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Girl:

As I said, youve got balls. Nowadays, most people say Vor, find me a shuttle, help me escape Rodina before xenos destroy it. Like rats on a sinking ship. You show up on my doorstep, say Vor, find me a shuttle, I want to hide it INSIDE of Rodina. Crazy little girl.

But your credit is good, and you approach me like I am a businessman, not some crass gangster type who trades ships for hair twirling and pretty smiles. So, why not.

Ive arranged for a short-range tender craft to go missing. The transponder will leave Rodina with these other idiots. The ship, howevermy men will hide it in a cleft near the engines tokamak array. Full Faraday shielding around it, two long-term survival pods, as requested. Well bury you deep.

You asked about batteries. The tender ships cells only hold a two-week charge, but Ill show you a trick. Put those cells close to a large hydrogen fusion reaction (like the tiny sun inside Rodinas engine core), set them to overdraw, and theyll suck down a few hundred petajoules. As long as you dont fry the whole ship, you can trickle-feed the lifepods for months off of that. 

Im curious: whos joining you in that second lifepod? Someone important, perhaps? Someone that other parties might pay me credits to turn in? I assume youve thought of this, of course.

Give me twenty four hours, little girl, and all will be set.

Vor



I havent been little since I was little, Vor. Maybe you mistook polite for demure. Let me clarify: I think deep, I fight dirty, and when Im angry Im the scariest thing on this ship. But youre helping me, right? So were buds.

I met an interesting woman, once. Her name was Alicja. Only knew her for a few days before she died. She told me the most fascinating stories. One was about a man (one of these crass gangster types) who fixed the Vanguard elections so all his friends would get front-row berths. Very hush-hush. He screwed over a LOT of people and made a LOT of credits. I bet the Council would love to talk to that man. Come to think of it, I bet everyone he cheated would love to talk to him too.

Gosh, so much to think about while Im down in that lifepod. My little girl brain hurts already.

Ill round up my companion and see you in twenty four hours.

Toodles,
Sigrid



Giggy:

I figured out where you are. Im coming to get you right now. ETA five minutes. Sit your ass down and stay put.

I know you dont want to see me. You probably hate me, and thats fine. But were family. I dont care if youre raising the devil itself down-system. Well raise it together. You want to pray? Ill pray with you.

I never understood why you took me in. Ive been nothing but heartache to you and Vera, right from the start. I cost you credits. I cost you years of your life spent teaching me how to be a person. I got Ndugu killed and Vera killed and sent you down this insane path youre on. But I am your daughter. We are family. Youre stuck with me. Thats it.

I love you,
Siggy
