Jack took another sip of his drink and just sat in quiet peace for a moment as he surveyed the bar. He was taking the time to properly process what he had just heard. He had named the flagship of his own fleet the Metaphysical. This was his personal transport specially designed for his needs and he didn't give it that name simply because he thought it sounded fun. He had long been studying the works of Aristotle. Something that he believed was becoming lost out here in the stars. To hear this young Junker describe his belief that he can manipulate form only affirmed Jack's belief.
The mask was an interesting touch as well. This was far removed from Rudo, who wore a simple mask in the practice of an ancient custom. At least people knew who and what he was. This one was rather interesting. He his behind a mask while at the same time allowing himself to have a higher profile than any Junker should have.
He put his drink down. "JT wasn't really up to this meeting anyway. He's much more of a logistics guy. He came into this position well after the days when Bishop and I were guarding Tinkerbell's great secret. He's a good leader, but I think Tinkerbell's vision of the arbiter has gone the way of his mortal flesh" He scanned the bar again. Some unfamiliar faces were beginning to watch his booth. Was it him or this masked figure sitting with him? It would be time to leave soon. "I'm curious to know where your loyalties lie. Don't tell me with Junkers because that's a given. You wouldn't be sitting here if I believed anything else. However, I've been doing this long enough to know that no Junker can stand alone. How do you plan to carve a future for yourself. Your answer will tell me much about my own future."
