Project Protection

[Ortog]

Ortog's recycler docked at Vieques and the hatch opened to an hangar where people cheered loudly.

He unfastened his helmet, tossed it at one of his crew, grabbed a can of beer throwed at him, and stole a kiss from one of the mechanic girls. He then gestured for silence.

- Gentleman, and ladies - he winked at the female grease monkey- yes, I know you all happy and celebrations are, indead, in order. However junkers lost their lifes. This can't be allowed to continue.

Several noises of sympathy were heard, angry mumbles here and there, crowd showing their agreement.

He sipped at the beer, and sticked a cigar on his jaw, unlit.

-I need you all to give your very best effort to the Congress, we need those platforms, and we need those Scylas in working order, and we need them now.

Lits the cigar in the sudden silence and looks around:

-Now, lets go back to work shall we? And...by the way, Tyber's crew is onroute with some delicate kusari flowers, fast and furious buggers, lets put them in dutty as fast as we can.