The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

[Reverend Del]

Sylpheed turned away from the table to look around. Listening to his comms device his face darkened. He pushed his chair back and stood up.

"Captain's name? Right I should have guessed. Little punk bastard owes me big for this."

He walked over to the two fellows sitting opposite each other, with a nod he acknowledged Skye's presence. Grabbing Kale by the back of his neck he lifted the man out of his seat. Sylpheed was not a small man anymore, nearly a year of constant workouts had built his physique to quite an impressive level, standing about 6 feet tall to start his legs and arms were like tree trunks, his chest barrel shaped and solid. To see under his flight uniform was to bear witness to the impressive number of scars he'd earned from failed assassination attempts, being Crime Boss meant always being alert for your own life.

Turning Kale around, Sylpheed glared into the pirates eyes.

"Want to explain why there's an RM-1 parked on my mooring point?" He punctuated the sentence by throwing Kale to the floor. "Answer better be good, boy."

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.