Rochester Inn

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Clif smelled the alcohol coming, and knew that he'd have a hangover to drink off the next morning. The man was undoubtedly coming to him. Clif had seen him speak to Winston and now he was on his way.

"Care te enjoy yerself with some refreshments? I'll warn ye though... The alchohol in this here drink be a bit... concentrated, HAHAHA!!!"

Finishing the remaining half of his beer and smashing the can seemed a good a response as any. He stood to meet the man and took a chance to notice that the man was a Junker. An armed Junker. A Junker with at least one artificial limb. The observations were made in quick succession, and he looking the man in the eye and nodded, grabbing one of the mugs.

"So, I'm assuming that you're here because of my discussion with the venerable Winston?"

Katarn confirmed Clif's suspicions and introduced himself. The Junker had a uproarious sense of humor and seemed to enjoy everything, especially the grog. But the way that he wore his weapon spoke to his experience in less pleasant situations. But there was nothing for it now, Clif had stuck his head in it, like he always did, and had to ride this one out. He took a chug of grog and tried to begin, but coughed instead. Apparently, the Junkers made it a little stronger than on Alcatraz. Just a touch, he thought as Katarn busted into another laughing fit that almost sent the thick dark alcohol through his nose.

Clif chuckled and wiped the grog from the side of his own mouth and began. "Well, what I told Winston is the whole of it, I'm looking to get a hold of a Recycler. Now, I know that these things are built from scrap and salvage, but I also know that they're Junker constructions. I wouldn't up an' buy one without their say-so. Might be bad for my health."

Another swig of grog and he continued, "So ya know, it won' be sitting lanes. I've got a Barghest to do that. I need this boat for one thing, protecting Rogues. My boys go up through the Taus to do some smuggling, and what do we run into? Conscientious objectors. Not the peaceful kind either, oh no, that'd be too easy. This kind don' like our cargo, want us to spill it. Our transports need some protection up that way. Well, I'm not looking to take my expensive Barghest out that far and risk it so that others can make bank. That Recycler of yours is cheap to fix, if anything gets broken, and won't draw the attention that my other fighters would. The thick hide and sharper teeth are just a bonus."

Katarn nodded throughout the story and grunted in all the right parts. Clif thought that he might be making some progress with the man, but one could never be sure with a Junker. "I've a few other plans to possibly expand our... shipping in the future, and the ship would be used there as well. Other than that, it'll get docked at Buffalo. Might come out to nip some bounty boys heels when they get too close to the base," Clif said laughing. Another large swallow of the grog, and his vision noticeably decreased. Powerful alcohol. Rather drunk he continued, "An' truf be told, I do love me a big fat fleet'a ships. Heh. I've collected me 'bout all the Rogues make, n' now this one. Don' get me wrong, it ain' gonna jush sit'n collect dust neither, all me beauties get ta stretch their legs." Clif finished his mug, and keeping from falling off the chair took a good portion of his attention. "So 'nother one?"