Meteora Bar, Planet Malta

[Adain]

Adain flew through the golden skies of Planet Malta, once again heading to his Haven, to contemplate the various matters that cluttered his head. "If only, those blast-....." He glared down at Platform 15, a ship was bobbing up and down....docked. "*sigh* You have got to be kidding me." Fourteen would have to suffice, he yelled at the Chief, who also ran 15, to run some diagnostics on the Talon.

"Who's ship is in my spot?"

"*gulp* Eh, Senor Castillo. Captain."

"Thank you, Chief."

The green suited man practically ran up to the Talon, wishing to evade the Captain's gaze. Adain shook his head as the Grav-Lifts doors closed. "What next..."

"Hola, senor Erylian! A Car-"

"DONT even joke about that, Hernan. It was putrid, and I am looking forward to that coffee I always order." He lifted his eyebrows to emphasize the silent order.

"Of course, usted." He busied himself with the coffee, for some time. Hernan knew the Captain well enough to realize when he was pushing his luck.

"Alexander, good to see you found my little hideout. Y'know, some blaggard set his ship on 15, my platform! I'd like to rip his trachea out, and shove through his ships exhaust port. Any idea who's ship it is?" Adain looked as serene as if he had just discussed the day's weather. No frown, no smile, just a face of stone while he awaited the man's answer.

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