It was supposed to have been a straightforward job.

After all, the job listing made it sound pretty straightforward. A little facility on a no-name system near the edge of the Outer Rim systems. Access codes had already been procured and would be provided. A pretty simple snatch and go affair, be on your way and cashing in on a big fistful of credits before the day was out. But, hey, when you're taking jobs from the equivalent of a "dark web" hub for smugglers and mercenaries and other such miscreants, it isn't like you can file an official complaint when the little facility turns out to be a heavily guarded research lab working on outlaw synth tech, financed by someone who would very much prefer none of it goes public.

Poor Ruk didn't even know what he was getting in to, and will probably have words with Shereth when they get out of this mess ...

Ruk and Shereth belong to me

Art by  Speccychicken