Moka's Request

[Vulkhard Muller]

Beaumont Station Bar
Participants: Moka and Rick Tiltman
Subject: Request to outfit a ship

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Rick yawned, his alarm blaring notifying him that the guest he was waiting for had finally arrived. Fumbling around his room to the mirror he swigged a mouthful of SynthWash MouthWash while haphazardly brushing his hair to the side. Spitting into the sink as the bartender informed him Moka had arrived at the bar. He threw on his trademarked leather coat and made his way up to the main deck of Beaumont where "Lord" Moka was waiting.

Wasn't everyday the self proclaimed "King" of Liberty came calling but when he did it always paid well, no doubt in Rick's mind this time would be no different. Truth be told, he never bought into the "Lord" title, he's a man just like any other, titles like "Lord" and "King" are for people who have something to prove. Not that he'd ever tell Moka this, in his dealings across Sirius he found it best for business to simply allow people to live in their fantasies. Arriving in the barroom he noticed Moka at the bar looking noticeably more relaxed then normal. Good or bad Rick wasn't sure what had changed but something had made the strong arming murderous "King" slightly more laid back then usual.

Strolling up to the bar, the bartender slid him a beer as he approached Moka.

"So, Mr.Moka, what can I do you for?"

Awaiting Moka

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