The creation of CTR

[Fuski]

Mike Returns to Erie and walks in down the hall, frustrated expression as he orders 2 rounds of ale. "Matt. They put me on hold. Seriously. You'd think they'd progress transmissions and ship requests better. Something about a new computer system being in place. So can we-" "Good news is I got the Bro in law his transport." Interrupting Mike, as the 2 ale slides down the bar and 1 snatched up by each. "We got a means of making money."

Mike, confused about how he did it, but thinks nothing of it as he swigs the ale swiftly. A little dabbles down his chin. "Well. That's good. But-" Mike's nav watch rings with a call from someone. He runs down the hall to the hanger and hops in the cockpit of his Gull and takes off. About an hour later Mike returns to Matt, who is sitting in a bench near the window and proceeds to tell him about the yard, the communication, and debris he forgot to mention earlier.

"Oh we haven't talked about how to get this ship of ours. All I'm good at is navigation."

Matt jumps with a sharp turn toward Mike and startles the bar. "And I'll be the captain! After all, I will be buying the ship myself."

Mike recovers from nearly spilling the rest of his ale and plants a firm hand on Matt's shoulder. "What the grace of Shiva makes you a captain?" "Seniority." snaps quickly at Mike, shaking his own glass of ale. It becomes apparent Matt is drunk as he orders 2 more ales from down the bar, "I'm older than ya Matt-y-boy! And don't ask how I know. I just do. And the hell is Shiva?"

Mike snatches one of the ales coming from down the bar. "She's a goddess. A pretty one. That's all you need to know. Well we got 'A' ship. An employee. And some others we could talk to. That being said, To Shiva!"

Mike raises his glass in a toast to this "Shiva" as Matt turns back toward Mike, clanging his glass against Mike's, "I like pretty women. So it is then, To Shiva!"

"To Hodor!" called out from behind the cloud of smoke and people, glass raised in the air, liquor running down the mans wrist. Stepping out from the light his scruffy voice and smell of alcohol on his breath "You say you know people?"