Goon, Hired Goon.

[Hone]

It is after the fighting, the GRN gunboat was taken down and Hudson exits the bomber that shows quite a bit of damage: "Hey!" he calls to the Kusari Exile Marines: "... I tractered some of their crew... saw some pods being ejected... better be careful."

The marines open the hold, and find a few escape pods. One after the other, the pods are opened... 4 Gallic pilots are arrested before the pod of the Merc is the next one.

"Uhhh"
"Parle Parle" Shouted the Goon

A Marine gestured him to get out, while a Kusari marine took him by the arm and pulle dhim out. He is looking into 4 guns and they see that this is not a Gallic, even though he speaks the language. When Hudson hears the voice, he turns around: "Hm? Who are you? How did you get into my hold? YOu are no GRN, are you?"

"Praise the Lord" Cried the Goon, "Im just a Hired Goon, working for the Bretonian go- hey, don't I know you?"

Hudson smirks and nods: "You fly the Hired Goon, a bomber? Saw you in Taus and Leeds a few times."

"Oh thank goodness, SAVED! Thankyou Master! Say uh, you wouldn't have a bounty board wouldya?"

He looks at the man and offers his hand: "Hudson, Harry Hudson. Colonial Bomber wings... and... you should rather get yourself checked up. And then... I don't know. I don't know whether we offer bounties."

"Oh yes yes... sure" Hopping down the Goon ambled away to a mumbled litany of; "Hey you need some work done?... got some spare cash?...Goon for hire...nice ship here, cost much?..."

Harry grins and shakes his head: "... let him go. I know him. He assisted last time when the Brets had no bombers. He is good..." and the marines back off and open the next one... "... hey! What is your name?" he yells after him

Drifitng back over the cacophony of background chatter, all he could make out were the words; "Goon... Hired...Goon"

"That's your name? Really?!" hs laughs and nods... "Alright! Good luck then! See you around!"

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