Nelson's

[Derkylos]

Located in one of the darker corners of the bar, Joshua barely glanced up at the new arrival, seeming to be half asleep, surrounded by a collection of empty beer glasses. He made no move as the man approached the Corsair woman. However, as soon as he unbuckled his holster, Joshua carefully and slowly reached under the table, pulling out a wicked-looking, oversized pistol and placing it deliberately on the table in front of him, next to his outstretched hand.

He had purchased the item from a dealer on Arranmore, after his all-too-frequent run-ins with various Wilde, Freelancers and other assorted space trash. Catching the barkeep's eyes, he nodded once, slowly, and the man placed his hands under the counter, grasping some concealed firearm. At the door, a pair of burly Junkers straightened up. Neither of them displayed any obvious armament, but they probably had several items concealed about themselves. Looking towards the pair standing in the middle of the room, Joshua attempted to catch the man's eyes.

He'd prefer there not to be gunfire here, McMillan'd go spare if his bar was damaged...but he sure as hell intended that any non-Junker opening fire wasn't going to be leaving intact...

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