Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic

[Silver]

Kalliste smirked.

"Alright Steffy."

She poured more Jack Daniels into her glass.

"Seems you're willing. Let's see if you survive."

She grabbed her data-pad and started to type.

"It will be hard, i can tell you that, your hands will be shaking, your arms tired and your soul spent."

She grabbed her cigar again and inhaled some more.

"Any attempt to get knowledge that can and would damage the Reaver Merc. Company will far away from your grasp, since well.. We don't trust rooks. And we normally kill them in the most gruesome of fashions. Just a lil' warnin'."

She propped herself up from the chair, and put the cigar away in the whisky glass.

"There will be 8 Gaian shooters and 6 Tizzies with your name waiting with the Chief, in the ship-bay. Use them wisely. In the end of the trainee crash-head-course, they will be returned, of course."

She smirked, and started to walk away.

"Good luck in not getting murdered, Bentwris. That's your new callsign by the way."

Her laughter was noticeable and she sat near Copper.

"Bentwrist Reaver. Eh."

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop