On Java Station, Lance gets the channel to contact the IMG| Local Office. Sitting at his desk, in his newly leased offices, he attempts to start setting up negotiations with all of the groups that need attention. A fresh cup of Sunbucks sits on his desk, growing cold. The stacks of paper, holding notes and tidbits of info Lance had gathered on who was who and where to find them, lay scattered in a seeming chaotic pile.
Looking from small stack to small stack, Lance decides to start with the ones he hoped would be easiest.
Independant Mining Guild, he'd gotten some really useful tips from Jack Henderson. A long time ago it seemed now. A good man, and solid Guild member. Lance figures Jack could help point him to the right people for setting relations between the two Guildhouses.
Turning on his Vid-Comm, he punched the last channel he had for Jack, and hoped it still worked.
Truly Independant
Standing alone against tyranny and abuse against fellow man.
After getting no response, Lance decided to go out and see what he could find out. He could get his escort ship running and begin customizing as he would have to do. Setting up a course to Bethlehem wasn't a problem. A quick detour to try to pick up a fighter he'd left a deposit on. Arriving, only to find he'd been out bid and it sold the day before he arrived.
Shortly after launching to space in the Basalt fighter he'd rented, and headed back to Java Station. During his flight his computer had some problems, Lance couldn't fix. As he made contact with multiple IMG| Vessels, trying to get information on how to find Jack.
The ships comm unit was transmitting under a glitched name, 'Repping-will-rename'
He never thought he'd learn that the quiet, confident guy he'd flown with learning the trade for a while, was the Leader of the IMG|! His astonishment left him speechless. The rest of his trip back to Java went by in a blur, his mind reeling.
He kept thinking of the man he met, and thinking, 'He didn't seem commanding, just a really cool guy taking some time to help a new miner.' Lance shook his head.
As he put in the order for the Raven's Talon to be prepared and arranged payments, he still couldn't believe it. At least it explained his inability to reach him.
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Lance left the dealership and headed for the office, he planned to try to reach the IMG| thru the neural net and look for contact info. At least now he knew who he was looking for, he hoped.
Truly Independant
Standing alone against tyranny and abuse against fellow man.
Lance sits in his office after returning from escort duty in Dublin, going over paperwork. He keeps thinking back to that chat, brief as it was with a BMM pilot, Evie. Wondering what she looks like, and whether her being BMM and his being IMG would ever allow the two to have a chance to get to have dinner.
He sends a message to the IMG| office and waits for a reply, still musing over the hatred, a hatred he didn't really understand, nor truly hold himself for the BMM.
Truly Independant
Standing alone against tyranny and abuse against fellow man.
Lance walks into his office in a rush. He seems pissed. He throws things around as he looks for things. Then he throws those things in the trash. Each one has the FTU logo. When he is done he ties the bag and drops it in the chute. He then a little slower cleans all his stuff out of the office and locks up behind him. He looks at the door for only a second before turning and walking away without a backward glance.
Truly Independant
Standing alone against tyranny and abuse against fellow man.