Ave, Caesar. Roma die uno non aedificata est

[All Worlds]

Magellan system

Jack Gibson finally finds himself following up on the rather vague invitation provided by the persistent Corsair. Given current state of relations, he's not expecting much out of this encounter but his gut is telling him to do so anyways. Some opportunities present themselves in the strangest ways...

The station appears in the state of transition - lots of activity and efforts going into organizing the docks, the storage areas, and what appears, from a distance, to be an engineering team fine-tuning and potentially repositioning the multiple weapons platforms encountered outside while docking.

He walks into the base tavern and approaches the bar for a drink, to keep fairly inconspicuous while assessing the scene.

"What's yer poison today?" The bartender bellows as he approaches.

"Whiskey, neat."

The drink is promptly delivered and credits transferred in payment.

"What brings you to these parts? From what I've heard this station still needs to complete current renovation tasks before we were expecting many arrivals..."

"I was invited. Audentes fortuna iuvat."

The man's eyes go wide in recognition. Without a word, he disappears to a backroom behind the bar as Jack finishes his drink.