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Vampire AU | Rumors and Mishaps

“How ya feeling?”

Harper was looking better but still clearly very weak but she was awake and not looking to be overly groggy. Jake wasn’t allowed to remove his face mask and there was no physical contact which he figured was agreeable given the circumstances. She looked remarkably small in her bed but that was probably given the size difference in his avatar. It was a little weird; she was so stern-faced and seeing her like this was… different.

“Like someone cut me open and stole one of my organs.” Harper mused, licking her dry lips.

Jake snorted a little as he seated himself comfortably on the cool floor. “Well, in our defence, it was killing you. I’d rather steal your organs and have you live to complain about it.”

“Oh, you’re looking for a kidney next? My spleen?”

“You offering?”

Harper rolled her eyes but she was smiling a little. “Thank you. I…appreciate that you all came to help me. Mo’at too.”

The Tsahìk in question was present, but situated in the corner of the Rolab with Eliza and with a new collection of freshly plucked herbs; clearly educating the doctor on what they were and how to make it into a viable paste.

“Humans gotta have each other’s backs out here.” Jake said, “Especially when you’re sick. We gotta have compassion and community…. And someone has to drag Zeke off the floor when he’s fainted.”

“Hey! I hear you, you know.” Zeke was by one of the monitors, the window painted over so it was a little dark but he looked to be busy with some science scans of a plant.

“Good,” Harper remarked.

Zeke tore his eyes from the screen and then poked his tongue out in their direction. “Look, no offence, Trin, but I don’t want or need to see your guts. Some parts of the women’s body should remain under their skin.”

Harper rolled her eyes softly.

“I saw you rub at your side when we were moving the shacks, was that…this?” Jake asked, nodding to her side. “Why didn’t you say something? We could have had you checked out way sooner.”

Harper sighed heavily. “Honestly…I thought it was my menstrual cramps. A bad month. Plus, I’ve toughed it through pain before. Didn’t think much of it and…didn’t wanna bother anyone.”

A slight tisk from the Tsahìk echoed, a little muffled from her mask. “Pain is often a sign that something is wrong. Ignoring it will not make it go away. What would have happened if this rupture happened at night?”

“You know, I can absolutely see you trying to clamber into your bunk bed in complete denial about the worst pain you’ve ever experienced before in your life.” Zeke mused, “Be like ‘na, I’m good, I’m good. Probably gotta sleep. Yep, sleep will solve this…just gotta…’” He went far to mime a little crawling motions then his hand to his side as he slouched in his seat dramatically. “And you crawl your way across the module floors like some cryptic eldritch horror then heave your way onto the top bunk with the quiet hope your insides don’t pop out.”

Harper remained quiet for a moment, looking very unimpressed but… a little guilty, “Yeah. That sounds like me.” She admitted after a moment, running a hand through her hair.

“The fact you live with a shit ton of concerned people probably would have raised the alarm sooner.” Jake said, “I doubt you could have gotten up a ladder.”

Harper poked her tongue out playfully. “At least it worked out for me and it didn’t happen at night.”

“But we could have been too late.” Jake leaned forward, the tube of his mask hitting the edge of the gurney’s support frame at the motion. “No one wants that for you or anyone. Any strange pain, you get checked out, okay? Something small can turn into something big. Too many people on Earth have died because they thought it was something small and that it could go away in time, that even their doctors sent them away without a check-up.”

Harper looked away, mostly to her hands. “Okay.”

Jake nodded. “Good.” He rose up to his feet, to leave now and to let the woman rest. No need to disturb her anymore and no doubt the others were gonna swing by.

“Actually, Sully,” Eliza moved away from her work, “In a few days, I want you back here in your human body. I want to run a physical.”

Jake frowned at the doc in confusion. “What, Why?”

“Unlike Harper who felt she was in pain, you can’t feel pain lower than your waist. I want to check and make sure you’re not dealing with anything you can’t feel...or ignoring if it feels minor. Appendix first but paraplegics are prone to pressure sores, kidney stones, muscle spasms and urine tract infections.”

From the look passing from Mo’at, it was a clear sign he wasn’t gonna get out of it either. Neytiri was gonna drag his tail if he tried to do training instead.

“Okay, fine but no prostate check I had that before I left.”

Neytiri was waiting outside when he got out nor was she alone. Ashely was in her avatar as well in nothing but some very short shorts and her avatar tank that…looked to have been cut down to just about cover her breasts. Around her waist, she had a hand-woven belt from strumbeast hide with a few side pouches. She had a few decorative pieces on like an anklet and an armband. Her braided hair was pulled back from her face. An odd mixture of Na’vi and human attire. He hadn’t noticed it before.

“All good?” He asked, eyeing the avatar a little as he picked up his bow from where he had left it.

“Ashelysloan will be joining us on this hunt.” Neytiri stated, “She needs to hunt for both her camps while Harper is recovering. I wish to see her progress since Tsu’tey will not be about. He’s got another patrol to run. Slinth has migrated out of our territory fully now and now the real danger has passed for the sky people to really start their machines.”

Jake nodded but he couldn’t help but hide his disappointment that he’d have to share this time with someone else with Neytiri. Still, he knew putting it aside was necessary; this wasn’t about him. They were also in their domain of the woods so…made sense. He could respect it.

“Any progress?” Ashely asked.

“Not much, the seeds we’ve planted in advance have settled well and waiting for the machines to pass over. It will be a glorious stop.” Neytiri grinned a little as she spoke, clearly enjoying the thought of what was gonna happen.

Seeing her happy made Jake feel very… happy too. He couldn’t blame her for that, any chance at slowing the sky people was good.

“Looking forward to it, got it.” Ashely nodded, reaching for the nearby tree stump and collecting her bow and arrows she had resting in it. “What are my chances of Zeke helping me butcher my kill?”

Jake sniggered a little, while Neytiri rolled her eyes with a titter but instead of answering, led the way to start their hunt.

Neytiri hadn’t been wrong about Ashely’s capabilities which had been a firm reminder to Jake to actually pay attention to his follow avatar drivers and their skills; between training with Neytiri and sitting in a circle with the bead makers and weavers, Jake hadn’t seen much beyond when they had come to him or crossed paths.

Their feet running, even as a group were near quiet, practised steps with stepping off from making obvious tracks was still on Jake’s mind but with Neytiri, it looked second nature enough that it didn’t look like she had thought about it any more.

Ashley was the one leading the hunt, bow out but they were tracking the same thing, he could smell it in the air but while he struggled to follow it, his fellow driver seemed to pick up more. He took note of how she touched a few leaves, watching the response from the environment to pick up the scent again. He watched how the plants reacted too, sniffing carefully before her ears perked. He listened out before he heard it; the soft tugging sound of grass and hefty breath.

Ahead, Ashely’s bow form was perfect with how she crouched in the undergrowth and her steps were quiet in her crawl. Her draw was quiet and he noted how her breathing was even as she lined up her shot, even her tail paused before she let go of the string and the arrow was gone.

Barely a second later, her prey—a yerik—dropped without a sound and the herd scattered.

Ashely jumped swiftly from the bushes and both Jake and Neytiri followed at a distance but the woman didn’t need to put the creature out of its misery; the arrow instantly killed it with a shot straight to its nasal cavity in its chest.

A clean kill.

He didn’t need to be an expert to see that.

“<I See You, Brother, and thank you. Your spirit goes with Eywa, your body stays behind to become part of the People>” Her words were spoken fluently as her hands rested upon her kill before she straightened up and pulled out her arrow softly from its body.

“Well done,” Neytiri remarked, impressed. “It didn’t suffer.”

Ashely smiled. “I’ve always had a good aim. I’ve studied their anatomy; their chest and nasal cavity is an immediate kill spot… or their head but that’s a smaller target.” She leant over the yerik thoughtfully, rubbing down its spine of soft fur. “I need to take this back, I wanna start butchering and getting the meat marinating. We’re having potato and Yerik strew and this is gonna be wonderful!”

Jake found his mouth watering a little at the thought. Strew did sound great and…potatoes. God, he missed potatoes.

“When can we start trades?” He asked, helping with grabbing some vines from Neytiri to help weave a basic sledge to drag it with little harm.

“How long until the weed’s done?”

“The first batch is grown but it’s drying out right now. Nadine learned the hard way of trying too soon. Once it’s dried out, we’ll get portions made up. We’re also germinating new seeds so there may be some you can grow here.”

Ashely hummed in interest. “I’ll talk to the others.”

Between the three of them, the yerik was sledged back up towards Ashely’s camp since they had wandered closer to that side of the forest and she pulled out a woven tarp to lay it on.

“Need some help?” Jake offered.

“I’m good, thanks. “ Ashely declaimed, “Do you want the skull once I’m done?”

“I will take it.” Neytiri said, “Our Bone shapers will often recraft these to make ornamental jewellery or tools.”

Jake hummed in consideration. “Maybe I should give it a try? Bone shaping? I’ve only ever made bone beads but nothing fancy.” Morgan had definitely seemed more interested in the art the last day or so, maybe it was in part the fact he had a ton of skulls he wanted to put to use now. Their camp had a lot of bones as well since crafting was slow going with their low numbers. The flesh of their hunts was gone quicker than the rest of it. Sure, Kim had given some to the Kung camp for frames but they still had a ton that was building up.

“I suppose… but it’s far more active than bead making. It’s a more significant process than just shaping bone. The bones come from our butchers. They’re cleaned, separated and checked. Any bones too small to be useful for a craft or damaged will go to the bead makers. Those that aren’t claimed by weavers for clothing or dye are then returned for the bone shapers to craft and create.” Neytiri explained, rising to her feet. She bid farewell to Ashely and led him back into the trees for his own hunt.

He followed her lead with a tight grip with his bow as he went. But Jake was quick on the mark to understand her concern on the matter and why he hadn’t been properly introduced. It was easy to figure it was on the same lines as the leather workers and tanners. Bead making and weaving were stationary and in a way easier suited him in his human body, as the same was making arrowheads and dyes.

With more active work, getting up and moving often would be his difficulties in his chair; the terrain would be harder to navigate with roots and getting in and out of his chair to sort through bones would become tedious. Still, he knew without a doubt that they would find ways to accommodate his disability if asked.

“I’d still like to give it a try. Plus, I can still have my Dreamwalker. Some days I’m not training if you’re too busy with your tsakarem duties. Plus, I know how to clean bones and organise them. N’deh is…very strict in making sure we respect our kills and their gifts. I don’t need that much training in that regard in bone shaping.”

Neytiri hummed softly. “We’re heading back to Hometree for this afternoon. If you can secure a good hunt.” She challenged.

Jake huffed but nodded.

After watching how Ashely was able to move much more, Jake really began to try and soak in and replicate how Neytiri moved as well; he had seen how she had moved and had tried to copy it but…he had always had that distraction of just…her. Watching her but not…paying attention to the details of what she was doing.

He followed as she ran, along the tree and up into the higher branches, mirroring her jump and swing across the gap and putting trust in both his body and her (and hoping he didn’t slip so high up). Unlike his end of the forest, they had far more large mushrooms and big leaves that were bigger than him, allowing for a quick and safe descent from the tree tops.

Jake however didn’t make a graceful landing but he was down, winded but ready to carry on with a grin at the incredulous look Neytiri gave him as his gracelessness before she rolled her eyes.

“Skxawng.” She muttered.

Jake just laughed, collecting up his bow.

Soon enough though he let himself get serious and take the lead, pressing his senses out with soft sniffs to see if he could pick up a scent. He stepped in a way that mirrored their training and became near silent but he found the tracks of a yerik after a few minutes and with a scent to follow so he began his journey. His arrow ready and his bow out front.

The sense of anticipation built as he heard the sounds ahead, the clear sounds of something moving about; grazing the foliage ahead. His eyes locked on carefully as he caught sight of his kill-to-be so he remained close to the land, his bow taking aim as he lined the arrow towards it’ main body; a shot to its middle would kill it better than a shot to its shoulder. He had no clear angle to hit it in its instant-kill spot on its main body so he had to make do.

He pulled back the string, the effort pulling the sore muscles but he ignored that; he had to impress Neytiri with this… he had to show her he was learning.

Jake let out a breath as he let go, the arrow singing through the air and with a thud, the yerik went down with a cry. He made to dive forwards to offer a prayer and to properly kill it but a hand suddenly grabbed his tail, a hand coming to slap across his mouth. The noise bubbled in his throat before the reason for Neytiri’s sudden turn of behaviour became clear.

A team of three heavily armed SecOps officers promptly seemed to appear through the treeline and close enough to notice the yerik as it tried to get up. Jake’s heart rocked in his chest. In part in complete surprise of the RDA patrol but the ache came for the pain he had delivered to the yerik; a non-instant kill and one he couldn’t put out of its misery without revealing himself. It didn’t deserve that pain…

Neytiri pulled him back and he begrudgingly followed silently. There was the sound of a gunshot and the yerik’s pain was ended. He let the prayer run through his mind but he didn’t turn back.

They didn’t stop for a while. Neytiri had been swift in getting him back to the far outskirts of Hometree, she didn’t stop until she was shakily kneeling in the foliage beside the river, taking steady breaths.

“That was too close.” She breathed.

“I know.” Jake couched next to her. “We could have been caught.”

“No, you could have been caught.” Neytiri corrected. “I…I thought for a second that…you could have been killed uf you went I—I can’t have you taken away like that. Their weapons are strong and we were…so underprepared.” She shook her head. “We were careless.”

“The RDA must have changed their patrols. Smaller teams. We should report this to Eytukan.” Jake’s hands came to her shoulder, hoping to offer her some support. While his heart still sang, he felt calmer. Or maybe it hadn’t quite sunk in yet. Either way, he’d freak out about it in a bit.

“Yes.” Neytiri nodded vigorously. “Yes. But… we need to make sure that…they don’t recognise you. Your Dreamwalker. You…you need to look Na’vi. Like Kimgreene and Jerome. Blend in with us so they don’t immediately see you as a Dreamwalker.” Her hand came to his bicep but he could feel the tremble in her touch.

Jake blinked, surprised but also touched by her conviction. “Let’s…just focus on one thing. Telling your father. We…can discuss that with the others. They’ll need to know about the new patrols first.”

Neytiri’s brow pulled in but she nodded, taking a moment and patting his hand of comfort to gather herself. “Okay.”

As she went to rise, he tugged her a little to keep her from going up, unable to help himself to ask. “Are you okay, Neytiri? You look very shaken.” To put it politely. Something felt wrong and he could see…familiar signs of stress.

Neytiri scoffed, though her eyes were sad. “I’ll be fine.”

“But you’re not okay right now?” He rubbed soft circles with his thumb into her skin, “If it’s private, you don’t have to tell me, but… I’m here if you want to talk.”

Neytiri sighed softly. “It’s… reminded me of…the surprise we had of the soldiers at the… school. Their…guns. Their clothes.... Them. I know it’s…silly; they weren’t looking for us but… I feared for you.”

Jake nodded softly in understanding. Her own…trauma had come back to haunt her. “You’ve been triggered. Very normal for the pain the sky people caused you and it’s okay to not be okay. We can still stay back and wait. I am here with you. The sky people are far away.”

“We need to tell my father.”

“Given where they are, they’re too far from even Harper’s camp to come across them, barely anyone’s there and they’re really fuckin slow in the forest. We have time. Let’s go to your private spot just for a little while. We can radio the groups from there.” He offered. “Let me look after you, Tiri.”

Neytiri stared at him for a moment in the quiet debate, her expression torn a little but after a moment, her shoulders relaxed and nodded. “Okay.”

Quaritch sighed thoughtfully as he looked through the latest reports on his desk. Having spent the last hour signing off each one now to fully process the arrest report. The shit ton of former SecOps crew from the other base he had ankle-tagged into a portion of the MineOps facility and put to work in the mines until the new ship of cargo and passengers was available and new space to send them back. There was little space to actually lock them up so he had to put them somewhere and be of use. Selfridge wasn’t the one to waste the manpower until then but Quaritch made sure to keep security tight on the prisoners.

Each one had been stripped of rank, their pay cut to prisoner’s pay (to avoid the argument of forced or slave labour), dressed in orange to stand out as a working prisoner and a side room was converted into a large area dedicated to their shared sleeping quarters since they had little rights to private quarters that fully working members of staff had. It kept them together, which had its own concerns but, it meant they had little ways of privately talking to plan mutiny or escape.

This soon led him to discover hidden talent in Corporal Henrik’s. The soldier had easily dismantled a few attempts a few prisoners had about trying to gang up and had managed to outfight an entire group without even a bruise was something. Even after that, she was surprisingly…very good at keeping them all in line so he assigned her the night shift with the prisoner group with Z-dog and a few others.

He was very impressed at this unexpected turn of events.

In all honestly, Angela Henrick had been known to be very cocky, arrogant and very little care for animal life on Pandora. He knew she had personally killed a few animals and sent a trophy photo back to Earth a few years ago which really picked up some interest.

He had initially thought she was very shallow and his opinion had not changed on that… but she had clearly been hiding a level of skill to look lesser. He wasn’t fond of that play with him and his crew. His teams. He liked knowing where to put people based on their abilities to maximize efficiency. The fact he knew she was fucking Trina Shen was a big enough clue that she liked her secrets.

So he intended to capitalise on her presence. Her sexual relationship seemed to keep Shen occupied and on task when she was at the mech bay updating their tech or at the computers with the software development. With the Soldier’s keen senses and surprising ability to keep twenty-seven former soldiers in order every night, he wondered what else she was capable of.

If she was good enough and if her attitude was worked on, she could be put onto his team. He was still two members down since Mansk and Walker were at Frontier West for now. He just needed to make sure her talent wasn’t underestimated or overestimated so, he planned to subtly put her through some tests on the matter.

A matter for later.

Quaritch was glad to put the last report down and shove it in a draw.

With that problem more or less resolved at this base, he didn’t have to worry. Aside from Harding who had recently had her surgery for her synthetic voice box installation completed. Selfridge had overridden him on the matter since there was little evidence of that the other prisoners had at the other base and he was a little peeved that she was in Hell’s Gate for the recovery.

Still, he couldn’t do much about that but sulk but he was sure he could get his fellow Colonel back to Frontier West to be someone else’s problem…or maybe at a smaller site. The Mines? Her new voice would certainly go far.

His inbox was still blinking away, but he couldn’t see anything labelled as important or urgent so he got up. There was a lot he typically did when not dealing with bullshit admin stuff that did require his attention as Head of Security. Patrols, checking in with his team on their patrols and other heads, making sure the current headcount of people was still accounted for, the typical Head of security stuff. When that was sorted, or if he needed to vent his frustrations, then he worked himself in his gym.

He was just stepping out of the elevator when a sudden redhead appeared in front of him.

“Fuck!” He hissed stepping back and barely restraining the reflex to punch her in the face as he startled, taking a second to register who it was. “Why… are you redheads coming out of nowhere? You’re just as bad as Augustine!” he said, quickly composing himself.

“Apologise, Colonel. Dr Augustine wanted to keep you on your toes in her absence.” Captain Hale smiled but didn’t look too amused which he was thankful for at the very least. “I need a favor.”

Quaritch grunted nodding her with him towards the gym. “What sort of favor?”

“Business. Obviously. The MineOps has issued several complaints and no action has been taken. Selfridge himself hasn’t done squat and I’m afraid the men will start a strike. Again.”

Quaritch’s head tilted as his mind absorbed that information and what that meant. He could read between the lines here and what that could mean. “You mean more will defect?”

“Possible, but I’d rather get ahead before they consider it over stopping work. More soldiers will only upset my men. Your position as Selfridge’s right-hand man and head of security can do more to prove to my miners that they’re not gonna wind up dead if you help me.” Captain Hale spoke.

He let out a heavy sigh as he began to select the weights to add to his barbell. She wasn’t wrong, he was head of security but even he had some limits. MineOps was her domain and he could provide the soldiers needed to keep people in. The Mine was very out in the open; easy enough that one group had bailed and while he had patched that hole up, he knew the risks of another was great.

“I know this puts you in an awkward spot but there’s a lot of stories going around. I can’t quash them and it…makes my men nervous. Raina Kung’s death has recirculated and the soldiers are cautious about the security of the mine.” Hale continued. She reached for one of the larger weights before he could and took it from the shelf.

“Stories?” Quaritch looked at her with a frown, eyeing the weight plate. “What sort of stories? What of Kung’s death that’s got them spooked?”

Hale’s head tilted a fraction curiously. “You…don’t know how Raina Kung died?”

“It was years ago. I was in Medbay at the time. I read the report it was an accident on a patrol along the mine’s watch tower.” The scars along his right bicep had been deep from a tangle with a viperwolf and he had been sleeping off a fever and on heavy antibiotics at the time. It was an open and closed case.

Hale’s eyes narrowed. “The towers hadn’t been safety checked in a while so things that should have been checked every three months hadn’t been checked in over a year. Raina Kung died when a safety support rails came loose from the top of the watchtower. She leant on it, fell forwards and… her head got caught in the barbed wire from the fence underneath and she was…effectively hung. Wanna guess who found her?”

Quaritch groaned a little. “Major Kung…” which explained a lot more now of the woman’s shredded loyalty to the RDA. Before his son’s birth… he perhaps wouldn’t have been able to see it but now, he had had a baby, even if he wasn’t involved; to come across his body in such a gut-wrenching fashion…it was enough unease that made him feel a little sick. He was just a baby. Bright and drooling, yellow curls and always gnawing on something on the times he had seen him. His child. He couldn’t imagine him… dying.

“She would have survived the fall, a bit with broken bones if the barbed wire hadn’t been there. Lesser gravity. But, there’s more.”

“More?” He dreaded to think a little about what that meant.

“Raina Kung was…nineteen at the time of her death. She was not twenty-one.”

Quaritch took a heavy breath. “Why…is that important?”

“Because Bree Kung is still sixteen years old, Colonel. The age they got here. They’re twins.” Hale said, “Her true age has been leaked; someone found out by looking at their bones. Many soldiers and miners have kids; kids that are her age now. They empathise more with Major Kung more now and… I’m sure you can imagine how they’re feeling towards the RDA and their lack of safety procedures. No action leads to unrest. I need help. Help that doesn’t lead to defection.” She flipped the 20 kg weight plate in her fingers very casually, like it wasn’t made of cast iron.

Quaritch nodded once. “I’ll look into it.” He was gonna be bothered continuously as well, by both Hale no doubt and his work ethic.

“Good. I’ll check in with you later. Now, if you want Selfridge to act, get Raina Kung’s autopsy report and maintenance schedules for the watch tower. He can’t lie past that evidence of negligence.” Hale suggested, then yes the disk in her hands. “Here, catch.”

She tossed the weight to him as she twirled out but he grunted as he caught it straight to the sternum, knocking the wind from him in the process.

Parker liked to think he was having an OK sort of day. No word from Augustine about any run-ins with the natives and he knew—or hoped—sooner or later the blue monkeys would get curious to get in touch or that Augustine would do more and wander in and get noticed. With the new guy, he should really help her case to interest the Na’vi. Sooner that connection could be made, sooner he could have her work the natives out of that tree and sooner they could really set to work on getting the new mine open.

He was still getting some resistance from Captain Hale about MineOps’s daily quota not being reached and some survey data about the river being a problem but the way he saw it; they could easily get the river sorted by setting up a basic damn and redirecting the river away. Again, he could only get that started when the tree was empty.

But he knew those problems would be solved sooner or later.

He was content that his inbox looked well-tended to by his assistance in handling some of the lesser important data. Complaints went to them to handle unless they marked it necessary for his eyes and the news they had sent weren’t that urgent so he let them rot in his inbox for now.

Allowing him the time to play with his putter and watch in satisfaction as his ball made its way to his mug.

“Selfrge, a word.” The skinny man spun around to see Quaritch stroll in, his head high, jaw tense and looking mildly inconvenienced. A folder and a stack of papers were in the man’s arms.

“More defectors?” Parker asked, abandoning his putter to the side of the nearest desk and ignoring the annoyed titter from the desk’s attendant. He had better things to worry about.

“Not yet.”

“Then…why are you here?” Parker frowned, closing the door after him and adjusted the privacy settings of his office. “Something happened?”

“Something like that.” From the pile in his arms, he pulled out the folder and dumped it onto his desk. A Medical Report.

Parker frowned cautiously, using the end of a pen to push the folder page open before he squeaked at the sight.

A dead soldier’s face upon a gurney; her neck torn bloody with barbed wire sticking out from her flesh and her eyes clouded over white with death. Blood coated the woman’s lips and the tilt of her head was…off. Like her neck was broken. His stomach churned, dropping the lid back over and barely refrained from gagging.

“What. The. Hell!” he demanded angrily at it.

Quaritch’s face was intense as he suddenly leaned across his desk. “You’re really, really making my jobs difficult, Parker. Cutting back expenses that are necessary for the safety and well-being of our people. You keep undermining me with this bullshit because it’s getting really hard to get people to stay when all they see is this!” he thumped a hand to the file on the desk. “Our home is meant to be as safe as we can possibly make it. I am meant to keep them safe. I cannot do that if you keep cutting back corners and getting people killed. Infrastructure needs check-ups. Like the watch towers, like our fences and like our mines.” He dumped down the other pieces of paper heavily onto his desk. “I can’t keep losing my soldiers to your cut corners. So, I will be blunt when I say this; Authorise safety procedures back with MineOps, Parker. People notice the bodies that are piling up and nothing being done.” He pulled back the autopsy cover purposely. “People might actually think the jungle is safer than our home so stop making it easier to justify their reasons for defecting. Rumours are spreading so get your ass in gear.”

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