Exile of the Faithful - Chapter Nine
Solaris City
Solaris VII
Lyran Commonwealth
10 September 3052
Only a light haze hung in the air of the club as Faith and Shannon sat at a table on the perimeter of the club. The Foxy club was Davionist to the core, but catered to a wide segment of the Solaris population. There was something for everyone, from the televised mech fights that were displayed in various areas to the dance floor that attracted throngs of young party goers.
The waitress appeared and placed the shot glasses they had ordered, two in front of each woman. They each took a glass, tapped them together in a toast, and downed the shot. Faith noticed that Shannon was careful not to make prolonged eye contact. Not drunk enough yet, she thought.
"So, answer me this. You're a mechwarrior, trained to pilot a million c-bill war machine, on the biggest game world in the Inner Sphere, and you're running errands in a short skirt for a shady, mid-level criminal. Where did you fall off the merry-go-round?"
"You'd be amazed how quick you can fall with a loss or two. I was convinced I could break through on the circuit, and after a couple of losses and doubling down each time, I was in debt up to my eyeballs. I did a stint with the Deneb Light Cavalry, so when I came here, it wasn't with my own machine. You can only keep putting the debts off so long before they come calling."
As she listened, Faith kept scanning the room. The crowd was light tonight, mostly fans and average citizens out for a night on the town. What Faith was looking for was some excitement, and it didn't seem like it was going to materialize here.
"So why'd you lose the fights?" This was where she would be able to actually learn something about the woman.
"I figured all mechjockying was the same. I'd seen action in the field, so I figured I could handle myself in the arena. But as I'm sure you know, it's a different game out there. The rules aren't the same, the skill set isn't the same. I didn't adjust."
Faith nodded. "Speaking of adjusting...let's blow this joint. I've got an idea."
She practically sprang from her table, leaving some c-bills behind, and grabbing Shannon by the arm to coax her along. The two women soon found their way outside, and made their way through the light Solaris drizzle through the streets of the Black Hills. By moving just a few streets over, the found themselves in a slightly more colorful neighborhood.
They stopped outside a reasonably well kept storefront with a neon sign that advertised itself as "Mek Daze" one of a dozen or more "gaming" parlors around the city where civilians could pay to play in video game like simulators of the mech duels on Solaris. She had never tried one, but imagined the experience left something to be desired for the true mechwarrior.
"You have to be kidding. You wanna play the pods?" Shannon asked incredulously.
Faith let out a laugh. "Why not? We're mechjocks, right? Nah, all I'm really after is a crazy time. We could sweep the floor with those mechbunnies, that's no fun. I'm out for an experience. Trust me, this is gonna be great. Stay here for a second. I'll be right back."
Leaving her partner in crime at somewhat of a loss, Faith quickly dashed across the street toward an alcove where some men were lingering. In a place like this, she was anonymous enough to not attract attention, but but knew the Solaris drug trade like the back of her hand. After a few words and a quick cash transaction, she found what she was looking for. Now a satisfied customer, she darted back across the street, took Shannon by the arm, and walked through the doors of Mek Daze.
The simulated gaming den was like any other across the city, and probably replicated on many a world in the Inner Sphere. The technology behind the sims was cheap, nothing approaching military grade, and it made for an interesting diversion for many a Solaran patron. Far from uniform, the clientele made up several diverse groups. The vast majority were Solaris youth, as quite a subculture had grown up around the industry. If it kept middle class youth off the streets, most people were happy. There were also, of course, tourists there simply for a one time thrill. And there was also a small segment of hard core types, who took the simulator battles very seriously, going so far as dressing up like "mechwarriors".
The duo made their way through the various crowds towards the main event, the simulators themselves. Looking rather chuffed with themselves were a group of twelve of what she guessed were the tryhards, wearing some kind of uniform they had concocted themselves. In the other line was a collection of mechbunnies and tourists who, as luck would have it, were still two short of forming a drop company.
"C'mon, this is perfect," Faith said with a grin.
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