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[Robert Merlow]

Merlow watched from the sidelines, a smug look on his face. This Dale Kavannah was a bit of a loose cannon, something he didn't exactly like, especially if he was to be working along side him. The Kanzaki Yakuza would never accept such behavior, but he wasn't in his universe any more. The only people he had left from the old days were few in number, and they were all working to contact the appropriate Yakuza underbosses in this universe. Whether he liked it or not, he would have to put up with asses like Kavannah and psychopaths like Sayne. The only difference with Sayne was he was good, in fact damn good at what he did. He was a killer through and through, and he was one of the best. He was just a little... unstable.

Kyon, his second in command walked up along side him, watching Kavannah bark orders for some medical assistance.
"Looks like another madman in a mad universe." Kyon stated, lighting up a cigarette.
"Looks like another fool to me." Merlow replied, walking across the hanger bay, "I'm getting sick and tired of these worthless maggots. They do nothing but hinder progress."
"They do serve a purpose. They attract attention to them. Without them, we would have no notoriety. We want to be known, to an extent."
Merlow snorted, "Bull****. I've seen men like that time and time again, and all I've seen is failure and bravado. They're not worth their weight in lead."
"So be it, but there will always be men like him. Always."
Merlow shook his head as they approached the door to the bar. He flicked out a cigar and lit it, inhaling deeply at the door.

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Commander in Chief of the Migrant Fleet / Former Fleet Admiral of the Liberty First Fleet
Second Survivor of the Mentat Program.
We must give and take with good measure. Give too much, we become complacent. Take too much, we incur the wrath of our own. Tread Lightly.
--Supreme Bashar Robert Merlow--