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“Standard occupation protocols care a lot e tracking, air-gapped encryption, pattern-based censorship, human-review censorship, throttled traffic You name it”
It fit with everything else that was suddenly changed and beyond her control She couldn’t have her ship She couldn’t get her people back together She had to ask permission and an escort to let her retrieve her own clothes So of course theirstuck in Medina’s syste ramp from the transfer point at the center of spin had been thick with carts and people on foot, so back down The grim expressions had been the same both ways
“I was captain for about a week,” Bobbie said, the beer in her cup sloshing dangerously as she jabbed at the air with it “Ion if you count from when Holden offered it to me Or e did the paperwork The paperwork cauess Houston clocked as much time in control of the Rocinante as I did”
“You’re drunk,” Alex said, gently pushing her beer hand back down to the table He was sitting next to her at a long, faux-wood table Amos and Clarissa sat across the table from them Amos had a beer in his hand and half a dozen ehtest Clarissa had a plate of cold, soggy french fries in front of her and was using them to push ketchup into spiral art
“I’ to like the idea of being captain of my own ship and these Laconian assholes took it away”
She punctuated the word Laconian by jabbing her glass toward one of their Marines walking past the bar Beer splashed across the table and into Clarissa’s fries She didn’t seem to notice or care Bobbie plucked up her napkin and dabbed the worst of it away anyhoith only a little pang of guilt
“And that’s why you need to ease down on the brews, sailor,” Alex said, just taking the glass away froet on to the kickin’-ass and gettin’-our-ship-back stage”
“You got a plan?” Amos asked His tone said he found this dubious
“Not yet, but that’s e need to be doing,” Alex shot back
“Cuz, a couple hundred Marines, one destroyer in the docks, and one whatever the fuck that flying violation of the laws of physics is,” A to sip his beer and set in on that action”
“Hey, asshole,” Alex said, half standing up fro more than feel sorry for myself”
“This here?” Amos said He pointed at the Marine outside, the security drones that now hovered over every part of Medina’s drum, the people in Laconian Navy unifor paved over All we can do now is try to find soh”
“Cracks?” Alex said, then sat back doith a thuot no idea what the fuck you’re talking about”
“No one is doing anything,” Bobbie said “Not till I give the order We get this pass to get our stuff off the Roci, y from there I may not have a ship, but I can sure as hell still have my crew”
“Be nice to sneak a gun or two off the ship,” Areed