Hank was flying around, lost in the cloud near Padua. He was certain The Nonsense Factory was close to Padua, but he couldn't ascertain where. His headset cackled and Moka's voice came over the radio waves instructing him to get to The Nonsense Factory. He didn't dare ask where it was, for fear of looking foolish. He had a bone to pick with Richard and he didn't trust the techie any more he could throw him. He stopped on Padua and asked Amy behind the counter at the bar. After discovering where he made his way to see The Lord.
Ampere carried out his duties on The Nonsense Factory communication systems and relay systems. Rogue comm channels often fuzzy and has a slight background static interfere to it to it do to the clouds around it. He was just about to test the new relays when he seen on Attica's docking log Hanks ship just arrived. "Huh.. " he nodded to his assistant and went back to his office for a coffee.
Hank arrived at Attica, it had been some time since he was here but it didn't excuse the fact he should have known where The Nonsense Factory was. Moka couldn't comprehend the stupidity of Hank and was awaiting him in the main manufacturing hall of the Factory. It was a buzz of activity as Ampere had a production line in full operation, manufacturing odds and ends that at some point came together as ships. Moka was notified that Hank had arrived and sent a runner to go get him while he continued wandering through the factory, unhindered.
The Factory seemingly underwent some upgrade and re arrangement. New cargo bays and new engineer bays being built to accommodate a seemingly bigger demand than years ago. The seemingly over organised system that was working around the clock still had many marks of rogue lifestyle. Between two service bays a smaller local bar, serving the working man even during shift.
Welding sparks and heavy machinery noises in the main hangar bay, where many of the older Scyllas parking being seemingly re fitted with new tech as well as a few legendary ship, that served within the realms of the Rogues. There were two Scyllas parking in the middle of the bay in a separated area, guarded well. On the side of one of them was the letters painted "The Legendary Foe" A ship well respected within the crew who was working with Ampere.
A section of the factory were leading to something that more looked like an old pirate ships quarters. Other than the usual mechanical tools, there was a lot of electronic equipment, loots from different raids and missions, boxes of fine whiskey and other stuff. An open door in the corner, not hard to miss from the smooth scent of freshly brewed coffee as its lingers around the small space. On the door a small sign "Ampere" text written on it. His little space since he joined the Rogues packs years and years ago.
Moka saw the goon, Hank, arrive shortly after he sent his runner out. Hank seemed short of breath and quite sheepish as he made his way to Moka. "The hell took you so long, clown?" Moka retorted. Hank shrugged and didn't say nothing, as he usually did when Moka barked at him. He instructed Hank to follow him as they walked past a wheeled tray containing hundreds of used cans of WD-80. Moka jokingly questioned "Who orders that stuff?" Hank exploded in explanation trying to incriminate Ampere for over-purchasing the stuff whilst at the same time only making himself look more foolish than Moka cared to believe. "You know, you stupid fuck, that shit makes the moving parts on your ship stop sticking together. If you can't figure that out with out baiting Richard then I have made a grave error in keeping you close to me" Hank was in horror, he knew full well that useless people didn't last by Moka's side. He started stammering and stuttering trying to find the next excuse before Moka back handed him into silence. "Come with me, you useless fuck." Moka instructed as he headed towards Ampere's door.
Ampere were sitting at his desk inside his little flat looking room that he occupied for a long time now and made it into his home, his only home. Looking over some documents and new reports from around the system. Fresh coffee next to his personal tablet rested along side with two more mugs. Upon seeing Moka and Hank, he stood up respectfully leaving every work behind for a second. "Lord Moka" He didnt even bothered to say Hank's name, and he just nodded in confidence. "Coffee? Gentleman? or something stronger" he offered in a smooth tone.
Moka looked around the place, moving this and examining that. He recognized a lot of the older contraptions about the place but it all looked the same way as Ampere's predecessors. Moka finishes his little look around and replied to Ampere's question and retorted in asking for Dublin whiskey on the rocks. He looked over at Hank who was shifting slightly on his feet and asked him "Didn't you have something to ask Ampere? I'm not here for a social visit." Hank stammered a little before composing himself and declared that Ampere was wasting The Lords money on useless novelties and how he could justify last months shipment of WD-80. He looked pleased with himself as he produced from his own datapad that the last few months the quantity was growing. Moka looked across at Ampere with a half smirk and raised an eyebrow as if to silently say "You want to explain it to dimwit?"
Ampere bowed his head for Moka's request, and reached under his desk pulling out a unopened long-aged slightly dusty bottle of Whiskey. While he was preparing the drinks he said "Im more than happy to explain the number of orders to.. this" he made a general gesture in the direction of Hank while handing the whiskey with two big ice cubes in it "But im afraid it would met with the same darkness" He takes a sip of his coffee before putting his fists onto the desk looking into Hanks eyes with a glimmer of full hatred and fury towards hank "Our shipline is old lad.. lots of moving parts, lots of mechanical lubricant is needed to keep them afloat. Now you tell me a better way to keep them working... im all ears" He stood up straight crossing his arms looking at Hank.
Hank beamed, he knew in his heart he could nail Ampere's answer. "I thought you were the best of the best the Rogues had to offer. Lord Moka wouldn't have put you here to just lube up anything that squeaks. If that were the case, I'd tend your own voice box with a ton of the stuff" Moka remained silent, looking between the boys lodging crap talk at each other. Moka knew outright why Ampere was there, and the order for WD-80 was already signed and discussed months ago.
Ampere was a man of principles, he rarely lost his temper. Last time it happened many died to the the lack of.. oxygen in space. He placed his fits down at the table again "Now you listen here very closely. Im not someone who takes such words from someone who aimlessly wonders around in space in the search of THIS VERY FACTORY!" He rages while his personal data-pad lists Hanks navigation log. "I'AM the best you ever gonna see in your pointless life and and believe you me..." He leans closer "You haven't seen half of the things im capable of"