Adam turned heads as he walked through the station. Glowing, grungy neon lights lit him up from either side though the forest of bodies parted before him like a sea. Everyone here looked more than a little unnerved at his presence, and hurriedly scampered away into the dark allies upon the station.

It wasn't a big place, A trading hub not so far from the metallic belt, so many of these people probably weren't here for illegal reasons, but based on his time getting to know the criminal underbelly of the universe, he also knew the station's real reputation. And he knew the man he was looking for was likely to be here.

He would have disguised himself as Kell, but thought better of it. He wanted to keep that disguise in his arsenal if he ever had to go undercover again, and this wasn't a moment he needed to be undercover.

Behind him Sunny walked at his shoulder, holding her pearlescent spear in one hand.

She really made an impression on people these days, and he found it more than useful to have a saint on his side.

He walked down the hallway through a set of doors and then into a wide cargo bay. Someone was playing rap music somewhere, and he could hear it echoing off the rough metal. Graffiti tagged the walls on almost every surface, including the floor, and the rattle of metal on metal drowned out whatever lyrics there might have been. He stepped further into the room as out of place as he had ever been.

Adam had never been involved in criminal affairs. Beside his brief stint as Kell and his accidental time in the Turma Prison, he had been a straight arrow all his life. He had never done drugs, never stolen anything, never been arrested. And it certainly didn't help that he had to run here from an appointment with Admiral kelly, and so was still wearing his UNSC uniform, which was pristinely pressed, light grey and caused him to stand out like a drop of white paint against a black background.

The music crew louder as he stepped inside.

The room was full of shuttles, or some of them were shuttles and others were more accurately jets. Some of them were old, held together by paint and duct tape, while others glowed sleek with outlandish new paint jobs that included skulls and flames and chains. A group of men and women sat off to one side. The women wore very little, just string bikini tops and cut off jean shorts. One of the women, with long dark hair tied back in a ponytail was wearing jeans and a spoked leather jacket.

A lot of the men wore baggy pants tank tops, with lines of tattoos crawling up their arms and necks.

Similar looking people loitered around the ships tinkering with the engines and polishing surfaces already too shiny to need polishing.

The woman was the first to see him, sitting up straight with the rattle of leather and spikes, "You don't have any business here, Get out."

That caused the others to turn and look, and the group of people bristled like an angry dog, forming into a tight group shoulders wide, arms out chests puffed up.

Adam stopped a few feet away.

"I want to speak with the man called Donovan Red."

"Ol Donni ain't here." One of the men said, spitting onto the floor, "New git!"

"I know he's here. His ship is parked in the hanger on deck E."

A couple more men had wandered up to join, and he spotted the tell tale sign of weapons shoved hastily into their pants.

He held his hands out to the sides, "Listen, I just want to talk."

"Then come back with a warrant, pig." ONe of them snapped. The guy was an ugly looking thug with a completely shaved head and bare chest. He had a pot belly from drinking, but he still had one of the girls hanging off his arm shying behind him from for protection.:

He sighed, "I'm not here to talk with him about any of his activities as legal or illegal as they may be. I'm not interested in what he does or who he does it with. I am here to ask him a favor."

There was a shift about the room, and the woman from before stood up resting a hand on her hip, "The golden boy of the UNSC wants a favor from old Donni." She barked a laugh and the men and women behind her laughed too.

""In your dreams, boy."

The group turned laughing and he felt his insides churn a bit with rage. He went to take a step forward but took a deep breath and stopped, "He will want to reconsider." they ignored him, "If he does me a favor that means I owe him, Think about that, one of the most powerful men in the GA or the UNSC and I will owe him a favor." he raised his voice, "Your boss would have to be pretty stupid to avoid an offer like that."

There was a pause around the room, and then Adam felt something cold press up against his temple, "And you have to be pretty stupid to call him stupid."

Adam turned his head just slightly feeling the barrel of the gun pressed below his ear.

As he moved the gun moved. Sunny hadn't bothered to deal with the guy, and he knew why almost immediately.

WIth one lightning fast move he reached up and slapped the gun out of the man's sloppy grip. It clattered to the floor and went spinning away under one of the shuttles. Adam then stepped back and elbowed the man in the face. The man staggered back and Adam finished him off with a kick to the sternum that sent him flying back into a barrel, which tipped over with an echoing thud and rolled slowly away.

He turned back to the others who were hastily reaching for their weapons, "The next person who points a gun at me is getting a spear through the throat." Sunny stepped forward with a hungry look on her face.

The group paused, "You're UNSC, you can't do that."

HE crossed his arms, "I won't be doing anything, but I can't guarantee that my partner here won't."

There was a pause in the room as everyone nervously looked between each other.

"Why don't we all just calm down." The voice echoed in from the back, and the entire group turned to see a man walk up through the isel.

Donovan Red was shorter than Adam had expected, but still fit. He wore a tight black T shirt that bulged around his biceps, and when he walked he walked with the confidence of a man not used to being out of control.

The man walked right up to him, unperturbed by their height difference slowly looking him up and then down.

"You shouldn't have come here, Cinderella."

Adam raised an eyebrow, "Cinderella/"

The man shrugged, "Yeah, you got that vibe, all dressed up like a princess." He nodded to Sunny, "And hanging out with woodland creatures."

Sunny did not look amused,

"Actually that would be snow white, or sleeping beauty, as I recall Cinderella only talked to mice."

The man snorted, "My apologies for now knowing my princesses better, Cinder-ellla."

Adam didn't respond, didn't back up. Instead he inched forward so he was towering over the man, "Look I'm not here to bother you or your men-"

"Too late for that don't you think, princess."

The men and women behind him laughed.

Adam sighed, "If you will let me finish. I assume that you got off your ass and came over here because you heard what I was saying to your cronies?"

Adam stood his ground as the entire group inched in. It was partly out of show, and partly because he knew sunny and him together could take this crowd easy.

Red looked up at him with his head tilted to one side, "Tell you what."

He stepped back and turned to look at his men, "I'll talk to you about your little favor, but-" He held up a finger, "Only if you prove yourself worthy of my time."

Adam sighed. This was going to be good.

"And how, exactly do I do that."

"Simple," The man said with a smirk, "You just have to win a little race."

***

Eris looked up at the pictures on the wall. There were a lot of them to choose from, and she spent some time wandering around the living room looking up at all the images. She knew these people, or at least it felt like she did.. Through Adam's memories she knew Martha: intelligent and protective, Jim: strong and loyal, Maya: sweet and adventurous, Jeremy: friendly and changeable, Davide: perfect and charming, Thomas: a general hot mess, but someone who cared deeply about things.

She remembered all of them, but at the same time that felt like invading their privacy.

They didn't know her, so it wasn't fair of her to claim to know them.

She sensed someone behind her and turned to find Martha looking up at the pictures with her. She pointed up at one and Eris followed, "that was last christmas together before Adam went to space." She sighed and shook her head, "A lot has changed since then."

Jim followed behind and held out a cup, "Can you eat human food? Sorry if you can't I just assumed."

She took the cup, "No its ok, myst of my insides are human."
She had taken off her hoodie and now let it rest on the back of Martha's rocking chair.

Jim went to stand next to his wife and looked Eris over with his head slightly tilted.

Eris hid behind her long dark hair, hair that reached past her butt. She wore it long, not only to hid behind, but because she thought it might help to cover the starborn ribbons which trailed from her back.

"You know what Martha, she looks a lot like Maya doesn't she."

Martha turned to look and Eris shuffled her feet, "You know what, I didn't see it before but she does. She elbowed him, definitely has the Vir family nose."

He grunted, "Be glad she got the nose and not the ears."

Martha motioned her to take a seat, "Why don't you sit down and tel lus what brings you all across the galaxy."

Eris sat shyly on the edge of her seat nervously running her hands through her hair.

"Well..... um , nothing really it's jus that. I had been taking care of the other hybrids and.... And well I kind of got burnt out and couldn't do it anymore, so I.... wanted to start living for myself you know?"

The two humans nodded sagely

"But I didn't know where to start. So I thought I would get to know my roots a bit better. I am half human..... Well DNA says a little bit more than half human, so I thought I might start with you. Iwanted ;to see Adam, but he seems to be gone, and I can't reach him."

Martha nodded, "It has been harder and harder lately especially after."

Eris's eyes widened as she read the thoughts forming in the woman's mind, "Someone is trying to kill him!"

The two paused, but then got back into stride without so much as a look between each other. Eris kicked herself. People always hated being around her when they knew she could read minds.

Here she was driving people away again.

"Yes.... someone has attempted to kill him in the past. We aren't sure if it will happen again, but we dor worry about him."

Eris felt her insides go cold, she could feel it through the mental link to his parents, and she could feel it inside herself as well.

Adam Vir couldn't die, not before she got to know him better, and certainly not if it was going to hurt his parents, who were some f the nicest people she had ever met.

She had to do something.