"Well well, play stupid games and win stupid prizes." Ian said, chuckling as he looked over the message. "Never understood why some of us Junkers choose to steal when the salvage business is already lucrative."
He held the bottle of Whiskey up as if to offer Theobald another glass. "Care for more?" He asked, refilling the glass without waiting for an answer. "It might help numb the shock of me telling you that I don't expect the cost to you to be high at all.
Well, relative to the damages, anyhow." He grinned at Theobald, and then drained his glass.
He rose from his Captain's Chair and began to pace around the bridge, occasionally giving orders like: "Walters, reference available stock at Vieques, find us a good refurbished life support system,
and some engines, same model if you can."
and "Felix, get started on the core, I'm sure there's a suitable one laying around somewhere.
Just don't make the same mistake you made last time."
To which, the corresponding crewmen simply nodded and began clicking away at their terminals.
Then, suddenly and with a great thud, Ian stomped his foot angrily. "My crew shall address me correctly when given orders on duty!" He shouted sternly. "And make sure the parts are at least as good as what this good man had, or I'll toss you out of the airlock." "Sir, yes sir!" Chorused the entire bridge crew, and oddly Ian himself.
He made his way back to the Captains Seat, and sat,
his attitude softening considerably as he looked to Theobald and said. "Sorry about that. Known most of these guys since we were kids on Manhattan...
Sometimes they forget they're working and that I'm not just their friend."
The crewman Ian had called 'Felix' laughed, and Ian cleared his throat.
"Ah...yes, back to numbers.
You paid for my drinks at the bar, having only just met me and not realizing I was drinking the most expensive thing they had.
Since you decided to make such a respectful gesture...and you paid more than you want to know for those three drinks...
Once Rob and his folks arrive, I will pay his portion of the labor cost myself.
Oh, and I am not charging for labor either.
You just buy the parts from us -- at our price -- which beats Sirius average by a fair amount.
Of course the parts we Junkers use are refurbished, but they get rejected if they don't function and at least as reliably than they did when they were new."
Said Ian in a quite business-like tone, before pouring himself another Whiskey and draining it in one gulp.
"As for the Whiskey, it's made by...well...quite frankly...
I don't think you'd believe me, but...I don't know.
I think it's Mollys or Rogues that made this particular single malt, but don't quote me on that, it was a gift."
