Regina:  The capital of the Regina subsector and seat of the Duchy of Regina, this is one of the most important worlds in the Spinward Marches. It is a bulwark against Zhodani aggression and the largest trade hub in the sector. Vessels travelling along the Spinward Main from the Core worlds often offload their cargoes at Regina, leaving smaller local traders to carry the goods on to the lesser systems. Regina Highport sees more traffic in a day than some lesser systems see in a decade.

Technically, Regina is a moon, not a planet; it orbits the gas giant Assiniboia, which itself orbits the locus of the primary star Lusor and its companion star Speck. There is a third star in the system, a red dwarf on a long eccentric orbit.

Regina Highport:  This Class A starport is one of the largest ports in the entire sector. Over 80% of the cargo that passes through Regina is destined for other worlds in the sector, so most of the port is given over to cargo handling and warehousing. The port itself is located in geostationary orbit over Regina Downport and Startown, which is located halfway between the cities of Credo and Atora.

General Shipyards, a subsidiary of General Products, maintains major shipyards at Efate, Pixie and Regina, and is an important employer in the region.  It is the planetside site at Regina that our adventurers find themselves with their ship, making necessary repairs.  For six weeks, the crew of the Katarina have been holed up in the shipyard.  The ship has repairs being made to the missile compartment and the sensor arrays.
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1123-318 Stigurd's Diner just outside the General Shipyard's main gates at O dark thirty before Luxor's rise. The diner is well lit in a yellow glow, but the purplish blue glow of the gas giant Assinaboia's sunny side cast a strange light to everything beyond the diner's glassteel windows. There are a few high clouds, enough to threaten another day of gloomy rain, thinks Fatboy, sipping on a hot mug of darselbark tea. The tea is sweeter than he preferred, but the stimulant is what he craves this morning. It will be a long work day and wants to get started before the protesters arrive. On his second cup, he idly wonders where the others are while glancing at a vid behind the server's counter.

>>>>> --unclear why a large portion of the 213th imperial fleet headquartered at the Efate Naval base has arrived to our system. [Vid shows a dozen imperial ships arriving to Highport docking transit lanes then switches to military personnel exiting several different airlocks]  Some speculate political motiva-- <<<<<

Fatboy's attention is drawn to the diner's doors.
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A thirty-ish man in coveralls and wearing a hard hat with a large "X" taped on it enters through the doors and stands near one of the diner's conveniency hot beverage machines. It is too early for the server to be here. He gives Fatboi a scathing, disappointed look filled with derision and contempt after pressing his selection and tapping his armband to pay.  The man takes his mug of steamy liquid and takes a seat at a hexagonal table as far away from Fatboi as he can get.  He puts his attention to the vid.

>>>>> --cancellation of more military shipyard contracts are expected.  This may be behind the appearance of a strong imperial presence yesterday morning.  Admiral Jorenstall Geyst, commander 213th fleet and several judge advocate general associates met with high ranking officials from the GenPro's board of directors in a closed session today.  No further gains were made for the--  <<<<<<

The doors to the diner open gain.
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After her shift Billianah informed her watch relief that she would head dockside for a short time; to stretch her legs and check out a few of the local outlets. Strolling towards the main gates Billianah stopped at the security station to exchange pleasantries with the watch and ask about the possible places of interest.

Dawn starts the morning with a ten kilometer run. After showering, she dons her work clothes consisting of a drab grey jumpsuit that fits her nicely for being so utilitarian. She regards her figure in the holo-mirror, slumping to one side and raising a shoulder on the other. She laughs a girlish giggle. "All work Dee. No play right now." She says to the holo image. She shuts it down, closes the computer and stuffs it into her pack. She then makes her way from the downport inn up the tree-lined lane toward the shipyards. Today, they are scheduled to finish repairs on the sensor array.

The smell of overheated liquids assails her senses as she enters the small diner. Luxor's light was beginning to light up the southern skies bringing with it a new work day. She spots Fatboi at one of the hex-topped tables dipping his two fatty fingers into a snack sac.

"Morn Fatboi." She says, choosing a strong herbal tea from the convenience beverage machine. These machines generally were in disrepair, but being so close to the shipyard, it was profitable to keep them in running order.

Dawn makes her way to the table. The vid is playing some ad about the newest model grav.

She looks on at Fatboi with distaste. "You know that shyte will put you in an early internment pod."

Lex looks up into the clear sky, the nearby Gas Giant looms large. “That sight never gets old” he says to himself.  The 35 foot sailboat gently bobs up and down as a lazy 15 knot wind is harnessed to propel him back to the marina.

Even though the sailboat is fully automated, Lex likes putting the automation on standby and doing everything the old fashion way.  Reading the wind, releasing one line so that another can be brought tight then feeling the jerk of the boat as the sail catches the wind.  Feeling the salty spray in his face and the instant cooling of the body as that spray hits and starts to evaporate.  It is days like this, which are too far apart, that he really enjoys.  Out on the water reminds him of his youth on Efate.

Lex is heading back to land because he has an appointment with an old army buddy.  He got word that Dawn Hunter is planetside, laid up in the shipyard while their ship undergoes repair.
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Harry walks into the restaurant a few minutes after Dawn came in. He had been doing his weight lifting and some stretching exercises before a shower and a light meal.

"Morning sweetie" he says to Dawn as he kisses her on the top of her head and squeezed her shoulder. "You off you diet Fatboy? Or just cheating a bit to keep you on it? You've lost what? 80, a hundred pounds now?" He knew he'd lost a considerable amount of weight.
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Levi had spent most of his time on board the Katerina while the repair crews worked. He observed, making sure the work was completed to his exacting standards. He trie not to interfere, but the crews just weren't doing it how it should be done.

He'd had a number of disagreements with the crews, suggesting the process they were following wasn't the most time efficient or effective. It had got the crew's back up and it wasn't until he'd got his hands dirty to show them what he.meant that, annoyingly for them, he'd been right. There was now an air of mutual understanding. The crew viewed Levi as a talented and respected, if somewhat interfering and micro-managing, engineer, while he accepted that the crew did know their job and that they just had processes they needed to follow to ensure it was done right. This left him with grudging respect for their ability, but an annoyance at the methodical protocols and administration required and how slow it made the repairs.

He'd tried to speak to the crew's controllers, to suggest beneficial changes to their processes, but so far they'd been able to ignore his calls and had given him the run-around. The crew themselves had persuaded Levi to give it a few more days before confronting them in person, but hadn't told him that the works would be finished before the suggested timescale had ended.

Levi was awake early,.as was his norm,and he'd completed his walk through the Katerina's decks before the repair crew had arrived. At the heart of the ship, the powerplant, he spent time talking with the Katerina, easing his own concerns by soothing hers, his hands resting on the casing..He checked over the sensors ensuring she was powered down and the safeties remained in place.
Finally he stepped through my the areas the crew were working, looking around, but not touching anything (as he had agreed with the crew themselves). What he saw pleased him. The Katerina was in good hands and was healing well, and he was relieved that the resealing work was thorough and wouldn't leave a weak point on the Katerina's hull.

He left the area as the first of the crew was arriving, nodding in greeting as for only the third time since landing he left the Katerina's side. Without Donna it had seemed almost pointless to leave the comfort of his baby. She had been his focal point, a reason to explore and experience the world. Now the heat and light she provided was gone and his only real solace was the Katerina.

But he'd made a promise that he'd make an effort today and.go for breakfast with the others. To be sociable. Well, those were the words he'd heard but the language has been a little more choice. Stop moping and move on. But Levi didn't want to move on, not if he was being honest with himself. He'd found a warmth in life he'd never experienced and to his focused mind he'd never find that intensity of feeling again.

So here he was, showered, shaved and even using some of the personal hygiene scents someone had left in the toilet on board. His clothes were clean and pressed and he felt different... Well, uncomfortable if he was honest. But he was out and honouring his promise.

At the promenade he began to walk more slowly, and saw first Dawn then Harry enter the diner he'd been told to visit. He could see the two move to a seating area where others were already seated.

He slowed his pace a little, becoming more interested in the sights and sounds of the port and people around him. The glow of the rising sun, the general hubbub of conversation and people moving around, the smell and sounds of life; the familiar scent of recycled and processed air, the chill of air conditioning, the thrum of industrial machines.

Distracted, he arrived at the diner earlier than he would have liked and paused at the door.
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Phillip rose early as well, he did his morning regimen as well. A spacer needed to do certain things to keep in shape because of the gravity and a few other reasons. He used the fresher and got fresh clothes and headed to the diner. When he got there, he saw his new friends sitting together, they seemed nice enough. He still couldn't figure out what happened on his old ship! He went in and ordered his breakfast quietly and sat next to Mr. Stroud.

"Finished tormenting the repair team??' Tanja says as she sneaks up behind Levi, hugging the poor man, knowing the act would make him uncomfortable. So that he doesn't try to escape she links her arm in his and pushes open the door.

Spotting the others already sitting at the table, she raises her free hand in greeting. "Hey everyone, look at this stranger I found lurking outside. Let's grab something to eat before he makes a run for it."

Levi squirms with discomfort in her arm, but Tanja is stronger than her slender frame suggests and his arm remains interlocked as she moves across the floor towards the table and her crewmates,

"Stouty, what would you recommend??" she asks as she nears the group.

Bill got a generic checkpoint clearance brush off response from the guards. Taking her papers and entry authorisation she headed towards the buildings.

Teddy came in a few minutes later and headed for the group, he ordered eggs, bacon, toast and coffee for breakfast. He sat across from Tanja, still pining for her a bit, at least they were friends. "Greetings all! Good morning! You counting your calories yet Mr. Stoudt? You lost a lot of weight, you don't want to gain it back!"

Fatboi doesnt react to the innocuous chiding from Dawn. He looks as the others enter, finally arriving for today's work schedule. He wonders what the captain has in store for them. He wonders too how long before they get back into space.

Fatboi crumples the snack bag and disposes of it in the collector beneath the table. "The darselbark tea has a kick to it." He replies, taking the last sip of his own.

"Someone wake Addriannah?" He asks in a half-serious jest.  Deflecting the conversation away from his girth. "It's not like her to be late."

He shakes his head with thought. Actually, he has no idea if being late was her thing.
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Entering the restaurant she catches the tail end of the conversation. "Late for what Boi; all I see is a gaggle of dudes lazing about." she teased.
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