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Chapter Nine - Halfstar

 Chapter Nine - Halfstar

 Logistics are life.

 Without them, you have no food, no water, no ammo, no materials. Youre basically stuck with what you have on you. Its why in times of crisis, one of the most important things is setting up a proper logistics train.

 That getsplicated when the train needs to reach the undercity. The terrain is treacherous, the paths down are maze-like, and if cargo is unguarded, its liable to never make it to its destination.

 One popr trick is to just figure out where the destination is, then plow a hole through the building above it.

 Its a bit unsubtle, but its better than being shanked by a hobo.

 --Sgt. Aaron Fenzer - The True American Armys Logistics Division, 2048

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 The maintenance elevator might have been faster, but it was also cramped, jittery, and felt like a ce where someone could easily die.

 Oh, wow, I said after we hit a particrly jarring bump. I had Myalis pull up the records, and this elevator wasst inspected in 2045.

 I was like, three years old then, Roon said.

 I nodded. Next time, I think we can use the non-shortcut.

 Were in something of a hurry, Gomorrah said. She was off to one side, hand wrapped around one of the metal poles reaching up to the ceiling. The elevator didnt havepleted walls. Instead it was lined by a cage on four sides that ended at about hip-height. It meant that we got to see the bare structure of the building as we slid down. Cracked concrete, exposed rebar, and the asional open vent where glowing eyes watched us pass.

 The elevator jerked to a stop, and the cage slid most of the way open just as the door squealed apart.

 This is it, Roon said as she squeezed out ahead and stepped into a dingy corridor. It was all graffiti-covered drywall, with the asional hole punched into it. Lights hung from the ceilings, some of them working enough that they illuminated the boxes here and there where the homeless lived.

 Had livednone of those I saw had anyone in them.

 The Halfstar is one level down, Roon said.

 Alright, lead on.

 Gomorrah and I walked side-by-side behind Rac, the girl bouncing ahead with near-manic energy. Has anything changed in this area recently? Gomorrah asked.

 Yeah, there were aliens.

 Aliens? I asked.

 You know, nt xenos. From the incursion. Some of them made it this far out, but then some samurai like you swept in. We had a whole lot of soldiers down here too, but only for a day or so before they left.

 And thats why there isnt anyone around? I asked.

 Rac shrugged. I guess. When the incursion happened, I went topside, hid in one of the big shelters. They had free food. I bet a lot of homeless did that too. Online, they say that theres a lot of opportunity right after an incursion. Lots ofpanies pick up new employees for the factories from all the people who lost their homes and stuff.

 Huh, I said. Likely easy pickings. Desperate people would grab onto any contract in a pinch. You dont like that kind of work?

 Id love to work in a factory, Rac said. Just doing the same thing all day. I could save up some credits, buy one of those story-generating machines. You know, with, like, an AI writing a story for you, then reading it aloud? Just zone out all day.

 That sounded awful. If thats what you want, then why didnt you try to find work? Gomorrah asked.

 Too young. Most corporations are real careful about hiring anyone under eighteen, because thereve been some samurai that kicked up a fuss about childbour, and no one wants their factory burned down.

 Maybe we can find you some better work then, I said.

 Really? Roon asked.

 Really? Gomorrah repeated.

 Hey, I have a whole new building that needs cleaning and stuff. And were basically rich, arent we? I asked. Plus, Roon reminded me a lot of my Kittens. A bit dirtier (and that was saying something) but she had that same energy about her. She was tough.

 That would be incredible! Ill work really hard, and for cheap too. And I promise I wont sell most of your trash!

 Alright, alright, I said. Lets get all of this stuff done first.

 Roon brought us down a stairwell, then opened a door that led into a maintenance corridor, with a low ceiling covered in exposed pipes and dangling wires. Dont touch the tubes, theyre hot, she warned as she easily squeezed between two of them.

 I had to contort myself through, the armour making it a lot harder, but at least it kept me from getting burned or anything.

 Once we were through, we pushed into a much wider corridor, this one acting as a sort of street. There were a few booths along the sides, and some enclosed greenhouse nters that looked to be filled with oxygen-rich moulds.

 Doors with panels on them led off to apartments on both sides, and at the next corner, we passed a convenience store with barred windows. There were people around, at least. Some looking tired, others tipsy. Mostly, they looked like workers on their way back home after a nightshifts work.

 The corridor eventually tipped downwards and we reached another intersection, one leading onto a road that was lit only by reddish lights.

 Some kids with neon spray-paint were designing a mural on one wall with quick strokes. Sharply drawn aliens, recognizable as Model Threes, racing up towards a figure that looked suspiciously like Deus Ex, with red shes flowing out and away from her and through the aliens. The bottom half of the image looked like the undercity though, and it was crawling with aliens.

 Above it all, in that typical hard-to-read typography graffiti artists liked, were some words: GODS EYES DONT SEE DEEP.

 I snapped a pic while we walked past. Something to send to the pipsqueakter.

 The Halfstar announced itself with all of the bluster and pride of a silent fart. It had a sign hanging off one wall, the lights in it burnt out. Its entrance was a in metal door.

 But there was a line leading in, and a bouncer by the front with a half-mask and two cybeic arms that looked like they belonged to a factory worker.

 We skipped the line.

 Hey, I say to the bouncer. Can pretty girlse in free?

 He eyed me, then Gomorrah, then Roon. No, he said.

 Can pretty girls with very big gunse in free? I asked next.

 Gomorrah sighed. Were Samurai, here to speak with... someone within. Please let us in.

 He looked at Gomorrah, then stepped to the side. Right, of course. Go on in.

 Thank you, sir, she replied.

 Sir? I repeated.

 Being polite can help things. And its justmon courtesy, something that I know youre unfamiliar with.

 I can be polite if I feel like it, I said. Ive just never felt like it.

 The Halfstars entrance was a dark ce, filled with gauzy curtains of light-absorbing material that made it hard to guess how big things were. They might have done something to dampen down the sound, because as we moved in, the noise grew louder and louder. I adjusted my cat-ears down a notch or two. Super hearing was great when it wasnt pounding noise into your skull.

 And then we were in the bar proper.

 It was obvious that the ce had been something else at one point. Walls were torn out, and the floor cut open. A second level below had chairs around a ring that someone could easily jump into from above. There werent even rails around it on the top floor.

 No fights on at the moment, but the ce was still lively. The dance floor was upied by two dozen bodies, rubbing and gyrating against each other, and the DJ, some guy in a sweat-stained shirt waving his arms around.

 There, Gomorrah said.

 She was pointing across the room to where a nun was facing off against an obese man jabbing a finger towards her face.

 Thats Franny, she said.

 Franny looked pissed. Sure, she was as pretty as she was in the pictures Gomorrah had shared, but that beauty was twisted a bit as she sneered at the man blocking her path.

 Still hot though.

 Well then, lets go say hi to your girlfriend, I said.

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Chapter Nine - Halfstar