Scarlet turns to face the door and newcomer, the glare reserved for Pete's demands, semi-drunken state and manners still firmly fixed upon her face. The 'welcome' party ushers him inside and closes the bulkhead behind him. Silence greets him for a few minutes, even the holographic display in the middle of the table freezes mid-revolution as the ensign in the corner turns to peer undisguised at the new addition.
Finaly deciding on a warm, mostly, attitude, Scarlet moves towards him, holding her hand out once near."Welcome... And you would be?"
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"My name is Jonathan Hamilton Cook, adoptive nephew of Peter Brimstone" - he pointed towards Uncle Pete, who had a large smile stamped upon his face, simultaneously shaking Scarlet's hand with mild enthusiasm - "Former head of Security, PR and Transportation at ToP before I was... misplaced..." - he rubs the back of his neck - "My dear Uncle is needed back at Slum City, and as such I've been sent back to take his place at the table, which reminds me..."
Breaking eye contact with the woman in front of him for the first time, he grabbed Pete by the back of the neck, forcing him, and, by extension, Smudge up from their seats. He muttered a few inaudible words into Pete's left ear before forcing him out of the room, throwing the wine bottle into a nearby trash disposal unit.
Ignoring the many pairs of eyes piercing him, Jonathan directed himself at the table, dusting off Pete's old seat before sitting on it. Smashing his briefcase ontop of the table, he removed a mess of blank papers from within it, followed by a black pen. He set the briefcase down and faced the table for the first time.
"Well then, let's proceed, shall we?"
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"Quite... Tell me, my dear lass, I haven't had the time to... catch up on what's happened here, considering my Uncle's rather unique... state of mind, as of late. Not to mention his companion didn't seemed to recall much either. And, considering I HAVE been gone for quite a while, I'd like to ask two very important questions. One, what might your name be? And two, who would be leading the negotiations at this point?"
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Partialy bristling at having someone on her ship who didn't so much as know her name, Scarlet levels a poisonous glare towards him. The fleeting thought of how unfair she was being passed among several staff members as she answers icily, but knowing thier captain and comander they wisely kept thier mouths shut for later mess's."I would be Admiral Scarlet Orias, who's flagship you are standing aboard..."
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Jonathan picked up on the atmosphere quickly. He cursed at himself mentally for his lack of tact.
"My dear lass, I've been lost in Gallia for the past six months. I've barely managed to stay alive through their constant attempts to blast me into space dust. Two days ago, I stole a Sabre from an Outcast pilot in some God-forsaken space port, made my way to Kansas, had two pounds of metal extracted from my right leg, then had Smudge call me, hysterical, that they needed me aboard a carrier. I apologize dearly if I have offended you, as I'm sure I have, but I have no idea what day it even is, nor the state of mind required to produce the faintest formalities. However, and I admit it may seem much to ask, but I respectfully request that you would humour me"
The people sitting around the table looked in confusion as Jonathan got up, packed his things into the briefcase and made his way around the table to face Scarlet, hand outstretched.
"Greetings, Admiral Orias. My name is Jonathan Cook, and it is an honour to finally get to meet you in person. I hope we can lead both our groups into a shining new future away from the opressive influence of House Space and in doing so provide a great example of human triumph over adversity"
And awkward moment of silence followed as the two people stood in front of each other. It seemed like an eternity before Jonathan turned to face Daniels.
"Same for the Cerberus chap. Hello, sir"
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Surprised about the event that occurred which lead into the replacement of Uncle Pete he waited for the right moment to greet the newcomer. When Jonathan finally faced him he responded.
Daniels :Good day mister Cook, pleasure to meet you.
When he sat down again he refilled his cup with coffee.
Taking the Admiral's silent handshake as a warning that he was off the hook (at least for the time being), Jonathan tipped his head towards Daniels when he responded, then made his way back to his chair. Sitting down and once more removing everything from inside his briefcase, Jonathan faced the still stationary holo-display.
"Well?" - he asked, getting impatient - "Shall we discuss the future of our little slice of heaven, or am I to turn around and face another night of Uncle Pete's drunken singing?"
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Shaking her head with a half-vacant air, Scarlet shrugs, an unusual guesture for someone who tries thier best to apear "refined". She guestures towards the holographic images hanging suspended above the table.
"We where discussing our plans for the system, ignoring the threat of Liberty intervening for now, would you like a complete recap or can you settle for the matters that affect your particular organisation?"
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"I'd prefer to remain an informed man, if it isn't much of a bother. I have learned that overlooking seemingly trivial details can lead to some... needlessly complicated situations"
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