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<title>The Oxygen Barons</title>
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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/gregory-feeley/the_oxygen_barons.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/gregory-feeley/the_oxygen_barons_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="The Oxygen Barons" alt ="The Oxygen Barons"/></a><br//><div><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font2">When a series of thumps below announced the contact's entry into the airlock, Galvanix swung his seat around and stood uneasily. Proximity to violence made him deeply uneasy, and the contact almost certainly had a violent past.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font2"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font2">The airlock hatch puffed open. A heavily suited figure, wearing armor scalloped like a carapace, stepped through and stood regarding them. As it raised arms to remove the helmet, Galvanix and Danziger saw with shock that the figure appeared female.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font2"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font2">A face black as oil appeared beneath the helmet, earplug wires trailing through cropped woolly hair. The woman looked back at them in impassive appraisal.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font2"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font2">Danziger spoke first. “</span><span class="font2">You're</span><span class="font2"> ‘City Boy'?” he asked incredulously.</span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font2"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span class="font2">The woman produced a metal disk and slapped it against the bulkhead, where it stuck. "This is armed, and will detonate if I don't send it frequent signals. I am here to complete a mission, and shall not be stopped by anything as small as a person. Turn and face your consoles, </span><span class="font2">now."</span></p></div>]]></description>
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