Nelson's

[Darkard]

It had be quite a while since McMillan had been in Trafalgar Base. His posting at Yanagi had come to an end and he had been granted permission to take up his old post back here in Bretonia.
He had lost quite a few of his ships in the Sigmas, including the McMillan family Salveger Class Frigate. But he had also managed to get himself a replacement.

The Opportunity, McMillan's new Pilgrim Liner flagship, was passing through the Debris toward Trafalgar now. Trafalgar Base blinked up on the short range scanners.

"Right then" McMillan said to the bridge at large "Prep ma' fighter an moor up somewhere quiet"

"Do you want let them know your coming Mr McMillan?"

"Nah, I'll supprise 'em" Smirked McMillan, before walking out.

Moments later McMillan was touching down in the hangar of Trafalgar. Engineers hurried over to tend to his ship.

"Welcome back sir. We were expecting you to arrive later than this. We would have preparted you a welcome."

"Nah, I woulda' felt 'art a' place in a crowd a' well-wishers" McMillian took in the hangar bay. "Why s'it so quiet in 'ere?"

"We havent had much Traffic for a while, place was pretty much run by no-one for a while" replied the Enginieer.

"Is that so? Guess 'al a bit a' work to do then eh mate?"

McMillan turned and headed out. He had a couple of things he needed to do before he settled back into the routine.
As he stepped up to the door of Nelsons the familiar scent of wood polish wafted through to greet him. Inside the place looked allmost the same as he left it. Except it was empty, and all the lights were off.
The wooden floor echoed his steps as McMillan walked behind the bar and flicked the lights on. He also flicked the switch for the Roof Mounted Barrager Turret which decended down and did a quick scan of the room before hiding away in its compartment again.

The bar was in good shape. There dident seem to be much more damage than when he left. The corner tables that the Bretonian Buccaneers had taken up residence were suprisingly clean and the rest of the bar seemed quite untouched. McMillan ran his finger over the bar and as he suspected a thin layer of dust wiped away.
He flicked the dust from his finger has he walked around the bar to the secret door leading to his old office. He fumbled for the catch before slowly opening the door.

"GGGGgghhhh-aack" Came the noise from within the office.

McMillan pulled the door back slightly. Has somone put a dog in here? No? Dogs dont sound like that. What the hell is it?
McMillan unholstered his pistol and gingerly opened the door again. The room dark. The only light being cast was through the one way mirror that looked out into the bar. Its effect being reduced somewhat by somthing stacked up in front of it allowing only slats of light through.

"Gggggghhh-Ghh" Came the sound again. It seemed to be coming from under the desk.

Some Gaian Beast perhaps? Some sort of Pig creature?

McMillan slowly moved towards the desk and steadily put his hand of the back of the chair.

One... Two... Three!

McMillan dragged back the chair and fired a round right under the desk. The sound of wood splintering as it broke through the back of it.

"Ahhhh Crap! Ahhhhh Stop Stop!" Came a startled voice from the gloom.

McMillan mashed the switch on the wall for the lights.

"Ahh christ, Im sorry for whatever I've done" said the man climbing out from under the desk. It was Nelson. The pistol shot has flown by his head and knocked a hole in the desk

"Nelson?!" Shouted McMillan "What the hell a' doin' sleeping under ma' desk?! A' though wer'a Nomad Dog or somthin'!"

"Wha?" Nelson rubbed his eyes. The man looked a mess "Steven! Your back!"

Nelson rushed over for a hug, but McMillan pushed him back with one hand.

"Nelson, y' stink. Whats happened t' y'?"

"Ahh, hard times Boss. The bars not seeing any buissness anymore. I couldent pay the rent on my room. I figured I could sleep in here"

McMillan took in the room. It did seem to contain most of Nelsons possesions, includidng a pile of clothes on the Leather Sofa and stacks of old computers up one wall.

"Right... Well y' cant stay 'ere now" McMillan stuffed a credit chit into Nelson's hand "Go get y' place back an' then take all y' junk out of 'ere"

Nelson beamed at McMillan "Thanks Steven" Nelson scuried out to the door "Im so glad your back" He said before leaving.

"Yeah, yeah. And get a shower!" McMillan shouted after him.

He let out a sigh as he looked around his office once more and sat down at his desk, powered up his console and sent a short comm to The Opportunity to let him know he had arrived.

Guess I had better man the bar till Nelson gets back

McMillan picked himself up and walked back out to the bar and sat himself down in one of the Booths by the Window.

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