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Nodoka checks her gun, making sure it's fully loaded before the shudder from the hull hits her. "Alright, everyone. Time to start the dance!" She says as she hears the ship moor with the station, and the airlock door opening on the opposite side. Nodoka holds her rifle tightly, ready to move free of Marcus and Seline and attack if Brooks starts anything. She shouts to a nearby speaker. "Alberts, We're ready. Cycle the Airlock!"

"And remind me again, why are we dressed up like we're going to the opera?" Senior Staff Liaison Holt is having none of this. She can't wear her leather jacket, some meaningless liars had the audacity to demand her presence, and to top it all off, her adoptive family is utterly convinced that the people docking with Carpenter's stockpile of booze disguised as a business venture are honorless backstabbers intent on killing as many innocent people as possible. Going off of Teresa's call from Liberty, they're also wantonly slaughtering BAF personnel and calling them "infected" after the fact in some twisted parody of Core propaganda depicting The Order. "Actually, scratch that, why are we even humoring their outrageous demands? They clearly want a position of power over us, going off the thermal scan. Look at 'em, expecting us to walk into a killbox."

Carpenter as the local Ego speaks up. "Well, if they do anything stupid, our suit cameras will record it and a, ah, very good friend of mine will be watching it in real time." "Oh goody, she can watch her boyfriend get infected live. This whole thing smells rotten; they could just as easily arrange a meeting with actual, you know, furniture."

Teresa laughs again before gesturing to the comically-oversized cooler. "Then we will definitely have something they don't. Bwahahahaha. Now get ready to meet them. Control, open 'er up. Let's meet these people."

The three Senior Staff members, Teresa in the lead with Willow and Elroy lugging the big blue cooler, watch the airlock open up to allow access to the Carrier. One way or another, this ends soon-ish.

As the group proceeds into the Hecate, the airlock seals behind them, revealing the "killbox". Before them stand Seline and Marcus, as well as a element of droids. "Good to finally meet you, Miss Brooks. Proceed forward, drop your package, put your hands up and prepare for a search." Nodoka says as she breaks through the two of them and taking point, standing with her gun in her hands, ready to aim and fire at a moment's notice. Bride and Honya approach from behind Holt and Carpenter respectively. "Hands up, Byeong-shin." Bride says as she points her shotgun at close range behind Holt. Honya proceeds to raise her gun at Elroy as well. "Maintain compliance and you will come out of this unharmed." She says, with Nodoka signaling to two droids to examine the cooler using thermal vision.

The Hecate's Airlock opens, the Vindicators snap to attention and save for the few not in control of Cassiopeia, give a modified US Army salute with their free hand, the normally straight hand is replaced by flipping the bird, the official salute of Harpy Squadron. Seeing this Mark breaks formation giggling "I-I'm sorry Hanamura, I just... I just can't take the situation seriously with Cass being an Imp like that." He busts into full on laughter for a few moments as the Droids return to a standard stance. Seline looks at Mark, clearly annoyed by his behavior "Well... I'll admit it, I wasn't expecting that either. Nor was I expecting such... Extravagant clothing, You're Elroy Carpenter I presume?" Mark, after regaining his composure, walks over to Elroy and offers a hand shake. "I apologize for the whole Droid army shtick, honestly this is just by request of the client... What's the redneck coffin about?" He says gesturing to the Cooler.

Nodoka merely groans. "Casseopeia, remind me to, if and when you get a body - to dunk you in a toilet for that. Put your hands up once you've shook his hand, Elroy. The rest of you, keep your hands up. As for the.. Droid army shtick.. It was my Idea, yes - but I didn't want them to give the middle finger." she says, displeased.

"I will humor Mark - what is in the Cooler?" she says.

Cassiopeia chuckles nervously. "Uhh... Noted? I'm sorry but I thought that giving our salute would be the proper response... A sign respect and all." Seline uses the sling on her new Rifle and rubs the back of her head. "Well, that's not wrong... And I'll agree with Mark in saying that we're not here to take prisoners Nodoka... We're here to find the truth of the matter." She promptly walks up to Willow shooting her a green eyed glare "In particular why the hell you found it appropriate to trigger a Fleet level Jumpdrive right next to a base? Do you have ANY idea how badly things could've turned out if it malfunctioned and took part of the Port with it?" she says sternly, once again falling into her mindset when she worked on Durban.

Willow stops tuning the meaningless rambling of these lessers out in time to hear "took out part of the Port with it?" Her retort is immediate. "I find your lack of faith disturbing. Nonetheless, I didn't do it," Willow gestures at the villainess currently opening the cooler for... something, "She did. And I don't care one way or the other. I have no reason to even hold an opinion on the Freeport or anyone on it beyond that it exists." And with that, a printed magazine of a definitely pornographic nature materializes in her hand. "If that's all you have to say to me, I have no more breath to waste on you."

Teresa's having the time of her life. A show of force clearly compensating for something? Check. Gross lack of maturity from the other side of the table? Check. This having been caught on video? Check. "Now then, I am going to reach into the cooler and produce plum wine and a few folding chairs. I was going to share the alcohol, but you guys were dicks." The people nearest to her are hit with her full... bouquet of combustion and sulfur all the while. Said folding chairs are handed off and deployed in full view of the people there, and the first bottle of 720 AGS Il-de-France Merlot in the Omicron Delta system is opened in front of everyone.

Elroy just shakes the hand of the guy. Like, come on, what's the worst that could happen? Then, yeah, he just keeps his hands visible and takes the folding chair the Dark Lord handed him. "So, this is how you greet every group of businesspeople?" Shawty gestures to, well all this.

Nodoka speaks up as Holt finishes. "You'll probably want to waste breath on this - TITAN. An AI that is, according to what intelligence we've gathered, is on Concordia, some kind of research installation. It told us everything about your organization and your ties to Lost Company. If I were you, I'd answer my questions and do so with respect. I will not, as stated before, tolerate flippancy." she says, her voice cutting through the air like a fine knife. "Now, Are either Somteul or Elroy aware that Lost company uses an intranet, of which, Teresa has read-write access to?" She looks to them, not giving them time to react. "No? Bride, tablet, Honya upload your SSH logs from earlier, Bride, same with you." Pale Bride obliges, grabbing a tablet from her back pocket, whilst Nodoka aims her gun at Holt to retain pressure. Bride slides the tablet to Nodoka, and returns to aim her gun at Holt. Nodoka then retrieves it, and starts using it for a moment, only to reveal the Logs from Honya, displaying them to the two.

She then reveals the contents of the Intranet to the two of them. "Explain to us, why in the everliving, Kentucky Fried Crap is Brooks chatting with people you say are your enemies."

"I have a... wait, lemme see that date again. Huh. I was the "company" in that one mentioning Admiral Blackburn. We were hunting a Harmony battlegroup, if I recall correctly. Against all rational thought, the Admiral hired the Tyrant to hopefully soak up a few shots for us. You may recognize me as the pilot of Alpha-3 in the Sixth Fleet, and this is about the worst shore leave I've had to date, let me tell you. Side note, TITAN's fabricated a bunch of documents, including at least one where I am listed as deceased, so I'm going to take anything that damnable shadow puts out with about as much trust as you appear to be extending to us." She pauses. "Also, it's not an installation, it's a ship we put a hired research group on. Refit Oasis, if I recall correctly."

The Dark Lord takes a swig of wine. "But to answer your question, my outrage over that thief's actions outweighed any dislike of a ragtag band of fight-seekers. Finding someone truly despicable to pile on gets Lost Company off the backs of my guys, at least for a while. We don't exactly have access to warships and whatnot, so we're forced to do things we don't particularly like from time to time. In this case, siccing, however indirectly, a bunch of psychos on who I can only presume to be a kleptomaniac and sociopath on a grand scale judging by what Miss Horizon told me is the best that can be done. It is a case of paying evil unto evil, but at least they're not going after you or me, and that is what's important."

She grins. "With that out of the way, what other concerns should be brought to the Senior Staff's attention?"

Seline tilts her head to Holt. "So this now gives us both sides. Cass, at ease." The moment she says this the Vindicators all Sling their rifles onto their shoulders. Noel walks over to the Senor staff and gestures to the entrance of the ship proper. "From what we of Harpy Squadron were told, we were to have a meeting... We do apologize for threatening you but the clients wishes are top priority... To a point" She cuts a displeased look to Hanamura. "We're Freelancers, not Pirates Nodoka, I for one will not tolerate this behavior on the Hecate. Please, follow us to the meeting room." Mark Nods at Noel. "Agreed, I was told this would be a meeting, I thought you were joking about the Interrogation bit, Mr Carpenter, Ms Holt, Brooks... You're safe aboard the Hecate, you ARE guests after all." Seline lets out a large sigh and looks to Bride and Honya. "You two, lower your weapons and switch safeties to on, Holt, as leader of the Squadron I promise your protection and safety as long as you're on the Hecate... Or you attack us. Then you'll deserve it."