'Ok, now I'm confused' was the first thought that flittered into Saiker's brain. 'The guy puches me up, then get's me a whisky?'
It arrived, and Saiker downed it quickly, wiping blood from his brow.
"Well, put it this way... I've had the ship a damned sight longer than your...upsets... with the Outcasts have been happening. I used to be a welcome sight on Buffalo..."
He paused.
"Look, I mean no disrespect to you or any of your men, but I can't just dump it somewhere, do you have any idea how much damage an idiot in a destroyer can do? Well, you're a smart man, of course you do..."
The barman had poured another whisky, and Saiker downed this one too... good stuff only came by every now and again.
"Immortalis is now about 50k north, sector A3, go blow her up if you want to... there's noone on board."
He finished. Skye was watching silently, and Sylpheeds face was unreadable.