I agree to the terms... You are wise, to tie the allowance to my life. My men will have even more reason to remain loyal, and thus, loyal to you as well.
He raised the jug and emptied half of it when his pad suddenly chirped. He looked down on it and smiled.
Corinth has just sent a message with the approval of your decryption codes.
He looked over to Keek and nodded. Keek raised his left arm and whipsered a few words to the sleeve of his jacket. Then he returned the nod.
The first load of our finest Gunboat Turrets is already on its way to be picked up by you at the Five. I hope they will serve you well. I have to beg your pardon for my harsh departure now, but our friendship is best not being put at stake by some curious guests. Good luck to you and your men, and watch your back - Sirius is as deadly as ever.
I'm glad we could come to this conclusion. May the Omicroners always be safe and secure, you have but to ask and we will come to your aid. My men will be at Freeport 5 shortly... Good day.
A smaller ship docked at the Freeport XV. After the fighter vessel landed on a landing pad Lennox jumped out of the cockpit, not looking very well. He headed for Raluca's to try to find some rest there. Arrived there he looked around and sat down at one table. He looked like he hadn't slept for weeks. He was hurted in his face and his arms by something. "God damnit...what should I do?" Lennox mutters to himself. He laid his forehead down on the table, not knowing what to do next. He seemed to be restless and wasn't able to sit quietly. He nearly wasn't recognizable in his stressed mood. But finally he waved towards the counter, hoping someone would see his wave, to order a drink.
Ferguson saw a tired man who was at the Arcadia often recently. He started to wonder about the business of this man. 'Well, perhaps ...' he thought to himself. Then he walked over to the man, sat down at his table, and asked:
Is any of our services on XV not satisfying? You are looking so tired. Issues with your room perhaps?
The man looked up, shaking his head. "No...no problems. Well, there are problems indeed but not at this station here. I just found my faction dead today...", Lennox muttered something about a destruction of a ship and looked away. "Lot of people died...and I only could watch it...without the possibility to do anything. Heh, and I thought I can...-move- something." Said the man with a lower voice. "Now the blood of innocents stuck to my hands"
[font=Century Gothic]Ruben was washing some glasses when Rorry adressed him.
Ferguson is on patrol duty this night. I think his shift will end in a few hours. If you want you can wait him here. Can I get you anything?
He continued to clean the vessel, looking for ultimate perfection and cristal looking glasses.
Or maybe you'd like to rest in one of our rooms. You can rent one for the night if you're tired and need to relax a bit, maybe read a book or something you like doing...
He saw Rorry walking in again, during emptying the rest of the 13th glass of liquor. He looked angry at him for an unknown reason. Then Lennox tried to stand up but fell back in his seat once. After he made it to stand he walked unsteadly towards Rorry. Nobody have to be a medic or a doctor to see Lennox is drunk already.
After a last gathering of his thoughts he finally arrived where Rorry stood. With an aggressive posture he began to accuse Rorry for something. "You...guys like you should be damned...because of you I lost my lifetime achievement." With a angry glance to Rorry he stood infront of him, hardly trying to stand still. "I hate you all...pirate scum..." Lennox slowly calmed down but did not leave. "I have an open invoice with you now..." Lennox voice got more aggressive and he clenched his hands to fists in anger.