"Retired admiral, in fact" Eleanor replied.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_tppyBoT3Q
The tablet brought up a fey blonde of youthful mien, hair done in immaculate french locks, somewhat out of place in the blue-and-gold uniform of the Terran Federation, her bosom heavy with brass, her shoulders with pauldrons, ribbons and stars.
"Look, a Crimson Skull. Twenty enemy vessels destroyed by a ship under her command" Jerome wondered. It was difficult to attribute much carnage to a creature of such nonthreatening mien, despite the dauntless spark in her blue eyes.
"Theresia Harfner-Wallenstein, the parents were also top brass. She hails from Augersund, one of the Federation's satellite states. A monarchy, in fact - her proper address is "Dame", actually."
Eleanor was as puzzled as the first time she looked at the data - why would such a person leave the fleet, or why would she be expelled? The fleet's files were classified, but Beamer, one of Eleanor's contacts, managed to pick up some dirt through his sources. There was talk of dishonorable discharge. Apparently, the ex-admiral's trigger finger was too eager; a deserter claimed she had glassed a civilian habitat in violation of direct orders, and even shot one Federate vessel out of the sky.
There was more information, on her second-in-command and bodyguard.
A wiry man, sprouting graying black hair tied back in a ponytail, with an illegible face and penetrating black eyes gazed at them from the tablet, clad in a light combat suit.
"Crichton, Zane. A killer if I ever saw one; excels at wetwork. I tried to find more on him, but the man's zeroed. The name's likely fake. All I got is this tattoo with an "F" rune, and a six-digit code."
Eleanor paused, looking at the band.
The doctor appeared to briefly ponder whether to interject, then she did so: "A Fenrir model, bioroid. The Federates use them in black ops work. How do I know? We made them. They focus on speed and coordination; we managed to wire them to be faster than cybernetically enhanced soldiers. The drawback is a tendency to develop psychiatric disorders; we have therefore engineered a kill-switch, setting a biological self-destruct prior to the predilection age of insanity. In about 0.1%, the death clock does not trigger, as seems to be the case with the gentleman here."
"So, a wild card?" Jerome inquired.
"Yes, dear, very much so."
"Who's the big bloke?" Autumn wondered at the sight of the third photograph. A bearded man, mountain of bronzed muscle, was photographed on the backdrop of the planet's table mountains, carrying an implausibly large firearm.
"There's more on this gentleman, Honza 1889. Honza Aideen, these days, to be correct. What you are looking at is an Atlas series parahuman, with all the bone density and muscle mass genetics can buy. Federates utilize the Atlas where heavy weapon platforms cannot be easily deployed. Mister Aideen left the marine corps after the Veradani war in protest, over what exactly I could not find. It is likely that the Federates have distorted whatever the real cause was - it does not reflect well when a laureated war hero suddenly rejects all you stand for and leaves without pay."
Apparently, the man had found something besides military work to occupy him - there was a distant farmstead on Sindar, to which his shuttle had been tracked by Silke, an overly curious dispatcher on Argus.
"The fort near the dirtside starport in New Troy, it is a fortification in two concentric rings and a dome in the centre, covering the original dig site" Irina noted as Eleanor paged through the orbital photographs.
"That's not all - the most relevant structures are concealed underground, as you can see by the hangars here in the cliffside. They could have re-purposed some of the ruins, as well" the brunette added her own detailed intel.
Eleanor's comm beeped then, displaying a message from Tycho, one of her contacts on planet. Whatever was the little rat up to again? "Hey, Elly, my precious. Remember how you promised to pay for info on the Rusties? They have snagged some nerd, called him doctor, too. He was digging around the place, so I figure they wanted his loot. Just saying. This is worth five nuyen, yes?"