Ivan took one last shot of whiskey, then stood up from the table saying "Hail Eris! Yes, we must free the slaves of Sirius, both of the chains of iron and the chains of Grayface!
I'm heading to Inverness to see if I can get in touch with any Gaians around The Junkyard, gather the caravan and meet me there. He threw a credit chip on the table and ran out of the bar towards the Libertalia screaming. Grand (and gory) Old Discordja!
Her Apple Corps is strong!