Maverick comes through the mooring point of Navarro station. Coming around corners and up ladders until he reaches the main deck where he catches up with Sylus and a few members of the head deck. Maverick motions to Sylus to turn on the comms and speakers of the Cincinnati. Sylus takes two steps to the right and presses a green button amongst other smaller ones, flashing yellow and white.
"It's on, Mav." Said Sylus.
"Ahem. Crew. This is your captain, Maverick. I know it's been rough. And with all of us in this together, It's about time I bring you all up to speed." Maverick pauses. Using a hand signal to tell Sylus to engage the multiways radios amongst the ship. "I have turned on the Multi-way so all levels of the Cincinnati can communicate to us here at the bridge and give their opinions. Some of you, Especially Jimmy Jims and Gonzo, may remember a man named Joshua Hunt." Once more pausing over the comms, listening for protest. But all remained quiet. Feeling he had the attention of the crew, Maverick continued. "The man is here. Alive. I had the chance to change his destiny on this facility they call Navarro. We came across him in a Med bay. Where we had him at gun point. And I shot that poor bastard in his stomach. I had the pistol pointed at this mug's face and I could have killed him right then and there, leaving him in a pile of blood and papers. Unfortunately, He had bodyguards as well. We. Were held at point too. Instead. I hit that son-of-a-bitch right in his jibs and told him never to forget." Maverick hears some of the crew start to cheer, applauding his actions on the Navarro, pertaining to Hunt.
Maverick Continues, shortly after the crew's noise dies down. "Now. If I had killed the man, that would put me as a murderer. You gents. Have had my back for the last few months. Some of you for years. A few of you, a lifetime. Times have changed. I have changed. And if I had killed Hunt, That would make me no better than that man on the floor before me. It wasn't me. I had become an animal. Driven by hate and despair. But I am not HIM. I am not a man of instant action. As I am Maverick O'Howell, Captain and commander of the Cincinnati." Maverick hears some of the crew raze up, some staying quiet.
"Maverick, you should have killed that ***hole. Put one in his head for all the members we lost in Alaska." says a crew man from the 4th deck. "Yeah, Stevens wouldn't be dead if he hadn't come around." said a man from the 8th.
"Yes. I know. But do you gentleman follow a killer, or a leader?" Maverick questions. leaving a silence amongst the ship. "He will get his." Maverick continued. "But we have other matters of importance. Hunt has a plan. And I want him to be undone by his own actions. And we will be here to watch him get what's due." Maverick can hear the crew agreeing amongst each other and talking about the decisions of the once lost captain. "He has proposed something to us. He says he has contacts in the Corsair leadership. The Cincinnati is long overdue for some maintenance. The engine itself, Junker rigged to hold together. Thank you to Jefferys and Angelo for the help with that. But it's about time, out here, that we extend our hands to someone and hope for the best. What do you boys think?"
The comms ignite with chatter and talk. "Alright alright, one at a time." he intervenes. The crew calms as one speaks up. "The Corsairs are some shady bunch, cap. Why would we take THEIR help? Isn't there another place we can overhaul?" A crew member from the second deck says. "At the moment, All I saw on the way was some Independant Miners Guild ships and some Hessians. The IMG are friends. Sure. But we don't have a contact to help us out there. The Hessians are a revolutionary type group operating in Rheinland. That's not the kind of attention we need."
"I think we should take the offer. Maybe we can learn something from their techniques and tricks they use on their capitals. It is the Corsairs, so I'm sure they have money and power." coming from deck 6. "Yeah, Power. Power to take us out too. It's a known faction with more than enough military to take out the Cincinnati. And a battleship in their space, foreign at that, would be a calling card." interjects from Deck 3.
"Hey Mav, It's Toasty here in Deck 9. I think we should take Hunt up on the offer. I agree, let that man's Karma see him through to the death in time. But the Engines behind me need it now. We should contact him and tell him it's a go."
Maverick holds the intercom microphone in his hand. Letting the crew take into consideration of each member that spoke. Maverick leans against the dash of computer works and panels behind him, staring out into space as he had often done before, an arm across the chest, resting the elbow on it like he had a cigarette. Eventually, Maverick Nods. "We'll do it. The Omega's are a problem, vast, and dangerous. And without the Republic backing us, we'll have to make it out on our own. If Hunt says he can. We will. For the Cincinnati. And for Freedom." "To freedom!" says the crew over the comms.
Sylus cuts off the multiway. Turning to Maverick and approaching him. "Are you sure this is the decision you want to go with?" He questions. "Well, Sy, what choice do we have? If they can help us. They will. If not. Then we'll look elsewhere." Sylus nods and moves on. "Oh, Sy." Maverick raises a finger, popping off the console and walking toward Sylus. "Yeah?" Sylus asks. "I'll see if he can get us some appropriate attire. These Naval uniforms no longer apply to us. Right?" Maverick half smiles it. "Agreed. I hated these clothes anyway." Sylus says, pulling two corners of his attire with the thumbs and forefinger of each hand.
Maverick walks back through the double slide doors to the captains quarters. Punching a few buttons, sliding some windows across the touch screen panel and opens a link, sitting down in his chair.