James.. These legion boys feel like they have the right to dictate what you do with a ship that you salvaged, repaired and restored. The whole situation disgusts me personally since the only reason they care was because the ship was attacking a xeno base. Since when does Legion support those crazy lunatics?
*James sits back in his chair and takes a drink.. and with a smirk on his face he says...*
James.. The legion seems to be searching for something to do and so now they are hunting the Gordon.. So maybe its time we find them a more suitable target... I'll give it some thought and make some inquiries to various sources. Perhaps we can find them something more fitting of their time!
*James raises a full shot glass and waits for Tim to raise his shot*
James.. May the solar winds always be at your port and may the winds of destiny bring fortune to you and your fleet Finn!
Tim Finnegan smiles broadly at Arbiter Trenton. "Me Claymore? Firin' on Ouray? Nae... yer scans be marred, mate. Was th' Wake launchin' hot Nukes at th' blasted rock, 'twas."
He raises his glass, nods at James and Murph, and more whiskey goes into Junker bellies. "Th' Claymore were but there in case the ruttin' XA thought ter come lookin' fer trouble. Me huge beasty, she didnae fire a shot."
Finn rubs his beard, and screws up his face thoughtfully. "An' the Legion? well 'ere I see's opportunity, nae conflict. I cannae speak fer all o' Congress, but as Adjudicator, Inverness, I can open some doors an' windows."
He smiles at his friends. "We put our heeds togevver, an' we'll hae nary a worry, lad. O' tha' Oi'm sure."
James.. Your quite right friend I was mistaken and the Gordon did not fire a shot. The damn liquor does it to me every time I get well... wait what was I saying?
Eh.. no matter and maybe your right and perhaps this is a window of opportunity. I'll help ya in anyway that I can Tim.. you just let me know what ya need!
*The wrist communicator beeps and a red light begins blinking.. James taps the light with his finger activating the voice comms.*
James.. This is JT whats the status?
Voice comms.. Captain this is Marcus.. all crew accounted for, the ship is refueled and ready to go on your order sir!
James.. Very well Marcus I'll be arriving shortly..
*He lifts his finger off the blinking light as it fades away. James looks over at Tim and says..*
James.. Whattaya say pal one more drink before I go.. Ya know one for the road so to speak?
With all the going on's barely anybody heard the sound from the foot fall of the black armored man and the thing seemed to have some weight to it. The posture screamed that of a person of military service and as he scanned the roomed he showed vigilance. His eyes rested on Fin and a small chuckle escapes from the helmet, the man was still armed with two pistols to each thigh and two unique black swords across his back and a marking on his right shoulder of angels wings and a pentagram it was where a insignia should be. He took a seat at one of the far off tables and ordered a small beverage along with solid iced water. When the drink arrived he only had nodded his thanks and rarely ever spoke. He switched seats now having the back of his head to most of the bar as he placed his helmet on the table and just moved the solid iced drink around a little.
A shadow slides across the armored man's table, and the floorboards sink slightly.
All seven-plus feet of Dekker, the man-mountain Doorman looms behind him.
Tendons in his forearm creak as he reaches out and lays a hand on the stranger's shoulder. "I'll 'ave those guns, mate. And the sharpies, aye?" His smile was friendly, not threatening. "Boss's orders, you understand. I'll keep em' locked up n' safe for ya, no sweat."He held his other hand out, his palm like a calloused dinner plate.
Tess the flame-haired concierge, always attentive, sashays over and beams a sparkling smile at them. "Top o' th' morn', pilot." she says, inclining her head respectfuly. "Haen't seen yer face afore. Welcome to Invergordon" "If there be anythin' ye need, anyone ye needs to meet with, you send fer me. If I cannae get it, it cannae be got."
Sliding a card with her name and commlink number onto the table near his drink, she lays a hand on Declan's huge arm. "Be nice to the chap, ya big lug." she says with a wink and a pat, and sways off to check the rest of the patrons, datapad tucked under her arm.
Dekker laughs. "I'm always nice!" he says over his shoulder to the receding Tess. "Them poppers n' cutters, mate?" his huge hand still held out.
The first thing that man did was take the brutes hand that was on his shoulder and only apply as much force was needed to make sure his hand got off and if he was persistent he'd make sure it stayed off and by the look of things he wasn't intimidated by the man even a little bit in fact he seemed vexed that he had touched him. "Not touch me would be something a nice person would do."He shifted his other hand to push the mans hand away. "Lead me to this safe placed, your only asking for what you see."His voice carried a small annoyed tone but it was still mostly emotionless. His hand armored hand took his drink and the other removed the helmet on the table and mounted it back on his head and with that hand free now he took Tess' card and slipped it into one of the ammo pockets which were not full with anything. "Been a long time since I've seen Finny, I will be as bold as to ask about what hes been up to over the last decade."He spoke with a tone that suggested he knew him the armored mans head tilting to look at the man again and a small smile playing across his lips and also a memory of him talking about another in California when under escort but under the helmet it made no matter as no one could see it.
It had been a while since the hooded figure had entered, alarming Sarah, and the two had chattered by themselves. Then, on some silent trigger, the two got up, gathered there things and left without a word.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Finnegan and the Deputy Arbiter open the smoked glass doors from the Congress Lounge into the pub, Murphy in tow.
Finn eyes the armored stranger as he shakes hands with Declan and heads back to his table.
His brow furrows in thought and remembrance.
Blinking, synapses fire and he has it. He snaps his head around to his fellow Congressmen. "Lads, looks like I've yet another impromptu meetin', aye." he intones.
"Let's see what' kind o' trouble we can muck'up wif them Kusars, Gents." "Murph, lad. I want th' Dropkick parked at yanagi until further notice." he orders. "An' when ye done'at, catch 'yon shuttle back, an' quick. Oi needs th' Wake prepped fer extended tour."
Murphy barks an "Aye, Cap'm." and turns to shake hands with James Trenton "Arbiter, 'till better days."
"James, my friend," says Finn. "me 'n mine's be atcher service, at yer beck an' call. Dinnae hesitate ter call on me, nae to advise me as I arm wrestle wif 'yon Legion."
He, also, offers his hand to the Deputy Arbiter. "Yer welcome to hang aboot, avail yerself o' our fine pantriesd an' hostel. But dinnae let me keep ye'z."
The armored man kept his eyes on Finnegan as he had come out of the Congress Lounge and tilted his head but there would be a odd feeling that he as smiling at the old Junker. He was still following the brute of a man to put his weapons away, which he was sure of he didn't have the arm space to hold all of his weapons.
A monolith of steel and brass slides up from the floor just inside the front door.
Declan MacTavish punches a code and it's door hisses open.
There are a hundred or so similar squares cut into the floorboards there.
He points into the weapons locker, large enough for a man to step fully into. "There." he rumbles. "That'll hold anythin' you can put in 'ere, an' noone can get at it but me."
"Safe as sleeping, mate." He smiles broadly. "Free o' charge."
With a knowing smile, he taps a floor-to ceiling scanner set into the walls on either side of the great brass door. "An' don't go thinkin' this 'ere spy-eye didnt pick up every scrap of lint in yer pockets."
Dekker leans back, grinning and crossing his arms. Muscles creaking like wet rope. "No trouble will befall ye here. That's a promise. 'Less o' course ya want some..."
He inclines his head "An' I can deliver that free o' charge as well."
He points up at the ceiling, and light flashes off of what appear to be a pair of Barrager mk5 turrets.
Painted black, huge, and capable of opening the hull of a ship, they lurk there, hidden by vents and tubing.
"Dekker!" Finn's shout is commanding, but not overloud. "Quit showin' off, lad. I fink 'e gets 'yon point."
Tim shakes hands with his commanding officer and beams a smile at the stranger.
Murphy dashes out the door with a smirk and nod to Dekker. "Later, Dek."he says as he passes.
Tess aproaches Finn, whispers something into his ear, and heads down the back hall toward the offices.
Finn continues to stand, smiling at the stranger.
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