The Displaced

Posted on Wed Sep 7th, 2016 @ 12:33pm by Samanthia Akiashiro

Mission: Brave New World
Location: SB 332

Life on a starbase wasn't all that easy when you slipped through the cracks and lived on the edge outside the system. The refugees that kept getting shoved aside by the bureaucracy of the station. Ration cards expired or no longer valid due to the invasion of the Sorjourners. Information lost or misplaced due to the many repairs to the station.

Slowly the hierarchy of the 'Displaced' was being established by quick wit and bloodshed. Bodies literally disappearing into the Stations Recyclers, Incinerators or simply shoved out the nearest Airlock. Just another piece of debris drifting off into space or burn up upon reentry onto the nearby planet.

They learned the secret routes of the Maintenance Corridors and access ways within the walls of the station. Moving unseen and rarely heard. Appearing here and then disappearing there. They knew which dead end corridors had access to the secret ways and even access to some of the stores and cafes. Even the Famed Warp-12 had its unknown access ways into the establishment.

These thieves were smart. They never stole any weapons nor high end value stuff. Just what they needed. Food and clothing for the 'Displaced' to bestow favors and silence from the masses that lived outside the system. They were the rats and vermin that plague such places. Even facilities as the Customs Warehousing for the Quarantine Stuff that still needed to pass inspection. They were careful not to leave traces, but even the theft left signs of tampering; of lighter crates. Or crates that been moved and replaced to hide a quickie snatch job only to be discovered later at the destination when uncovered.

The Enforcers moved through gathering spots to ensure that their tribute was paid or it was taken in other ways of servitude. When Enforcers met other Enforcers from other gangs or section, bloody fights would break out. The screams were muffled by the thick walls that held the lifeblood of the station. As weapons of Archaic design ruled these secret passages in the walls of the station for energy weapons were the bane of these societies as the often preached to the Displaced Masses in their secret ways to remain in secret that 'Big Brother' or the Outsiders would come and destroy them. Forcing them to live to support their Evil Empire as slaves of those who walked the public corridors. Or to be evicted to the camps on the planets that didn't want them.