Saving the Soul of a Ship

[Excitable.Boy]

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Ian grinned deviously, slipping his ancient datapad back into his coat.
"Efficiency is key in operations such as this." he said, looking off toward nothing.
He then looked at his dwindling bottle of whiskey, frustrated that he felt no different than before he began drinking it.
All that remained was perhaps a single deep swig.

"Any help we can get would be much appreciated. I'm not sure how many of my brethren will be keen on helping a...forgive me..."
He looked guilty before continuing.
"...corporate Captain. Though, I'll see if I can't persuade a few Congressmen with a work order.
That usually tends to work. Might even help once they know you're my friend."
He finished the last swig of his bottle, and set it down carefully, looking disappointed.
"I swear they cut their bottles with water here." He said with an acidic tone.

"We should start organizing things as soon as possible. The more we wait, the further the debris can drift."
His face became serious for a fleeting moment before a wide grin spread across his lips.
"You know, old pal. This could be fun. Junkers working with Orbital towards a common goal. It's almost unheard of.
Should turn a few heads, I'd think."
He trailed off, as his datapad had started beeping.

"Well, would you look at that..." He laughed.
"Maybe I do have some leverage to get some of my brethren to help us."
He tapped out a message on his datapad, furrowing his brow as he did so.

He absent-mindedly spoke to Theobald.
"You were saying that if the Congress needs something, we could just ask? I might have an idea.
I feel an alliance would benefit both of our organizations. Perhaps even a 'This for that.' arrangement on top of it. Stop me
if I'm getting too egregious."
Ian grinned at Theobald, and shouted to the bartender.
"Hey barkeep, more drinks please!"

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