Couple drinks, couple things... [With the captain of Rust.Defiance]

[Rusty Wing]

---

Trafalgar base.
New London, C3 sector.
18:22
16.07.824 A.S
Temperature at the station: 18°C
Level of oxygen: Normal

---

A man in fully clad combat armor came out of the cargo bay of the gunboat . After examining the hangar with eyes under his helmet, he adjusted the plasma pistol hanging in the holster. Nothing has changed since he was here last time. It seems, junkers kept their promise about the fact that the purchase he bought will remain only his property. He looked at the pile of boxes standing in the distance. All in all, smuggling is fine too. He wanted to take off his helmet, however, suddenly changed his mind and slowly went to the exit.
"Home, sweet home..."
He said quietly and continues his way. Nearby he noticed wide boxes made of reinforced, high-carbon steel. They were almost nothing but words in capital letters, such as "RAGNAROK" or "ASURAS". All these boxes were equipped with a combination lock, the password from which he knew only. Approaching the door, he slid his hand over the dashboard and immediately disappeared in the corridors of Trafalgar base.

---

On the way to the bar, only a couple of times people met, and they, recognizing in him a "regular customer", smiled and waved. From impatience and the expectation of the upcoming meeting, the man in the armor took a quick step, going through poorly lit corridors.
"If everything goes as it should, then I will not just become rich, I will finally leave this hole and buy an island on some planet to make even more credits.
Finally, music and loud voices came to his ears. He was close.

---

A man in the armor...

...entered in the bar of Tafalgar. Each step was accompanied by the ringing of the zippers of the armor. The helmet completely covered his face. He looked around the room and stopped only at the man sitting at the bar counter. Apparently, it was the person, who has to be his partner in the future.
He approached the man and said:
"So, is it you, callsign "Freelancer-1"? I would prefer to choose another table to sit down. For example, there."
He pointed to the most distant table, where no one could really hear them.
"And what do you prefer to drink? Whiskey? Cardi-cola? Or may be quite exotic vodka?

---

Honor. Duty. Courage.

(^Click on me^)