The Cantina at Tinkers Haven

[FynnMcScrap]

FinnMcKannon was still outside and calming down the angry crewmen as Fynn entered the bar, alerted by Olsens silent alarm. The burly Freelancer mercenary was doing a good job of keeping Burke and his men down at their table, but he clearly did not have the personal authority to do more than deescalate the situation.
And all eyes turned to the lean Foreman as he strolled through the cantina and joined Olsen at the bar, ignoring the commotion as asking for a glass of wine.
Burke was the first to call out over to Fynn, his voice accusingly loud :

Hey, Boss ! Why is Sturm protecting the bloody Hog and why have you allowed him to enter the Haven at all ? Is this a snake hideout now, and no clean Junker base anymore ?

Fynn turned roound calmly, smiling at the joung hotblood crewmen all banding together behind the tall form of their deckmate. His voice was calm and clear, and loud enough in the suddenly silent bar that the people next door in the backroom behind the sliding pannels could hear every word.


Calm down, Burke. Im here to drink my glass. Offduty, like the rest of us, even the Hog back there in the music room. If I´m your Boss and all that at the moment , I wonder why you and your mates didn´t come over to my office and ask me about it, like some of our comrades. A lot of us are worried about the Hogs and their plans here, and if you think I´m taking it easy your deliberately being rude to me, trying to pick a fight. Sounds like you are looking for enough votes to change my policy, eh ? Looking for my job ?

Fynn slowly let the wine circle in his glass, smiling with a cold, thoughtful expression.

Feel free to give it a try if you want, this is no corporate slave mine here.
This is Tinkers Haven, and you and your crewmen have already earned yourself full status.
That is, most of you. But tell me one thing will you ?

The joung Junker Foreman carefulls set his glass of wine down, and turned to face the small group squarely, pointedly showing that he was not wearing a weapon belt or any concealed gun in a single deliberate and controlled slow movement.


This is a peacefull, civilian base, and a lot of us have family here. Or plan to have one at least, with all those pretty nurses around.

He winked at a bosomy girl not far from him , seated together with some other Paramedics and wearing a silver Clinic badge showing her to be a fully trained Crew member, and grinned broadly as a shallow ripple of laughter passed through the room.

I will keep it so, enabeling us all to live a good life here, trading and living without having to check the long range scanners every minute or so yust to survive. And it´s a free life, something to be proud of.
If you are so eager to pick a fight with any Hogosha pilot or Xeno fanatic, why are you not out there at the Spire, joining the Marauders or at least offering them fighting support in a Recycler or Bulldog ?

Now Fynns voice was cold and harsh, and nobody in the room failed to notice that he stood in an easily balanced and well trained pose, the body language of an experienced martial arts expert and knife fighter.

If you really want to pick a fight with one of our guests here at the Haven then remember that is our home.
This is no shady bar where you can bigmouth around for a laugh or pose for the girls. This is my home turf.
I hated the Hogs half my life and tasted blood before you ever left the safety of Puerto Rice for your first stint as a scrapper. I´ve been out there in small ships, no heavily armoured Sallys. I saw them bleed and got cut, traded a life for a life , not only some shots at far distance. So if you want to challenge me or my decisions then do it in an open vote to change the Havens policy or shut up and stop annoying me before you just might get the barfight you obviously are aching for. Don´t hide behind big words or great speaks.

Silence gathered in the big room, as the jounger crewmen slowely backed away from Burke, leaving him standing alone. And with a high colour Burke started stammering something about not fair and just saying his thoughts like any free Junker.
Fynn interrupted him curtely , his voice still loud enough for all to hear :


Every guest is welcome here at the Haven, and is asked to respect our code. And If you all want to keep your eyes open and stay carefull you are only doing what I expect you to do. The Kusari respect strength, and they understand buisness, same as we do. Treat them fairly till they give you a reason to stop them.
And now let me drink my wine, ´cause I have the same rights to this bar and my free time as the rest of you.

Turning around Fynn nodded to FinnMcKannon, gesturing the senior security officer to step back and let the men settle down again. And he ignored the chatter rising around the cantina till an old Freelance pilot sitting at a table at the other end of the room started slowely to clap, others joining in till the room was thundering with the applause of the guests and Haven members. Traders, medical staff and Junkers alike showing their support in one great and thundering appeal. Now you could see the colour rising in the joung Foremans neck and face, till he gestured and pleaded them to stop. It took some time till he could speak above the commotion, with all starting to laugh again as he coughed out theatrically till they where silent again.

OK, I get it, your after a free round again. Olsen will take it on my slate and thanks for your support.
Remember, friends. We work for a better life here, for us all. And the first encounter we have to master lies deep within ourselves. Think first, act afterwards. Now grab yourself a drink, and that means you too, Burke. There´s nothing wrong in speaking ones mind, but we want no vengeance trolling here.

The rest of the words went down as the room started to drone with voices and the normal noise of the buisy cantina, and with Fynn still standing at the bar several members closed in and started to discuss with him. Still visible through the half open sliding door to the backroom where Sturm and the Yamamichi - gumi guest named Sato where sitting. Fynn caught Sturms eye and nodded to them both, slightly raising his glass in a silent salute.

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FynnMcScrap, Foreman of Tinkers Haven