm on contract

to harvest it for a cut.

With the three of us
and that rail gun...

couldn't we just take it all
for ourselves?

Funny, I don't see any mercs.

Where are they?

I'm not gonna tell you.

But I can lead you there.

Okay.

I'd like to believe you.

Admittedly, more out of desire
than good sense.

But, Damon...

...if there's talk of
the Queen's Lair,

excitement
is all but involuntary.

Even split.

There's the three of us.

We split it in thirds.
That's an even split.

Fine.

This is so exciting.

You there?

- Yes.
- Okay.

When we depart, get
the thrower and follow up.

Watch for me to channel check.
When I do, they should stop.

When they stop, fly in
and target the big one.

Remember, only one shot per cap.

Clear?

Clear?

I need to hear it.
Clear?

Clear.

What did your outfit
look like back in the day?

You always run solo?

Family crew.

We had a base camp orbiter.

Fancy.

We had a full crawling party
when we arrived.

Not one of your
freighter ticks.

A Testin screamer.

Mercs in the Green, huh?

Last I caught word of mercs
was way back

when Krebine raiders hit up
all the corporate expeditions.

They were hired by Karolclan

for one of their
ceremonial executions.

Karolclan.
You friendly with these fellas?

Um... This crusted unit...
goddamn it.

Drop it!

Drop it!

Tell him to drop it!

Drop it!

Get back.

Get back!

Now this is something
I have never seen

in all my time in the Green.

A little girl.

Damon, I have clearly
underestimated you.

I must stop doing that.

All right, drop the packs,
both of you.

All right, sit down.
Back there.

Damon...

does this mean
that the plan is off?

You had me all up and bothered
over the Queen's Lair, Damon.

- Open it.
- All right,

you can have your
fabled spoils all to yourself.

But if your talk
of the Queen's Lair is true,

this is just a scratch.

Dad?
Can we go?

Your girl is scared.

You should listen to her.

No harm done yet.

Open it.

It's a shame, Damon.

We could have been
rich together.

You got a field kit?

Hey! Field kit!

You gonna shoot?

You killed my father.

That is... technically true.

Kevva waits, girl.

Shoot or help.

Just make a move.

Here's what is going to happen.

You will lead me to your ship

and fly me into connection orbit
for the freighter slingback.

In exchange for this,
I will not kill you.

This is a good deal.

You killed my father,
so I'm being very generous.

I suggest you take it because
I will kill you otherwise,

and don't think that I won't.

Get me a kit
and we can talk.

Your offer
is indeed generous,

and I would be more than happy
to sign and seal

save for one glaring slip.

My ship.

- You don't have a ship?
- Well, I did.

Then there was an event
with my crew

concerning a bit of aurelac,
and...

words and metal flew.

And now I don't.

We're in the same trough,
you and I.

Can't say I was pleased
to find your mare

all black and cockways,

as she was supposed to be
my redemption, as well.

Whoa, whoa.

Just... just slow down
a beat there, little bird.

Look.

At least wait
for the counteroffer.

I don't think
I should listen to you.

How is it you intend
to get home?

That is the goal, am I right?

That's...

I'm not telling you.

The mercs.

They're real, aren't they?

Mm-hmm.

And the Queen's Lair.

Mm-hmm.

You are making a run for them.

Listen, I know well
the allure of vengeance.

I myself have
frequently indulged,

and I have not
often found regret.

But in this moment right here,

I'm afraid for both our sakes,
I must riposte.

I say we go to your mercs,
I play the prospector,

and together
we ravage the Queen.

- You're trying to trick me.
- Let me help you.

I can harvest.

I can offer protection.

A girl your age, a child,
wanders into a camp

of Fringeling mercs,
raw at the end of tour.

What happens?
You appeal to their sympathies?

They have none.

They are ruthless profiteers.

You must have something
to offer,

or they will find something
to take from you.

Why should I trust you?

You stole from us.

- We did nothing to you...
- That's the Fringe, girl.

If you are one to point fingers
at extortion,

well, there's
not much I can say.

- And then you killed my father.
- Hold on.

I'm keen to make the case
that Damon killed himself.

We were trying to escape.

He was trying to steal
my trophy case

is what he was trying to do.

A man's work is no petty thing.

To you, his daughter,

I truly apologize for
my contribution to his passing.

But he was stealing
my entire harvest.

And actions like these foment

the threat
of appropriate reactions.

Your father knew that.

And if he didn't, then he had
no business in the Green.

You're a killer.

I am, indeed.

But are you?

It was all in the name
of self-preservation, birdie.

- It was nothing personal.
- Shut up.

- I'm your safest route home.
- Shut up.

And in the end,
we'll both be rich.

Even split.

Of course.

There's one more thing.

My filter's spent.
Gonna need a hook-up.

What is your name?

Do you mind if I take a look?

I can handle the map.

What do you know
about these mercs?

When did they arrive?

- How many are there?
- I don't know.

He didn't tell you anything?

It's bad practice, keeping you
in the dark, if you ask me.

What, because
it doesn't suit you?

A good partnership is only made
so by candid discourse.

Like with your mute friend.

Number Two was more of
a utility than a partner.

It seems like your father
treated you the same way.

Stop talking about my father.

What is your name?

Well, I have to
call you something.

Oy. Number Three.

Watch that trigger, girl.
Straight finger.

Thank you.

If you don't know, the thing
about channelrats

is when they fornicate, they
excrete a hormone substance.

I don't remember
what it's called,

but it is uncannily sticky,

it cocks up electrics,
and it smells exactly like

but significantly more potent
than stale human urine.

Could you stop?

Anyways, we stripped
every panel in that ship

and clubbed those rat bevers
to death two at a time.

It was a toilsome marathon
of carnage.

Never did find the nest.

You know, eventually
you're gonna have to trust me.

Let's go.

- What's wrong with you?
- Just give me a moment.

Sater.

Keep the thrower low.

- We could be surrounded.
- What?

I said keep it low.

He's coming closer.

Don't show any sign
of aggression.

Drop it.

Put your hands above your head.

- What?
- Just do it.

- Why?
- Just do it.

Now.

- We have to follow.
- Why?

It would appear...

...that your bite
still has some venom.

The dust.

It's found its way in
and now it festers.

The Sater are religious settlers
and tedious scavengers.

They should be amenable
to trade for medical supplies.

We don't have time.

We don't have a choice.

You don't.

Shoot me then.

Isaani langyu.

What do you want?

I have sustained a wound that,

due to inadequate treatment,
now festers pink.

I was hoping
you had some juice.

We got juice.

Thank you, sir.

We are tremendously grateful.

No.
No throwers.

I thought perhaps it might
interest you for trade.

No... throwers.

A wise and understandable
measure.

We shall stow them
at our discretion

and return shortly unarmed.

Is that acceptable to you
and your colleagues?

All right.

Here.

I was once a man like you

who came with a mind
to strike aurelac.

But that man died
down there in the Green.

Born anew amongst friends,

bonded into layers
beyond the ability

of the materialists to perceive.

And now our son
will play for you.

That was beautiful.

Juice.

It's good for you.
Cleanses the dust.

Thank you for your kindness.

Now, as you can see,
I have sustained a trauma

to my shoulder

and would much like to flush it
with your magic juice.

And to keep straight,

we would also be very much
interested in proper dressing,

and filter refreshers if you
have them and can spare them.

In return for your
gracious offering,

we are prepared
to compensate

with generosity
in equal measure.

Here is our offer.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

For the girl.

That is a bold offer.

It has been determined.

But you cannot see because
aurelac fills your eyes.

But it is inevitable
all the same

that she will be reborn
just like me.

That is the reason
why you were brought here.

Not the aurelac.

What do you need her for?

We lost our mother.

And the rush past,
it is time to rebuild.

The Currents have felt our loss

and have pulled you here
to reclaim the balance.

Hello?

Hello to the Green.

Nothing funny.

Just a desperate man
trying to make a bad deal

with the right holdout.

If anyone is out there,

don't hesitate to click on.

Take your helmet off.

You look like shit.

Eat it.

There's cases of them in here.

Mm.

Mm.

Here.

I need your help.

After you left,
those Sater weren't too keen

on helping me out,
so I had to treat myself.

I botched the excision.

I wasn't able to clean scrape
the blackness.

Now, if I don't lose my arm,
it'll kill me.

And I can't perform
the procedure by myself.

Were you going to
give me to them?

No.

You ever use one
of these before?

It's easy.

Prime it like this.

Then there are five levels
of intensity.

Two for flesh, four for bone.

You got it?

Thank you.

Will it hurt?

I won't feel a thing.
Hack away.

Quick, confident strokes
are best.

Try to go full circuit
on the first cut.

Never had to use
these syrettes before.

Kinda nice.

Tingly.

Almost like...

Oh, shit.
Oh, shit.

- Oh, shit.
- What?

Oh, shit.

- Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
- Does it hurt?

No. I don't know.
Keep going.

You're doing great.

Keep going until you hit bone.

I'm gonna miss him.

My primary weapon.
Been with me my whole life.

Always there, ready to help.

No job too gritty.

No love too intimidating.

- Sorry, that's bone.
- Up to four.

As soon as it's off,
give my stump a hearty coat

in the juice
then cream it all shut.

Clear?

Clear.

How are you so calm?

You done this before?

When I was 12,

we spent a season
processing Jata Bhalu.

Once they chopped all
the big meat cuts, they had me

climb inside the body cavity
to clip the organs

because I could get the eggs out
without mangling them.

It took an hour
to wash the blood

out of my hair every night.

This is pretty straight
compared to that.

Done.

So where's home?

I don't have one.

Spoken like a true floater.

What's that book
you carry around?

- It's "The Streamer Girl."
- "The Streamer Girl."

It's a novel.

- You wrote a novel?
- No.

No, I'm just writing it out.

You really don't know
"The Streamer Girl"?

There's not a lot of literature
in circulation out here.

Oh. It's so good.

It's about this group of friends
that grow up together

at the Bowsun Conservatory
in the Ephrate.

It follows their lives through
school, graduation, and after.

Clo and Reive are my favorites.

They end up...

I shouldn't tell you in case
you read it someday.

- Now it seems I must.
- It's my favorite.

I lost my copy in flight prep,
so I spent the freighter run

working on a new one.

I'm not done yet.

- You memorized it?
- Not the exact wording,

but I know every scene.

Sometimes I imagine that I live
in the Ephrate with them.

I like to think
about what happens

in between
what's already been written.

So I add new scenes sometimes.

Because then I get to spend
more time in their world,

and...

it's like they're more real
to me, like...

like I can have conversations
with them.

You must think I'm strange.

Not at all.

It's quite impressive.

When I lost the book,

he said that it was
for the best.

He said that it was
a distraction

and that I was wasting my time
re-reading the same book

and that I needed to focus.

Focus on what?

Cultivating skills relevant
to my field.

Maybe he was right.

Maybe if I had,
then he wouldn't be dead.

Well, you can't...

You can't think like that.

You go down that path, it's...

it's not good.

If you need someone to blame,
you blame me.

You need to think about
your next move.

We'll be on that freighter
in a tick.

My name is Cee.

It's nice to meet you, Cee.

Well, there's our ride.

Stay clear and close
and I'll talk us through.

When it comes time to dig,
I'll need you sharp.

I never harvested
one-handed before.

I'm gonna need some help.

But we'll keep it creamy,
and it'll all be fine.

Damon. Here for the dig.

You wouldn't believe the time
that we've had getting here.

I whole-heartedly apologize
for being late.

But after the storm
tided us off-mark,

we were already a cycle back...

You're late.

I whole-heartedly apologize.

You wouldn't believe...

You ready to dig?

Well, actually,

uh, before we get started,

I'm afraid I must interject.

I haven't been completely candid
with you yet.

After an errant landing
and toilsome trek,

there's one more significant
detail to our story.

One that forces us
to leverage our talents

for a little bit more
than the agreed upon price.

15 points.

It's not more of the cut
we're after.

The points are more
than adequate payment

for the two of us.

Rather, it's a means
of transit we lack.

We need a ride up
to the freighter.

Can't help you.

Then we're not going to dig.

Well, now,
what she means to say

is that while transport is
a requisite part of the deal,

we are willing
to forego two points.

Which by any reckoning

is exorbitant compensation
for a hop into orbit.

I said we can't do it.

Take-off already peaked,

and we ain't swinging
your weight in payload.

Oh, come, now, in a pry,
I've scrapped well

over the weight
of a passenger and a half.

Cargo braces.
That's 100, 130 V right there.

Braces already been gutted.

What about the water reservoir?

She a rock jumper.
Bare bones.

Engine skirt.

- Skirt ain't but 30 V.
- Baas converter.

How we gonna lift
with no converter?

My father once wire-rigged
a spare battery

and punched the orbit squares
in the hand pad

so the pod knew
where she was going...

We're a dose away
from the freighter pass,

and now you looking
to talk swap?

The job hasn't changed,

so keep your 15
and get to digging

before we miss
the last train home.

Your way off isn't our problem.

You are not understanding me.

Everything has changed.

If you're not willing
to scrap payload,

scrap crew for all I care.

But you will find a way

if you want that
buried treasure.

Inumon here has been looking
for a way out since touchdown.

I reckon you'd best jump to it

if you're trying to keep
your pay...

and your girl.

I am the gatekeeper
to more wealth

than any of us have ever seen.

And you've been wasting
in the Green

for far too long
to let that slip away.

I'm afraid I am the only means

to the successful end
of your venture.

And I say the terms
have changed.

13, plus a ride for me
and my partner

on your handsome craft...

or no deal.

Find a way.

Now, I do not intend
to breach my station,

but perhaps the secondary
hydrogen-4 offers

a viable solution
to this stalemate.

One that will keep us
all in pay.

My boy, this is a winner.

I think a little back-up thrust
is an easy drop

under the circumstances.

What do you say, boss?

Fine.

This way.

Gentlemen...

and women...

let's get rich.

Strange method for an execution.

What did this fellow
do to land in the box?

Don't know.

Came to us packaged up
and powdered pink.

Had to slog all the way out here
just to leave him here to die.

Apparently, it's tradition.

- How convoluted.
- Don't need to tell me.

But the pay is good,
so I don't much care.

There she is.

Somebody already give her a go.

We found it digging
for tie-downs.

Our boy dove in fist first.

It ate his arm.

So we called you in.

That's the price
of a dry breach.

But my chem
will calm the brine.

Hello, sweetheart.

It's a big one.

You got it?
Nice and tight.

Hold it like you love it.

It's perfect.

Slippery son of a bitch.

No, no, no. Shit!

Not to worry. We go again.

You know how to do this?

It's a little difficult
to carve weak-handed.

What you say?

It sounded like you said
you can't do this.

- Now hold on.
- Hey. Wait.

All right, you kips can't
dig for shit.

We're done here.

Those shots will bring
the rest of them in.

What do we do?

I don't know.

Greedy fool!

Couldn't help himself.

Took a stumble getting
a closer look.

Now, time presses,

and I am gonna need assistance
if we are to...

Go! Go!

Over here! Over here!

Move!

I'm out.

If we uncouple,

you can run a distraction,
opening me up for the backstab.

Are you sure?

I can do it.

You run fast
and you don't stop.

You keep plenty of trees
between you and her.

You come straight back here
as soon as I make the kill

so we can recouple.

- You clear?
- Clear.

Aah!

You need to go.

You grab the gun and you go.

You can make it.

Get outta here.