The Meeting

[Junes]

As they walked down the nearly endless corridor Paddy kept mumbling about stuff Andrew didn't really catch. His gross lips hardly showed any movements when he uttered his close to incomprehensible babbling. The constant and pretty forceful 'patting' on his back started to seriously bother Andrew. For a moment he had a feeling that he was completely at the mercy of Paddy. In a matter of two hours Andrew's life changed completely. He suddenly worked for a gross-looking, ugly-religious maniac-drunkard with a henchman of similar attributes. He was being led to an even uglier looking alleged battleship on a station and among people he barely knew and whose language and culture greatly differed from his own, light years away from the good old Bretonia.
Wait wait, was he a little homesick boy or a restless independent scoundrel now? Andrew immediately dismissed these upcoming feelings and attempted to enter a conversation with Paddy in an companionable manner appropriate to his behaviour.

"Say, Paddy, you got a ship docked to get over to that beast?"