K:*Kadar looks up at the Pope, who has just taken a seat next to the group of Raiders*: So, you've found your way to our little cut of heaven, and you brought booze - which makes you my friend, which is a good thing, how about you pour a few glasses of that brew and we'll see how long it takes to break my liver implants. And aye, Erasmas, to hell with DSE - I despise most corporations really, they're among the worst.
A rather highly polished Renzu Liner slowly rolls up towards the station, with an entire deck encircling most of the ship flashing a multitude of colors, with the occasional laserbeam of light escaping the windows. It's an almost humorous sight, seeing as the Liner itself is larger than the station, and it's difficult to tell who is docking with who. With a bit of finesse and a gentle love tap, the Liner manages to situate an airlock by a mooring fixture, and connect to the station. A man walks through the airlock, wearing a uniform rather reminiscent of a navy of some sort, but it's colored with shades of gray and white. Tall, but average in build. Hair kept short and neat.
Saronsen's brows raise as looks around the station, idly wiping his hands on his pants."Nice place. Someone needs to turn the lights up a bit brighter, but hey." He blows some air out of his lips, before starting to wander around. He spends quite a while just wandering the decks, before he finally stumbles across the bar."Maybe one drink.."He glances around, the bar nice enough for a small station like this. He sets down on a seat by the counter, offering a brief wave at the bartender."Surprise me with something."
The bartender nods and slides his latest customer a tall glass containing a swirly, slightly-fizzing pink liquid. The uppermost layer of the drink is on fire.
"Surprise."
Florence looks up at the man who entered the bar. "Welcome to Seasons, home of Natio Octavarium's ministry. And the Razor's Edge, one of the homes of the Vagrant Raiders. Interesting drink you have there."
Saronsen raises his brows, looking towards the voice. He smirks briefly, picking up the pink liquid without hesitation. Real men can handle pink. "I look rich? It wasn't something else that gave it away?"He glances towards the Bartender."If you could bring the miss here whatever she likes, I'm more than happy to pay for it." He peers back at her, eventually managing to put out the flame and drink from his glass.
"Razor's Edge. One of those strange names Taskmaster Kane keeps coming up with. I don't know where he gets them from. Some are incredibly profound, some just seem like a smattering of consonants with maybe a single vowel thrown in if you're lucky.
"Sorry the lights are kinda dim. I had to push more power to the communications grid because the Metropolis isn't in the system anymore to bounce communications off of."
Saronsen shifts his position on his seat, turning his side towards the counter and leaning on it as he faces the woman. "Kane?"He rolls his eyes up and to the side slightly as he thinks, before sitting upright. "Oh, yeah. He's the one who sent me an invitation to come out here. Needs an investor from the sounds of it."
He pats his hands on his legs."Also, if you need something to help send out communications, you can use my Liner for a bit of a boost. I'm going to be out here for a while anyway."He nods. "Hell that thing could probably power half of this station." He sips from his drink again. It's surprisingly delicious.
"Oh, that big monstrosity with the rave deck is yours? Fancy. You are pretty rich, then." She sets down her drink with a sly smile and extends her hand to him. "Florence Clemens. Chief engineer of the VCS Metropolis. And yeah, we could use an investor. We've run out of cash to fix up the Metropolis, you see, meaning we can't get our nice big happy electronic warfare platform going."
"Filthy so."He takes her hand, giving it a gentle shake. "Saronsen. I would give you my resume, but it's rather extensive. So I'll just go with 'Billionaire.' "He flashes a momentary grin."From what I heard it was an.. ecologically-non-destructive electromagnetic warfare platform. Or if I translate his words to english; an EMP cannon. He honestly could not have found a better person for this."
She chuckled. "I had a feeling." She takes a sip of her drink. "So who are you with? Hackers? Ageira? No one in particular? Because I haven't seen any party boats been entered in the Octavarium citizenship logs."
She thinks for a second.
"Well, there is that Nephilim, but I think that's been converted as a colony ship for an extended family or two. I think."
He raises his brows as he's questioned."...Yes." That turns out to be his witty response, but he continues, grinning slightly."I worked for Ageira, eight or nine years. Not an incredibly long career, but most teenagers aren't building cannons in their basement either. They laughed at me until that pile of scrap blew up my shed while I was presenting it. Worked in weapon research and development during that time." He finishes off his drink, setting the empty glass aside. "Of course there's the story about how my superior took my work and claimed it was him, got the promotion, blah, blah.."He shakes his head, letting out a sigh.
"So I stole about two decades of research from my group, wiped the systems, and took a trip just outside of Liberty. The Lane Hackers were a lot friendlier than I expected, and Mactan is a nice place. Managed to keep away from the Cardamine."Saronsen shifts on his seat, straightening his posture."So that went on for about two years, I pissed off Liberty by being hard to catch, stole a bunch of money from Interspace and Ageira, and camped a lane for a while, collecting the tax from every ship that passed by instead of the corporations."
He clears his throat quietly."For reasons I'm not disclosing, I made peace with Liberty, and.. acquired a Jinkusu. Oh yeah, did I mention I was also technically a Zoner for a while?"He chuckles."That didn't go so well for one reason and another, so I ended up getting rid of that thing and, well, just sort of hoarded my credits, made random investments in the market, and it piled up for me."
He holds his hands up slightly, before dropping them back on his lap."Now here I am, not even thirty years old yet, and I've got nothing but time. Oh. I sort of just ranted on, didn't I?"He looks around idly, before peering back at her with a shrug.