"This is Kilrea, Daniel speaking, I am afraid I wont be able to lock down Arrow for you at the moment, as whole station is closed down for so called hull breach. We might have a talk about some security measures about here if you wish however." - Replied Daniel to Colin, chuckling to himself and casting another worried look to shaking security guard in the corner of the room.
Breen nodded. "All righty, good tae be knowin'." he said, stone-faced into the radio. "An' I think a talk aboot security'd be good, though ye were the one who had it all made, y'ken." Breen was caught between two distinct emotions - actually laughing to know that Daniel was behind this and taking the situation as humorous, or pure fear, knowing that Daniel effectively had control of Kilrea and was pursuing some unknown objective.
As Colin's fighter Approached Kilrea, it all seemed silent, except for the turrets that for some odd reason were all aimed at him.
"Please, dock with bay 3, Breen." - came voice from comm
"Em, aright, will do."
As he docked he was met with utter dark, except for single emergency light near one doors. As he neared the light, he noticed that another door down the hall was marked with similar light, and trend continued all the way up to security tower.
Breen ambled toward the security room slowly, hands in the pockets of his greatcoat, slouching his shoulders a bit as he often did, looking laid back and less professional than he was. He tried to keep a neutral expression on his face, but his breath would keep catching in his chest as his heart beat faster. He never sped or slowed his walk to the room, but just tried to focus on being calm. That was not normally too hard for him, but he was having a bit of a challenge here.
By the time he stepped into the security room, hands in his pockets and looking rather laid back, he was indeed feeling that way. This was Daniel, he wasn't a crazed Corsair.
"Good day laddie, good to see you. However... you know you should at least change acess codes when you change goverment? Those ID's ive left for you all had full acess to republic bases, ships and facilities... Thats sloppy work my lad. Now, I think I will take that bomber as mine and I wish to be restated to rank of councilor. I guess you find that acceptable?" - he finished with "arabic merchant" grin.
Breen raised an eyebrow. "Oh. Er... yes, I should probably hae switched the codes aroun', althoogh most o' the time we shoot 'em befoore they can even try to tooch oor bases." He glared at Daniel a little bit, taking his hands out of his pockets to reveal two LasPistols he was holding onto. He placed them back in their respective holsters as he continued talking. "An' I suppoose I can let ye back in, Daniel. Naebody e'er flew tha' Broadsword, too delicate fer noormal Molly hands. Ye're always welcoome back as a councillors, ye ken." Breen smiled, putting his hands back into his pockets. "Though, ye may need tae poot yer gunboot back on display here, not sure how they'd take tae havin' their display removed."
"Aye... they can have Athenry and databot back. I will commission new one probably. Oh and regarding those toys of yours..." - he pointed to laspistols. "Ive got solution fer that ya know" - he reached for his mr badge and turned it first to one, then to other side, and suddenly, thin veil of shield that surrounded him vanished. "Dont be thinking you had upper hand here boy, anyway, fine job on other things. But be wary of spies. Remeber what almost happened with UoG! Learn from history!" - he shouted "But, now, lets go get a pint, eh? For good old times and return to duty?" - he added in merrier tone.
Breen smiled at Daniel. "Aye, I could certainly use a drink right aboot now. My tab, Arranmore." he stretched out his hand to Daniel. "Glad tae have ye back, sir."
