Gather Intel And Resources.

You need information on the doctor and at least some basic survival gear if you're ever going to make it to your ship. The most pressing issue on your mind is what were they doing at an abandoned atmospheric station? There's no telling what sort of nasty concoctions the good doctor could release into the surrounding atmosphere at any moment. But even if you know what she's planning it won't mean shit if you can't get your gear back. With it you're a one woman army. You're still formidable without it but skill only gets you so far in a firefight if you didn't bring a gun.

You start circuiting Janus Terminal and hitting up a few local hotspots. Business continues as usual, people complain about their lives and laugh at the fools who go out into the wastes to make their fortunes. The most exciting thing you find all day is a rather daring couple rutting like animals on a side street. Your body suit gets tight in the crotch and you appreciate how spoiled you've gotten since you started being able to afford smart fitting programmable clothes and nicer clothing. You also spend this time asking questions about the town itself. Seems like you might be here for awhile so it's worth learning the streets. Janus Terminal is mostly a port town with raw minerals and ores being gathered by brave pioneers and shipped out here in town. There's a few shops that sell nicer gear and luxury items but not many and all of them overpriced. Just like in any town without any official law, crime is rampant. Muggings and even killings are routine and everyone carries a weapon for self-defense. As first sunset arrives, the local star being hidden behind the massive gas giant the moon orbits, you start to consider what street you'll be sleeping on for the next few hours. It won't be the first time you've roughed it so you aren't too concerned.

"Help! Somebody help!"

You hear the cries as clearly as the dozen or so other people on the street but you're the only one to investigate. You dart down a few winding streets filled with garbage near the edge town and spot the trouble. A young woman with wavy dark hair and a genuine, if simple, green dress that hangs to her knees screams for help. Her clothing is of a simple design but the flowing non-synthetic fabric marks her as at least moderately wealthy. She's on the ground and being held down by a man while two other men stand over her and laugh. She kicks and bites but the men all look like they've been in more than a few scrapes and her attacker barely even registers the biting. Her dress is pushed up her body, showing her naked body beneath. The other two men put their boots to her wrists to keep her pinned while their buddy starts undoing his pants.

"Hurry up man! I want second!"

"Chill the fuck out! I'll leave her in one piece!"

You narrow your eyes. They don't have weapons, just basic leather outfits fit for scrappers and scavengers to keep from being poked and prodded by odd bits of metal in debris fields. You could probably take them. You watch the girl struggling, her firm breasts bouncing in her struggles, and lick your lips. For some reason this whole situation is really turning you on. Your crotch gets even tighter than before. You really miss your smart clothes...