I've been meaning to try my hand at writing a bit of fanfic for some time, and the inspiration that has finally gotten me to give it a try has been the forum game I'm currently in, where Spite is on the prowl in the Wagner Mars Base. Presented with the seeming absurdity of Lost Children and Drug Labs existing in such a far-off place, I chose to answer those questions with a bit of speculation, and I liked where it took me. I haven't yet decided whether to use the same supporting heroes (not trying to marginalize them, but apart entirely from Wraith being the character I played, she's also Spite's nemesis, so it would clearly be "her vs. him, with them helping" rather than "them vs. him with her help"). For now, I'm just putting up the intro bit, which I wrote a few days ago and which leaves much of the stage yet to be set.
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The wraith was quietly furious as the shuttle began the final docking procedure. She'd known that no jail, particularly not the revolving-door prisons of the Rook City penal system, could hold Jack "Spite" Donovan for long...and sure enough, he'd found a loophole he could exploit. It was all the fault of that miserable lawyer, Steven Witchknife; he'd located an obscure and seemingly nonsensical precedent in early Overbrook City municipal codes, dictating that anyone proven guilty of murder should "never walk the earth a free man", and successfully argued that this code mandated his client's deportation to the newly established Wagner Base on Mars, as the only way of ensuring that he could never escape any Earthly prison.
Of course, the Base was operating on a restrictive enough budget that they could hardly install a state-of-the-art prison for a transhuman serial killer; Donovan had hardly been in his holding cell for three hours, and then a body turned up. With a working population in the hundreds, including at least four entire families, even a man of Donovan's imposing stature could manage to vanish into the crowd for a short time, and in the long term he could skulk in the tangled corridors of the base's maintenance level more or less indefinitely.
To say nothing of what would happen if Donovan learned that the originally-military outpost, despite its recent vast expansion into a full-fledged offworld colony, still held an arsenal of captured alien weapons from the Voss invasion....