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Her house, her place of business, was complete. The only real necessity Mei-Xing had left was to place the enchantments around it. She even had a good bit of furniture in. Of course, it was mainly done by herself and the elementals she'd summoned, she'd have to get favors from that Harris boy, and any artisans on the crew, if she wanted anything fancy. It wouldn't be that hard.
Still, there's one thing Mei-Xing really wants. A computer that isn't linked to the rest of the ship. She has her commlink in her head, but she doesn't feel like logging everything she might do in the future to the data storage. Some things just aren't safe to have on-hand, and a data storage device with no wireless capability will be more secure.
So, once again, she heads out into the City. Sticking to the ruined, uninhabited parts isn't what she'd like to do, but having another confrontation over 'property' isn't what she really wants.
It takes several hours, but she eventually finds a ruined building in the wreckage. She'd pass it over, as it doesn't seem to hold much promise, if it weren't for a familiar logo on a plaque in front of the building. Doc Wagon. The mercenary medic company. She had a contract with them, a very expensive one. Luckily, she could afford it. Being a shadowrunner had benefits.
She ducks through a broken window, mentally cursing whoever had done so much damage to a place rich with technology and medical supplies. The upper floors are completely destroyed, but there's a massive hole in the floor, torn open by the stresses of battle. Mei-Xing slips into the hole, wishing that getting into the highly protected lower levels of most corporations had been this easy. Most of what she saw was useless, ruined by a lack of maintenance, power, or simple destruction. There are some supplies, and she makes a mental note, mapping out the area with her PAN. After another hour or so, she stops dead. There's a locked door, but putting her hand against it... There's a hum. Mei-Xing presses her ear against the door and nods. Definitely some kind of hum. There's power in there. But with the door locked...
"I guess there's no helping it." She places her hand against the door, channels power through it, and the metal around her hand cracks before shattering like glass. She steps into the cold room, breathing in the processed air. A thick layer of dust coats everything, and she has to work up another spell to rid the area of dust and any contaminants. What she sees when she's opened up, Mei-Xing can't help but gape.
In the room are several tanks. Many of them have cracked surfaces, exposing the insides to the surface air. The only reason there's no stench in the air is because Mei-Xing's spell had blown it away, but the skeletons and partially-decomposed bodies inside the tanks are still no better for it. However, in the center of the whole mess, is a long-haired Chinese elf, floating serenely. Mei-Xing stares up at her, marvelling. It's her. Her clone, rather. A wicked smile spreads across her face as she presses her hands and nose to the glass. "My, my. You've grown since the last time I saw you. Thank the heavens we're immortal, eh? You'd be useless if you'd died of old age on me."
She hadn't planned on spending a while there. But she couldn't resist staying away for too long. Now that she knew it was there, others could get there. And the area wasn't exactly the best for spirits, it was right near a mana warp, formed by the negative emotions associated with that part of the city. If she tried to summon a watcher spirit, there was a risk of it becoming corrupt, a toxic spirit.
So she scrounged when she could, trying to set up some kind of electronic security system, but she had no clue how to make those things. In the end, it came down to her heading into the destroyed section of the city, stopping every now and then to make sure she wasn't being followed from the shadows, and checking on her clone every once in a while. Like she was doing now.
Still, there's one thing Mei-Xing really wants. A computer that isn't linked to the rest of the ship. She has her commlink in her head, but she doesn't feel like logging everything she might do in the future to the data storage. Some things just aren't safe to have on-hand, and a data storage device with no wireless capability will be more secure.
So, once again, she heads out into the City. Sticking to the ruined, uninhabited parts isn't what she'd like to do, but having another confrontation over 'property' isn't what she really wants.
It takes several hours, but she eventually finds a ruined building in the wreckage. She'd pass it over, as it doesn't seem to hold much promise, if it weren't for a familiar logo on a plaque in front of the building. Doc Wagon. The mercenary medic company. She had a contract with them, a very expensive one. Luckily, she could afford it. Being a shadowrunner had benefits.
She ducks through a broken window, mentally cursing whoever had done so much damage to a place rich with technology and medical supplies. The upper floors are completely destroyed, but there's a massive hole in the floor, torn open by the stresses of battle. Mei-Xing slips into the hole, wishing that getting into the highly protected lower levels of most corporations had been this easy. Most of what she saw was useless, ruined by a lack of maintenance, power, or simple destruction. There are some supplies, and she makes a mental note, mapping out the area with her PAN. After another hour or so, she stops dead. There's a locked door, but putting her hand against it... There's a hum. Mei-Xing presses her ear against the door and nods. Definitely some kind of hum. There's power in there. But with the door locked...
"I guess there's no helping it." She places her hand against the door, channels power through it, and the metal around her hand cracks before shattering like glass. She steps into the cold room, breathing in the processed air. A thick layer of dust coats everything, and she has to work up another spell to rid the area of dust and any contaminants. What she sees when she's opened up, Mei-Xing can't help but gape.
In the room are several tanks. Many of them have cracked surfaces, exposing the insides to the surface air. The only reason there's no stench in the air is because Mei-Xing's spell had blown it away, but the skeletons and partially-decomposed bodies inside the tanks are still no better for it. However, in the center of the whole mess, is a long-haired Chinese elf, floating serenely. Mei-Xing stares up at her, marvelling. It's her. Her clone, rather. A wicked smile spreads across her face as she presses her hands and nose to the glass. "My, my. You've grown since the last time I saw you. Thank the heavens we're immortal, eh? You'd be useless if you'd died of old age on me."
She hadn't planned on spending a while there. But she couldn't resist staying away for too long. Now that she knew it was there, others could get there. And the area wasn't exactly the best for spirits, it was right near a mana warp, formed by the negative emotions associated with that part of the city. If she tried to summon a watcher spirit, there was a risk of it becoming corrupt, a toxic spirit.
So she scrounged when she could, trying to set up some kind of electronic security system, but she had no clue how to make those things. In the end, it came down to her heading into the destroyed section of the city, stopping every now and then to make sure she wasn't being followed from the shadows, and checking on her clone every once in a while. Like she was doing now.