The Connacht Summit

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The Spirit of Revolt, currently traversing the Achill Asteroid field, Dublin.

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The Hel class cruiser burned towards Connacht at an increased pace, making every effort to make up for the lost time that had left the Spirit slightly behind schedule. The Bridge was busy at this moment, with constant information exchanges between the helm and the engineers in the engine room as they coordinated to push as much power as they could through the engines without causing any lasting damage.

At the captain's seat, three figures were gathered. Alex Lynch, the ship's elected leader and his right hand as it were, Jaclyn "Jackie" Steele, had their usual positions reversed, with Alex's XO sitting in the captain's seat whilst Alex stood to the side of the captain's chair. Alex's gaze was locked on the woman before them, leaning against one of the consoles. The woman, who was, in fact, not a member of the ship's crew but instead was one of Alex's buddies from the war, hadn't been out of her room since she had boarded the ship at Halifax, leaving her presence onboard a bit of a mystery at the moment for the crew. Yet from the brief glimpses the crew had seen, they had known it was important to their captain and had thus not made much of a fuss as she seemed to prefer keeping to herself as she sulked over something rather than interfering with their duties.

"Rebecca, you gonna' be alright on here without me? Jackie can handle the meeting if you'd rather I stay."

"Mhm, yeah, I'll be fine."

Even if he wasn't thoroughly convinced, Alex knew better than to tempt fate and exchanged a slight nod with Jackie before making his way towards the Airlock as the Spirit began its final approach to berth with Connacht.

Inside, Alex promptly went to the lounge where the meeting was held. The Spirit's captain would look like the definition of the words rabble and trouble. With messy, short blond hair and stubble, a scar running along his left cheek and bright hazel eyes that one could swear carried a spark of mischief. He wore a traditional fur-lined IMG Miners coat and a scarf being thrown over the top of a combat uniform that sported a brushy pattern suited for a rocky or desert climate, that probably ran the chance of catching the eye of anyone present in the corridors along his way towards the meeting.

Finally, reaching the lounge, the Syndic representative flashed his best smile at the other parties present at the meeting.

I'm really bloody sorry about the delay; I've had a hell of a week so far. Hope we are all well. Minister Burns, it's a pleasure to meet ya'.

Alex's tirade of fast-spoken and strung-together comments abruptly paused as he eyed Lathrop, the Syndic seemingly failing to recognize the man.

And pleasure to meet whoever you are too.

As the Syndic caught sight of Albert, his grin grew even wider as he approached the Guildmaster before slapping him on the back and ruffling the man's hair, neglecting to offer either the minister or Lathrop a handshake for the time being.

Albert, mate, it's been far too bloody long. Gotta' drag you out and get you into trouble sometime. You'll love it.

It appears the Syndic's reputation among his own kind as "a bit eccentric" is well earned and could very well leave one to wonder why he, of all people, was here representing the Syndicate.

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