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What went down on Shiloh part 1

Hey guys, so yeah, a lot of interpretation went on in this chapter, I have the outline for the next one and was going to release it with this as one chapter but I still have to sort out some kinks in it.

This has a lot of description because I wanted the image of … in everyone's minds to be perfect I know it's one of my flaws to have too much description and introduction so I did do a fair bit of editing so please forgive me! Read and tell me what you think

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What went down on Shiloh

What happened in the nebula of Shiloh around the same time as when a live football match fell apart, around the same time as when everyone who'd ever used the flux felt something, and most importantly, around the same time as when a mysterious girl opened an old box on a snow covered planet far from Shiloh involved a red item of clothing suddenly appearing on the ground across the street from the Black eye café where two members of the pirate football team sat enjoying a milkshake and each other's conversation.

Kate, the Unadarian who'd left her planet for a life of crime, adventure and football, was the one who noticed it first.

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'Stephens?'

He looked up from his chocolate milkshake and at Kate. 'Yeah?' was she still worried about the Rykers game?

'What's with that?' she pointed at something across the way from the café.

'With what?' he asked rising slightly out of his seat to get a better look.

'That' She pointed, he saw it now, it was hard to make out, but it was definitely there, near to the flower stall directly across the street from them.

To the left of it, there on the dusty earthen ground, something red, behind his goggles he raised an eyebrow, it was probably nothing, just a scarf dropped along the way by one of the pirates or refugees who lived here, maybe it was one of the wares of a stall merchant fallen off the wagon cart on the way to work.

But his instincts told him to check it out, just in case, after all they were trained pirates, being careful was just a natural part of who they were, it had to be.

He looked back to Kate her braided red hair was carefully –as always- hidden beneath her visor hat, she had the half mask that she always wore at matches on as well, it was a black skin tight mask that covered lower half of her face, he could see her eyes, eyebrows and part of her forehead above the mask but nothing else. Only people like him, from the pirates, who'd seen her with it on would be able to recognise her, it was one of the reason she always wore it, it gave her security, like nothing else could.

He met her eyes and gave her a look, she nodded absent-mindedly, she'd stay there and wait, if he wasn't back within eight minutes (Protocol pirate timing) and she had received no word from him, she would send an alert out through her Mecha watch- But that was just in case, both of them were fully aware that this was only them humouring the careful habits gained from training and that Stephens would be well within sight of her.

'Be right back'

He walked across the street quickly, the flower stall veteran pirate gave him a nod and he gestured in return, he walked to the left, and got closer to the red item. He knelt down beside it, his training kicking in and telling him to notice everything he could, it wasn't a scarf like they'd thought, but it was a close enough guess, it was a red cloak of some sort, he picked it up and was surprised, he didn't recognise the fabric, it was heavy material around the same weight as cloth from a cotton jumper.