Rochester Inn

[Garrick]

Capt. Garrick enters the bar with some of his crew. They pause at the entrance and look around at the few others located there enjoying their drinks. They pause a moment looking at the 2 leaving. "Hum.. wonder what happened to him.." Another one nudges him in the ribs. "Mind your own business and you'll live longer pal" After a moment they all enter and find a vacant table. A waitress comes around and the group orders a few drinks.

Winston the cargo-master adds in.. "Good to docked for a bit, off loading our cargo from Crete. Too many LPI around Manhatten to safely dock there. It's good that Remnant showed us the way here, otherwise we might have been spotted trying to dock with the planet."

Winston and the 2 gunners start talking on their own about their daily routine when Garrick notices his personal communicator blinking. Checks a message on it and then types something on it in response. After a few more drinks he looks over at the other crew members.

"Enjoy yourselves for a bit lads, we're getting refueled and that parting blast from the Unioners repaired in the port side armor. I might even check into some more advanced armor upgrades. You all have 3 hours till I would like to shove off of this heap and head to Dublin to get some gold that's waiting for us."

With that the captain finishes his drink, leaves some money for the tab and heads out back towards the ship's berth. He hollers back over his shoulder to the remaining crew.. "I have a few things to check on, maybe I'll line us up a new job and we'll let the gold in Dublin sit for a bit longer before we go and get it." Then he leaves the room.