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    Saiyan Arlic

    A R L I C ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Saiyan Exile ◆ Zenkai ◆ Saiyan Tail ◆ Age 19 ◆ Good ▌ APPEARANCE Arlic is built lean the way a knife is lean, not unfinished, but stripped of everything unnecessary. He stands shorter than a Commoner soldier expects, with...
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    Whereabouts Unknown

    "Cardo," he said. "I've been here since it started." He didn't explain the watching. Gehn had read it right and there wasn't anything to add to it. The gymnasium footage again. The man with the bandaged arms saying he didn't know her name. "What was it," Cardo said. Not quite a question...
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    Whereabouts Unknown

    The broadcast had cycled three times before Cardo stopped counting. He'd been there long enough to watch it loop: the shaky footage from survivor comms, the interviews in the gymnasium, the crater where a block of Quartz City used to be. The clip they kept coming back to. The olive jacket. The...
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    The Corner Table

    "Wrong night," Cardo agreed. No argument. It had been wrong night by the second exchange and he'd known it and gone looking for ugly anyway. He wasn't embarrassed by the loss. He was already thinking about what he'd do differently. He sat with Axar's ask for a moment. The staging area was quiet...
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    The Corner Table

    Cardo looked at the hand. He took it. Coming up, his left side delivered its full assessment at once. Jaw. Ribs. The ringing in the back of his head had decided to stop, which was the right call. "Left side," he confirmed. "Since the second exchange." He said it the way he'd say anything that...
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    The Corner Table

    The elbow caught him. Not clean, but enough. His jaw filed a complaint he didn't have time to answer. He reset, circling right, keeping the left side out of Axar's reach. Not because he thought Axar had forgotten about it. Axar hadn't gone back there yet, and that was its own kind of...
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    The Corner Table

    The hook to the body landed and Cardo felt it. Enough to establish that the inside was Axar's if he wanted it. He stepped back, gave himself room, and thought: faster than he looked, and he already looked fast. He watched Axar come forward and didn't retreat. He cut left, ducking under the...
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    The Corner Table

    Cardo pulled his jacket off and set it on the nearest container. Restricted. Axar was going to show him something, not everything. That was fine. The spar wasn't an interrogation. It was a handshake. He rolled his shoulders once and looked at Axar across the open floor. The low gravity was...
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    The Corner Table

    Cardo looked at him for a moment. Axar had clocked exactly what he was doing and said so without saying so, and then accepted the offer in one word, which told him something useful about how the man thought. Words cost something to Axar. He spent them accordingly. "There's a cargo staging area...
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    The Corner Table

    Not a question. Axar had let him finish, given a straight answer, and then asked the thing he actually wanted to know. The tail sweep was the only tell — one slow movement and then stillness that had nothing relaxed in it. Cardo noted the distinction. He also noted "operational channels." Not...
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    The Corner Table

    Cardo looked at the chair Axar had straightened and then at the one left where it was. He filed it. "Connections," he said. "The broker runs supply contracts through three different shipping channels. Two of them are legitimate. The third routes through a network I've been tracking for a...
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    The Corner Table

    The Commercial District The stall where the old man undercharged had been gone for three weeks. Someone had moved him — quietly, no confrontation, no record — to a spot two levels up where foot traffic thinned out by midday. Better for business, he'd been told. Cardo had found him the second...
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