New Providence (Formerly Freeport 2) - Administrators Office

[Shalo]

New Providence - Flight Deck B -
Eva's Sunbeam

Remy stared quietly for a couple of seconds to the card, pondering if he should take it or not. In the end, his pride made him unable to even raise his hand towards it, so he shook his head at the man. He simply couldn't take a lone from some half-assed Sirian smuggler. He had already been too humiliated by Forlorn's thugs and Eva to accept the credit card.

No... Nevermind then. I'll just wait for Eva to return.

[Stoner_Steve]

New Providence - Flight Deck B -
Eva's Sunbeam

Ted chuckled slightly and shook his head while walking down to to the floor of the flight deck "Just remember Remy. You were a lot safer in the cargo hold of this ship than you are out in the open on this station" Ted again held the card up again between him and Remy. "It might be a loan, but credits can buy you protection, and protection buys you safety." Ted pocked the card and continued to depart while calling over his shoulder. "Swing by Jimmy's office if you want to take me up on that loan. Otherwise, good luck."

[Laz]

New Providence - Flight Deck B -
Eva's Sunbeam

Having seen the two were finished Eva reattached a smirk onto her face.

"Well, isn't that nice? Now, if you don't mind, get off my ship."

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[Shalo]

New Providence - Flight Deck B -
Eva's Sunbeam

Remy grumbled at Eva's command, following orders wasn't really his style, to say the least. As he made his way towards the rear end of the ship he turned back and gave Eva a sharp look, they both knew what it meant. Remy's discontent with the entire situation was going to have him on edge that much was certain. He signaled with his hand at Ted showing his impatience.

Fine.

Having said that, he followed Ted out of the ship. At least he was finally leaving that forsaken cargo hold. He wasn't really sure how many days it had been since he had been locked there.The only small kind of contact he had with the outside of that makeshift cell was whenever Eva would slide his meal into the room.

[FrankGambit]

Docking the Huntsman had gone off without a hitch. To his relief, the docking bay personnel did not pay much attention to them other than the routine task of locking the ship down in the bay.

Gambit noticed that much had changed on old Freeport2. He had not spent much time on station, and the AFC Club house that was once here, he had only visited twice, even though he was the Bering Chapter official. He had spent most of his time with the club out earning script instead of lounging on stations. He did notice that it seemed cleaner, more organized and that there was a more "Military" feel to the place.

He followed the indications and made his way from the docking bay to the stations administration office. The door was open, and he saw a man sitting behind a desk, his attention fixed on a data pad. He knocked on the side of the bulkhead to get his attention..

"Hi, I am Frank Gambit....You must be Jimmy, and I think these are for you..."

He walked over to the desk and placed the box of Cigars on the corner, and held out his hand to greet the man sitting behind the desk.

[Croft]

Jimmy put down the pad and Frank's hand without bothering to stand up. "Hey Frank, its good to finally meet you face to face" he said flashing a roguish smirk "why don't-cha grab yourself a chair and I'll get us a drink."

He rolled his chair over to a small cooler, throwing open the door to reveal a healthy supply of gin among other drinks "what's your poison?"

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[FrankGambit]

" Well, I could do with two fingers of whiskey neat." Gambit grabbed a chair and sat down. "Looks like there have been some changes around here lately."

[Croft]

"Good choice" he said closing the cooler and opening the cupboard next to it withdrawing a bottle of whisky with two glasses. "Things around here never sit still, lemme tell ya. Always somethin' to move, somethin' to fence, the usual" Jimmy set the glasses on the table and shared out a healthy measure between them.

Pushing one of the glasses to Frank, he put his feet up on the desk and asked "So, what about you?"

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[FrankGambit]

"I parted ways with the club awhile back..." Gambit leaned over and picked up the glass and took a drink. "and since then..", he placed the glass back on the table, "here, let me show ya..." He reached into his leather documents pouch and pulled out a thicker than normal sheet of paper, placed it on the table and slid it over to Jimmy, reaching again for the glass to take another drink, leaning back in the chair as he did.

[Croft]

Jimmy looked over the papers and let out a low whistle "A privateer for Bretonia? You're movin' up in the world Frank. I mean, I remember you talkin' about helpin' Leeds but this..." he taps the papers with the back of his hand "...this is somethin' else."

He slid the letter of marque back over the table before taking a sip of his drink. "I gotta tell ya, the whole concept of bein' a legit pirate really cracks me up. Bein' able to plunder and still bein' allowed back home, hell let me know when they do that for smugglers, yeah?" Jimmy said chuckling softlyinto his drink.

"So, what brings you to my little slice of anarchy?" He added, flashing his usual roguish smirk.

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