Dabadoru Station, Omicron Delta

[Eduard]

The Guildmaster nodded anticipatively at both of their salutations. " Greetings, greetings. " his mind would murmur, but it is self understandable that the echoes of that repeated world wouldn't stretch farther than mere, electrifying manifestation of thoughts. After all, who would greet twice?

I shall have a marinated pork scruff dressed in white wine, and a garniture of mashed potatoes and sourly marinated cucumbers. And a glass of red wine, as well. " He ordered towards the waitress when he finished picking the orders of the guests.

As the waitress noted what had to be noted, Corke turned his eyes, and head.

" Pleased to make an acquaintance with you, mister Martin Reynolds. But yes, let us talk business.

I am sure that the matters which we discussed in space are more than pleasing, are they not? "

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King Eduard is the greatest

[Haste]

Recalling the fat paycheck deposited on one of his many bank accounts, Martin was inclined to agree.

"They are indeed, Guildmaster. Very much so."

He leaned on his left elbow, which was comfortably resting on the chair's armrest.

"But when we get down to the details, an environment like this is preferable to the cold emptiness of space, wouldn't you agree?"

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[Eduard]

Indeed. I agree wholeheartedly " Corke intonated with a faint smile prompting on his lips as they stretched throughout his mouth while at the same time, his hand's appendages coiled against one another, constricting themselves as he laid his arms on the table, with the fists tucked into one another, delivering an air of patience and expectation.

One could only guess randomly what was it that he was expecting more: The deal, or the meal? The answer was obvious as Corke was a man of taste and ambition and therefore, he'd settle for nothing less than both options.

" I believe a summary, or... more properly addressed: a revision of what we decided would be in order under normal circumstances, is that so? " his right eyebrow shuddered in paroxysmal motion as it raised itself through a motion of his face muscles. Faint, subtle, almost inconspicuous wrinkles would erect scantily nearby the raised eyebrow. His body didn't hesitate in embracing the forties, but in fact, his body had no other choice as the signs of age proliferates upon ones body and mind with a total absent of any remorse.

" But... " he said with a coarse voice only to clear his throat right afterwards.

" I would like to clear the details regarding the methods with which you will have your equipment refurbished " he then exuded with an obviously more wet tone as the appendages of his hands, the fingers, released one another so that the palms would point towards the two Reavers, giving them freedom of speech.

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King Eduard is the greatest