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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"Giving me lip boy?" Sylpheed swung a fist into Kale's stomach. "I don't like lip. You think I don't know everything that goes on in this place? You think that I don't know every bolt and plate on this station?" Sylpheed swung another punch, although Kale was smart enough to doge he still connected a glancing blow which sent Kale sprawling into another table.
"I know it was partked and I know how long for. Nobody disobeys me on this or any other Rogue station, you hear me, boy? I see or hear of that ship docked on this base, or Buffalo, ever again and you'll be delivered back aboard it in a pine box, clear?"
"Now get up off the floor. Barman two whiskey's and you'd better make it the good stuff." Sylpheed watched Kale get up onto his feet. Walking over to the bar he picked up the two drinks and headed back to the table.
"Drink. Don't take me for a fool boy. Not now, not ever. You've been given one more chance than most folks get, so I suggest you make good with it.
Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.
'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.
"Blow it up? Outcast troubles? Boy, you have no idea do you?"
Sylpheed downed his whiskey.
"It's not about troubles, it's about resources. Buffalo ain't got the resources to be dealing with any Gunboats or capital ships, even the regular Rogues don't park em there. Hell even I don't park my big ships there. Alcatraz is where we park ours and that's why there ain't enough room or resources for any more. We ain't a rich bunch. Next time you want to come to Alcatraz drop it off on Montezuma, the boys will ferry you across without fuss."
Sylpheed stood up. "That goes for any of you rats. Disobey a direct order any of them and I will tear you down."
Sylpheed turned back to the bar.
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"An RM-1 is an Outcast Destroyer. Immortalis is an Outcast Destroyer that's flown by me alone, using a revelutionary system that allows me to control everything from one central spot. No crew to worry about, no extra food, no responsibility on anyone else. In her cargo bay is usually a Sabre, mine. However, at the moment it is docked on Alcatraz, down below."
Saiker turned to Skye.
"I know very little about you. All I know is that you posess great power, and wield it in unusual forms."
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