Ian waved dismissively at being congratulated. This type of work was standard to a Junker. "Well I can't say it was difficult. Perhaps a bit unorthodox, using those MOX Chambers,
but not really difficult. Hell, I think Rob already left. Him and his folks got the exterior paneling and armor
done so fast I couldn't believe it. But it's to spec, and then some.
This is why I call Rob for those kinds of things."
He yawned a few times as he spoke, obviously very tired.
Sipping his drink, a slightly disappointed look came over him. "I wish we coulda made her look perfect.
But, any well trained eye can see the patchwork. You don't seem bothered by it, even though she needs repainted,
and the entire interior needs redecorated. Everything is to spec, of course...don't get me wrong.
We may even have gone a little overboard in some places.
Should be pretty tough to so much as scratch her now..."
He swirled the contents of his glass, looking thoughtful for a moment before speaking again.
"Thanks for the drink, Theo.
As for the bill...there isn't going to be one this time."
He paused and finished his glass. He then chuckled, and said. "You could send me a bottle of Whiskey some day, but...
All I ask is that you take good care of her, and continue to take the pride in your vessel that you obviously have.
You never once gave up on her, Theobald.
You never thought about scrapping her, did you?
Even though most people would have?
Don't answer that. I wouldn't be here if you had."
He smiled at Theobald, and ordered himself another drink. "I'll be heading back to Bering soon. You keep yourself well, Captain. Take care."
It burned like hell, but Ian drained his new drink in one gulp.
He stood up, and walked from the bar, heading to his own Liner,
which was being prepared for the journey back. He never once looked back.
He didn't like to say goodbyes to decent people, you never know if you'll see someone again when you live the life of a space-farer.
