<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015901#pid2015901"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Mateo Reyes</span></a><br/>Location: Shuttleport and customs<br/>Midwatch<br/>Tagged: Serena, Jin-Lai, Elaine<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Mateo shoved the helmet off and grabbed his gear, checking for his papers one last time before he hit the customs counter. As he stood up to hop off the ramp he heard Serena advise him about some sealant. Mateo grimaced a little, he was built to be a highly durable combat machine that can slog through any environment.<i>Well whatever, entering maintenance mode on my arms and cleaning them by myself is a pain. I'll just take the help.</i>Mateo walked down the ramp to the bustle of a shuttleport mid day. Various shuttle arrivals and departures, men and women with familiar cybernetics in power loaders, tourists arriving, and locals leaving, the port was decently occupied today.<br/><br/>"Yeah I'll get some sealant with you I suppose. I needed to pick up a few things anyways." Mateo said, leaning on the side of the shuttle with his bag at his feet. The cyborg was just going to wait until the mechanic was done with her shuttle duties. If this shore leave turned out anything like the last one, the group would probably need a quick getaway anyways.<br/><br/>While waiting a few of the power loader workers nodded or waved as they went past him. Sometimes Mateo helped out with unloading, it helped to have some friends at any port you go to, but with only 47 and a half hours of shore leave left Mateo did not feel any need to waste that valuable relaxation time. He couldn't help but eye some of the newer augmentations on the workers, comparing his own to them. None of them seemed former military the work on their bodies were almost entirely for labor, yet their's seemed sleeker, a touch more modern.<br/><br/><i>I could still totally take any of them in an arm wrestling contest.</i>While Mateo was thinking he glanced over at the station's security officers. About four of them were grouped up and... staring him down? The security wasn't even particularly well armed, wearing the company's standard regs and were all armed with handguns and batons. They seemed to be talking about him for a brief second before noticing Mateo's gaze and dispersing their group. "That's never a good sign. Why me though?" he said to himself. If he was going to quell any doubts about him, getting through customs would probably be the best way to do it.<br/><br/>Serena's voice crackling out of the comm in his bag let the away team know she was finished. She bounded in and out of the shuttle with different outfits so quickly it seemed like a cartoon. "Let's get through customs. I don't like the way some of these people are eyeing us." Mateo said to the crew, hefting his bag over his shoulders.<br/><br/>Interstellar customs, while of varying usefulness, always tended to take about a half hour to clear. First they looked over your papers, run the ship's ID to see if that's where you actually come from, asked you what you wanted to do on the planets, seeing if you were trying to introduce foreign flora/fauna to the environment, etc. What was funny was that any half competent smuggler wouldn't even dock at a shuttle port as commercial as this one. After about fifteen minutes Mateo came up to a desk with one of the corporate security officers he saw looking at him earlier. The man had a particularly thin face with a goatee.  "Ah, let's see what do we have. Ship worker with Class 3 cybernetics... from the St. Anne. What were your plans Mr. Reyes?" the rent a cop asked, thumbing through his ID papers. If Mateo had been paying close enough attention he would have seen the cop slip a tracking bug in between his papers, but Mateo's annoyance blinded him to the cop's sleight of hand.<br/><br/>"I heard you had a beach and I have about 46 hours to do nothing but lay on a beach. Figured I didn't need a reason." Mateo said. The cop nodded along, playing at half listening. "Are you bringing any weapons? Firearms or blades, even explosives." the security officer asked, pretending to look into Mateo's papers in greater detail. "You don't think the bag check or the detectors would have picked up on that? Do you think I need a weapon to defend myself? I mean... well just look at me. No, I just want to sit on some sand and forget about life for a while." Mateo responded brusquely.<br/><br/>After a second of faux deliberation, the rent a cop handed the ID papers back to the cyborg. "Of course, just following regulations is all. Enjoy your stay." the thin-faced fuck beamed with a toothy grin. Mateo snatched the papers out of his hand and walked towards the exit of the shuttleport.<br/><br/>From the exit the shuttleport expanded into a moderate metropolitan area. A few streets over was the main shopping district and the hotels were a few blocks further in that direction. The lunch rush in the city appeared to be ending with people returning to various businesses around them. "Well," he said turning to face his companions, "what shop do we want to hit up first? I just need some sealant, sunblock, and personal supplies."