Anything for a job...

[Audax]

While he was flying towards planet Malta, he couldn't get the strange 'thing' that happened to him a few minutes ago out of his head. It was unbelievable, almost like a dream, and yet, it felt so real. He was a man of opportunity, he never misses a job offer, and yet, he was reluctant about this particular one. A simple mercenary that was trying to make a living in this odd universe, why was he the one that was offered this opportunity. Perhaps -that- was the reason. He wasn't looking for it, it simply happened.

He was told to go to Ibiza station if he wishes to further discuss this offer, and yet, he was heading towards Malta. So much confusion in his head. "What in the blazes am I supposed to do?" he thought to himself.
"I have nothing to loose, only to gain. But, did it really happen? Was that strange man really real?" were the thoughts that went through his head. He prized himself for being a risk taker, every job was a good job for this mercenary. "Ah to hell with it, I'm starting to get soft, think too much..." he punched a few commands into his console and set a waypoint for Ibiza station.
"I wanted a good job, and now that I have the offer, I'm having second thoughts." "The 'ell I am" he muttered to himself.

Upon approaching Ibiza his mind was getting clearer and clearer, he knew that this was happening, it was real. As he was almost right beside the station, it was notable that this was a Outcast station in every meaning...Patrols landing and undocking, cargo ships carrying 'special' cargo to various destinations across the universe. If he was looking for a job, he was surely to find one here.
"Ibiza station, this is *static*, requesting permission to dock."
"This is Ibiza landing control, roger that mercenary, you are cleared on landing pad four."
He landed his ship, exited and looked around..."I can't believe I've never been here before." were his first thoughts. A engineer was approaching him ready to put his ship onto the landing list. When he saw the engineer he remembered that he was to go to a bar named 'Abyss'...
"Oy lad" the engineer turned around, "yea I'm talkin' to you, can you direct me to the bar?"
The engineer pointed at a big door on the north side of the landing pad
"Go through there, the bar is pretty close nearby"
"Thank ya' lad" he nodded and went towards the bar.

After a short walk, a door was in front of him, above it was a flashing sign that said 'The Abyss'. Upon entering the bar his first thought was "Bloody 'ell...".
A typical night bar, well, not so typical. Dark, full of various individuals, music was pounding in the background. On the right, people using Cardamine, they had a full table of it, on the left, various slave merchants arranging deals. In the center, people dancing, arguing, threatening each other, and it was all under the supervision of the Outcasts, well, depends on what supervision is.... Mercenaries, killers, thieves, everything was there, and he blended right in.

He was to look for a specific person to whom he was told to speak, "Now where the 'ell am I going to find this 'Emissary' person" he wasn't even sure if it was a 'person'. While looking around he saw the bartender,
"Ah, he should be able to tell me more", he approached the bartender..
"'ello there lad, I'm looking for someone, a certain individual..." he leaned closer to the bartender and whispered, "I'm looking for 'The Emissary'." The bartender quickly pointed to a table in a corner of the bar and just walked away.
"Well that fool sure is crazy, he could have at least said one word." he turned around and approached the table which was surrounded in shadows....