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      Botech Medical: Putting the Farm back in Pharmaceutical


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      Erai System, The Erai Belt, Botech Botanical Farm


      The Serenities Bloom brochure described the housing complex as a simple sleepy village, language that Sanfis Feldor found mildly irritating. It stunk of the sort of poetic debauchery that had led to the fall of great civilizations and their literature - a challenge to the old ways that he was having none of. A building could not be sleepy, regardless of the frequent assertions to the otherwise in popular writing. Yet, as he looked around at the slate grey upon slate grey, it was clear that he probably owed the Botech Botanical Laboratory an apology. The entire block was old Republic-era duracrete and bathed in a single shade of gloom. The walls were grey, the floor was grey; even the ceilings were grey. Support struts throughout the complex were a faded maroon, as were the doors, but Sanfis presumed this was more to mark them for when the complex was disassembled for transportation. By the fresh look of the bolts and stabilisers, that had not been long previous. Several of the floor plates seemed to be fresh and at least one of the transparasteel ceiling-tiles was brand new, but it was hard to tell with the oxygen scrubbers working overtime. The air was laced with the musky taint of machinery, denoting the quality of the scrubbers and generating a hazy mist that permeated the air like a sticky brown fog: The complex was, by all accounts, indeed both simple and sleepy. It was as if the farm had been built, turned on, and left to harvest. Only one problem presented itself like a giant Dewback no one wanted to talk about: Where were the farmers?

      Sanfis held the data pad up until the image of the Medcrop field lay side by side with its colourful companion in the brochure. They could not possibly have been less alike. On one hand, the brochure presented a clean and fresh looking visage of country life: Happy workers milled about a neat row of green crop, harvesting where they saw need and all dressed in pleasantly quaint looking farming attire. Above them, a sun beamed down upon a well-managed crop, flanked either side by crystal-clear watering trams that fed the plants with the same serenity as one might expect from a babbling brook. In reality, the shrubs had practically taken over the complex; spilling out into their gullies and water lines with a tangle of rough looking foliage. Upon closer inspection, Sanfis thought he could see what looked like sharp barbs protruding at uneven intervals from the tangle of vines and emerald leaves. The tresses bellow them carried not clean looking water, but a slow trail of murky brown sludge; toxic to look at and even more so to smell. By all accounts however, the plants were thriving, some having even reached the ceiling of the complex twenty meters above and spreading out over the transparent casing as if they owned it. No sun beat down upon the field, but any farmer could look up into the distant awe of space and collection of asteroids that made up the Erai Belt. The higher Sanfis looked, the more hazy the air seemed to get, all held under a domed roof like a tiny village inside a snowglobe.

      The datapad chirped suddenly, bringing Sanfis’ gaze down from the smog-covered ceiling and back to reality. A soft buzzing emanated from the machine before it began making a series of soft clicks, each accompanied by a new line of text. Apparently satisfied, Sanfis balanced the heavy reader against one knee as he unplugged the trailing adapter attached to its underside.

      “The Sampler says we’re good.” Sanfis called over his shoulder. “The air is most definitely toxic, but it won’t kill us.” The scrolling text seemed to offer some disagreement, as it added at least three further chemicals to the present list it had displayed “At least not immediately. I mean, we might have an hour before we probably should stop breathing?” The more Sanfis read of the Samplers report, the more he felt acutely aware of how heavy his lungs were feeling. The air was thick and murky and made every breath feel like it were being taken with effort. The oxygen reading was dangerously high, as were the growth chemicals being used by the farmers. Alternatively, not being used by farmers – he corrected himself. Since landing and forcing the docking bay they had not encountered a single person. “Nor their remains” Sanfis murmured, completing the thought.

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      Slowly moving about the buildings and seeing the crops having overgrown with large bushes and wildflowers, the whole scene smacked of something in Shyahwyn's own history. An event that her father had to recount to the stolen daughter by a crafty and calculating dark side witch. Someone schooled in treachery to this degree and the chemical background to create something this deadly. But, as emerald eyes took in their surroundings she wondered now if the Pachmari would go to these lengths, or had one of their surviving number been hired to end this community for some other nefarious reason? The eerie feeling that the whole area gave off made her skin crawl. Boots sifted through earth in the narrow avenue that separated the many buildings of simple construction and color. No imagination in decoration, she mused.

      Turning to her fellow dark jedi as he talked about the results from the sensor. She grinned wryly knowing that prolonged exposure to the air here might end up killing them, or at best, incapacitating before they were starved for oxygen. Not the end that she had envisioned for herself. "Told you the rebreathers would be needed," she smiled, patting the breath mask on her shapely hip.

      Turning her attention back to the town and then out across the sown crops that were never reaped and her blood grew cold. "You know, my parents suffered a same fate when Maelona came to get me not long after I was born," she glanced to him again and grinned. "I know this is on a much larger scale and thankfully, she didn't kill my family," she added and returned her gaze out across the blighted land. "But, the end result was nearly the same." Her lips pursed in disgust and confusion. "Why go to these lengths? Unless it was for insurance money. Maybe they're covering up something else that we haven't found yet," she suggested, knowing they were going to have to dig deeper to discover the mystery.




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      Sanfis grimaced at her remarks, consulting the readout one more time before flicking the screen back to data gathering and putting it from his mind. They would in all likely have to take a mild anti-toxi following this expedition – a treatment that nine times out of ten made him exceptionally nauseous. Better to suffer through a little side effect than whatever chemical might already be burning his lungs, however. Sanfis would make a concerted effort to wrap this investigation up as soon as possible, which meant finding the underlying cause. In addition, the longer they stayed, the more opportunities she would have to gloat about being correct regarding the rebreathers. The fact he had opted not to take one of the ships portable filters now played heavily on his mind.

      “Why insurance, though?”
      He queried over his shoulder, gesturing up once again towards the hulking mass of vine and leaf that was the crop. “If anything this plant has been an outstanding success: Just look at how tall that is! This field must be worth a fortune.” Sanfis knew very little about botany, but from all observable angles, the crop seemed to be doing very well. The leaves were green; the bushes seemed to be crawling with leafy bulbs that bent against their growth pattern with the simple weight that such size produced, and the more vine covered segments appeared to be forming themselves into support struts to maintain further growth. Assuming it was the herbal leaf that would be harvested; this farm had made a breakthrough in botanical engineering.

      “So the air isn’t entirely toxic, but could be…” Sanfis began, pivoting on the spot and fixing her with a tight-lipped expression, his temple creased in thought. “Meaning the farmers either died due to the air, were killed, or left the farm long enough for it to turn into this.” Sanfis swept his eyes about the field, as if looking for some sign of life, but found nothing. He turned next to the habitation block, scanning the vacant looking buildings and moss-covered entryways and ramparts. “The warehouse.” Sanfis stated, as if having suddenly had an idea and begun walking in the opposite direction. “There are no bodies!” He called behind him “Warehouses often have separate climate controls due to storage needs. We may yet find answers, or survivors.”

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      His clarification was met with surprise as she glanced out across the fields again. "You're saying, this is what they were intending on growing? Okay, that paints a different picture then," she grinned and turned her attention back to him once more. "My mind was going on a totally different route." Suggesting that the warehouse may offer some more answers, she removed the rebreather and put it on, though less attractive, at least she wouldn't suffer any effects from the toxic air, though the more she thought about it, sampling any possible chemicals may be helpful in the future, if not here.

      "You should also think about stopping by the ship and getting one of these," she suggested. "Any exposure to this for too long, you may develop complications later. It's possible that the farmers were alien and could handle this air." Her mind drifted through several races that may feel right at home in this atmosphere.

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      Her comments caught him off-guard, his pace slipping into a more cautious tread as he took in the full extent of her words. Sanfis had not even begun to consider that the workers might have been alien. His universe was so human centric – and rightfully so – but the more he thought of it the more it made sense. These farmers would have been at the bottom of the food chain, potentially desperate enough for work that they were willing to be shipped out to an asteroid based complex for potentially months at a time. Certainly, there would be professional farmers amongst them; spacers for whom there was no other life and whose families were no doubt used to being moved from port to port. Aliens on the other hand were often at the bottom of the rung, especially in such human dominated space. If the air was natural, then the plant growing in the field must be natural, too. After all, by all observable accounts it was thriving in this environment, leading Sanfis to believe the chemical laced air was intended for its growth. He made a mental note to check as soon as they found a terminal.

      Even with the floating debris of hulking asteroids behind it, the warehouse building held its own in sheer volume of mass. It was a complex of durasteel plates and green-tinged carbon that stretched along an entire quarter of the dome and seemed fixed into its curvature with some permanence. Sanfis approached via a human sized side-door, recognising that the rectangular blast shutters were not opening for anyone from this side. He was already reaching for his lightsabre hilt, entirely expecting to have to cut the door, but an experimental test of the entry-switch brought the entryway swinging open with a soft hiss of escaping air. No security – suspicious. A few tread-ways and decontamination corridors later and Sanfis had found a terminal. It did not even ask for an ID and processed his request immediately. The farm monitor screen flashed up reports and growth statistics to two other screens nearby, routing power to previously sleeping subsystems that lit up with an eerie orange glow.

      “It’s natural.” He stated at last, flicking through the readings and transitioning to the warehouse control screen. “That is the plant they are harvesting, or at least the computer seems to think so.” The screen changed twice, responding to his commands without question. Sanfis deftly sampled a few of the monitored pages before punching a command code into the keypad beside him. Somewhere from within the complex a crunching sound emanated, as if a giant lock had suddenly unfastened. “The warehouse proper is down that way,” Sanfis said, extending a hand to the corridor opposite his station “Do you want to check it out for survivors, or shall I? Either way one of us needs to view the security logs and find out what's really going on.”

      She had superiority here, it would be her choice; a fact Sanfis was doing his best to show some acceptance of no matter how much it went against his gut.

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      Assuming that the air was as toxic for humans in here as it was outside, Shyahwyn refrained from removing the rebreather as they moved through the large warehouse. Noting the doors and other obstacles in their way, she then moved behind Sanfis into the intersection and pondered the options they had before them. "If there was some nefarious reasons for this place and it's choice in crop, the farmers may still have been used and then exterminated. Droids can still do what they've done here," she mentioned, having seen agricultural droids in the past. "I would need to sample the plants out there to find out for sure, but," she glanced down the long hallway toward the possible housing area and then toward a possible control room and office complex.

      "I can access the logs and try and get some more information," the dark jedi suggested. "Meet me there when you're done." Nodding to him, she moved to part ways, "Just be careful and warn me if you need help."

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