First Sirian on New Paris

[oZoneRanger]

It was unlike anything they had ever seen. The crew of the Derived Demand was nervous, amazed and a bit drunk. Below decks on the Demand the Party was in full force. Jesus Malverde sat and looked at the monitors from the navigation cameras, he wanted to make sure his ship would fit in the strange docking mechanisms.

"Jefe...dis New Paris...did you know it was here?" Orlando had lived 3 lifetimes of new sensations in less than 36 hours.

"Orlando, I don't think anyone knew this was here." Malverde had been more concerned about the large number of warships and the level of alertness at which everyone seem to be.

The Derived Demand went through its automated dock procedures and Landed on New Paris. Malverde got up and walked to the rear of the bridge, near the bulkhead to the airlocks. Down the hallway he saw the Vips he had been asked to transport, come up from below decks.

The security personnel escorted them to the airlock and they were about to head out the door. An older larger man near the end of the group raised his voice "Hey Otis..."

At the very front of the group a man with two elegant but drunk girls under each of his arms turned around as he was first in stepping off the Derived Demand and onto Planet New Paris. The group followed him out, leaving Malverde staring at the empty hallway of his ship.

"What now Jefe?" Asked Orlando.

"Well....I don't know about you...but me, I am gonna go get my gun, and stay on board the ship." Malverde was already walking towards his cabin.

"Really Jefe, you gonna wear your gun? Here?" Orlando was puzzeled.

"Give the crew some leave Orlando, but stay close and sober enough to get us out of here quick if we need to." Malverde already in his cabin strapping his DM special onto his left leg. "Ill be on the Bridge."

"Si..Jefe.." Orlando walked off to give the crew the half good news. Shore leave, but some soberness would have to be maintained.

Back on the bridge of the Derived Demand, Jesus Malverde sat down and looked over everything he had been scanning. He was trying to put all of the pieces together. "If I did not know any better, I would think these people are going to war." Malverde tapped his chair with his fingers and rubbed his chin. "Lots of profit in wars as well."