Club Abyss, Ibiza Station.

[Chenzo-]

Club Abyss has a notorious reputation of one of the loudest party places in the whole Edge worlds. One of the major exchange points for Cardamine between Outcasts and various smuggler dealers, the place for cheap prices. Also one of the largest slave markets in the area. Not a day passed without somebody getting killed, overdosed and thrown out of the station via airlock all while the cheering audience enjoys the execution show.

This is a club with sections that are owned by various differant Don's of the Maltese nation.

You must keep your wits about you whilst having fun, so muc as looking at somone in the wrong way could cost you your life.

A dangerous place for some, for others their second skin, where buisness and social entwine into one.

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[JunkerTown]

*The Junker Congress party pulls into Ibiza after arriving in Alpha. Convoy consists of the capital flagship Claymore.O'Gordon, a barge Forum and two salvagers Metallurgist and JunkTown. Ibiza is hailed from James Trenton's ship JunkTown.*

Ibiza docking control this is Congress convoy entering your scanner range. We have a load of workers enroute to Malta and request docking permission for this ship.

The station responds.. Roger that Congress ship JunkTown you are clear to proceed docking bay one.

Claymore.O'Gordon's captain Robert Murphy contacts James Trenton..

Ya gunna be oight oot 'ere Cap'n?

Yea Murph you escort the rest of the convoy over to Malta and unload those workers. Then return to Puerto Rico I'll call you when I'm done here.

Roga tha' Cap.. Sett'n corse naw.

The convoy engages cruise engines and slowly pulls away from Ibiza.
JunkTown creeps into the docking bay and gently touches down.

Onboard James opens a drawer and removes a small nasal clip.
He inserts the clip into his nostrils and breathes deeply.
Turning to Marcus he says..
Modern miniature sinus air filter.
Top of the line in technology and keeps the cardi from frying my noodle.
Guess your not gonna need one!
Right my fine metal friend?!
Marcus grumbles..
No sir.. we do not.

He smiles slightly at him when he says..
Ya gotta lighten up ole friend. I was kidding! Anyway.. lets head over to the bar.

Aye sir on your six.

James and Marcus disembark from JunkTown and make their way to Club Abyss. As they approach the bar Marcus extends his hand to the bartender and says..

Greetings hombre this is the Junker Congress's Deputy Arbiter James Trenton. He is here to meet with Chenzo who should be expecting us. Could you tell us.. Is he here?

The bartender turns to them and looks very surprised by the large robot speaking to him. Not saying a word he just stares blankly at the machine.

James glances over at his bodyguard and whispers..
I think ya scared him.
Looking back towards the barkeep he says..
Hey pal were just lookin' for Chenzo ya seen him around?
Never taking his eyes off the metal monster the bartender points to a private corner booth and says nervously.
Senor Chenzo said he would meet ya over there amigo.
Ahh very good! Have a waitress send over a bottle of your finest. Please do tell Chenzo that were here.. comprendes?
Si, senor muy bien.
James leaves a few creds on the bar and makes his way towards the corner.
He sits down on the couch while Marcus stands guard.

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[Chenzo-]

Chenzo recieves word from what apeard to be a very shocked bar-tender.

The bar tender apeard to be whispering as though he didn't want to be heard.

Your guest has arrived sir, but he's got a rather large robot with him.

He pauses


I think that thing c-could do some s-serious d-damage sir.


Vin Chenzo stares at the comm device, anger fillls his body.

He checks the line to make sure it's secure.

He begins to shout, but before he could utter a word he stopped.

"Don't worry about it senor, that's not just any old junker, it's the deputy of their entire operation. You can expect such precautions"

"Inform them I'll be there shortly and offer them a choise of anything they would like"

"Oh, make sure all members of his party are provided with breathing equipment."

"One more thing, Keep who it is to yourself, I don't want any trouble"

Chenzo ends the communication

Without a moment of ending the commnication, he jumped to his feet and launched his Sabre from the Fantasia.

Within ten minutes he'd docked at Ibiza and headed straight for his personal suite.

With the flik of a button, he asked the bar tender to lead the Junkers party into his suite.

As James and his bodyguard arrive, the doors open automaticly, allowing them to see an entirely white-lit room with almost no furniture.

At the back of the room, Chenzo sat on a white chair.
Vin Chenzo apears tense, almost in pain.

"Welcome, Senor Trenton"

His gase drawn to the rather intimidating Robot stood to the side of James.

"That is indeed a fancy peice of kit senor, Maybe I could purchase a few for bouncers... Then again, that might scare away buisness.."

He gets up and gestures towards the robot, then gestures for James to take a seat.

The doors close behind them as they enter.

Chenzo firmly sits back down, before taking a sip of his drink.

"I trust your journey was pleasant?"

A table and another chair, similar to the one Chenzo was sat on began to rise from the floor.

"I can assume your friend there would prefure to stand, Si?

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[JunkerTown]

James takes a seat and looks at Marcus.
Wanna sit down?
Marcus shakes his head indicating.. No.
Yea he's fine standing.
Nice place ya got here.. lots of space.
Marcus is uh.. rather unique and a bit more than just mechanical.
Ones that are a bit less personable could perhaps be possible to purchase.
Since we do have several of the droids just this one is active.. for now.
Long story behind that.. but still.
That's not really the reason you graciously invited us here.. I'm sure?

So.. Que paso amigo?

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[Chenzo-]

A wide grin spreads across Vin Chenzo's face.

"I'm a man who is allways interested in new technology. I've allways managed to find alternate and more efficient uses for things.."

His grin dissapears.

"You have indeed been invited here for a specfic reason"

Chenzo places his hand on the table, a screen that took up the entire right-hand side of the room turns transparant, revealing a dance floor behind it.

Chenzo turns to James, looking rather embarresed.

"That.. simply wasn't meant to happen"

He moves his hand again, this time the table itself displays an image infront of James.

"what you are looking at is the delivery scheduel I'll need you to be meeting"

A serious look falls over his face

"I'll not dance around the obvious. I'm building a new instalation."

He takes a sip of his drink before continueing.

"The complications we spoke of before are regarding the Warship you use to get here.."

"I'm going to allow it, as I can see it's essential for the job to happen."

"Here's the bad part of the complications..."

"I'll be needing more than I initially anticipated, a list of how much is infront of you."

300,000 Ship Hull Panels
25,000 Robotics
120,000 Industrial Materials

"I'd like you to be able to meet all aforementiond deliveris, plus this one.. for as much under 2.5 Billion as possible"

He leans back into his chair.

"All you will need to do is deliver to Albion Light, my men will take care of the rest"

"How about it?"

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[JunkerTown]

James listens as Chenzo speaks and looks at the screen display before him.

So just to make things clear..
You want to add these things to the list and to keep the price under 2.5 billion.

Only thing is...


James lifts his hand holding a drink and takes a sip. He then continues..

For us to take less than two and a half billion wouldn't make sense financially.
Altho we can do it for 2.5 billion.
If you agree we will begin moving supplies to Albion Light immediately.
So...

He extends his hand out to Chenzo.

Do we have a deal?

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[Chenzo-]

James's last comment left Chenzo flusterd.

"You mean to say, it's not financially viable for yourselvs for less, but on the mark is alright?"

Chenzo abruptly stands up

"Senor, I'll snap your hand off with that deal!"

He sits back down, takes a sip of his drink before speaking again.

"I'd say that this personally, is a huge favour...I'd certainly feel within your debt"

"I don't like oweing people things senor, be it credits, stock or whatever..."

"If you are indeed serious with the offer, I'm going to say that I almost definatly owe you"

"Is there anything the Maltese nation can offer you personally, or the Congress alike?"

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[JunkerTown]

James appears a bit confused as Chenzo makes his speech.
As Chenzo finishes James raises an eyebrow and turns his head slightly as he says..

Uhm.. well alright?
Now just so were both on the same page here.

James looks at Marcus and nods.
Marcus's eyes flash and change color from yellow to blue.
A blue holographic image is projected and hovers just above the table.
The image is the full list of the requested supplies.

450,000 Ship Hull Panels
420,000 Industrial Materials
175,000 Robotics
150,000 Basic Alloy
150,000 Super Alloy
150,000 Optronics
150,000 Cryocubes
75,000 Polymers
75,000 Xenobiotic Filters

James continues..
This is a full list of what you need for us to move.
Were going to do this for the agreed upon price of two point five billion.
As for owing us.. Well I'll say this.
I don't mind doing favors for my family or friends.
Perhaps in the future we might need a favor.
Now should that day ever come?
It is my hope you give us the same respect and generosity that you are being shown here.
So shall we get started or is there anything else before we go?

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[Chenzo-]

"It would seem that we are on the same page senor..."

"Deliveries, as previously specified are to begin as soon as possible..."

Another flik of his hand across the table turns the glass pannel showing the dance floor into a screen, Chenzo annotates what's able to be seen.

"This is my Estate upon Malta senor... You will find it's not your agerage Cardi-Farm.."

"I have 3 main teams of workers, in three differant fields which surround the Mansion. The team that boasts the most proffit per season get a bonus.."

"The workers are just as I said; paid workers. You won't find a single slave. I can boast this as well as being the -most- proffitable farm on Malta for the square acerage"

"You can feel free to make use of the estate's facilities, I'm sure haulin' is hard work..."

Chenzo's expression once again falls blank.

"With regards to your last comment.. We hold honour above anything else senor..."

"I will hold my end of the deal up as you have spoken and acted with honour."

"Quite simply, you have my respect. I'd sooner die than diss-respect somone without cause"

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[JunkerTown]

James watches the screen as he listens to Chenzo. Looking up at him as he finishes with his honor speech. James says..

Alright amigo we have alot to do.
As a show of good faith let me just, please give me a moment..

James pauses and looks over at Marcus as he says..

Marcus call up Murphy.

Marcus's eyes flash again and a green holographic image of Murphy appears.
At first Murphy is laughing and socializing with folks around him at the Drunken Junker pub. When he realizes the comm link is open he hushes folks around him and straightens himself out.
He clears his throat and says..
Roight Boss watadaya need'n?

Murphy get the Gordon, Forum and Collector ready to move to Alpha. Have them loaded up with ship hull panels too.

Aye cap! wer' on da wa'

James nods and Marcus ends the communication. The image fades as Marcus's eyes flash back to yellow. Now looking back towards Chenzo James says..

About 35,000 ship hull panels will be arriving shortly.
Please inform Albion's station master to be ready to receive them.
My duties require me back in Rico to coordinate these trade runs.
So regretfully as your home looks quite lovely I cannot stay.
We will be leaving shortly after the convoy arrives.
Thank you for your most gracious hospitality.
We will be in touch.
Marcus.. lets go.

James stands up and walks towards the door which opens automatically.
At a brisk pace Marcus follows close behind.
Glancing back James says to him..

Round up the rest of the crew and tell them were leaving when they arrive.
Get the JunkTown ready for departure and set course for Albion Light.
We will wait for the convoy there.

Aye sir consider it done.

Exiting the room the doors close behind them.

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