After a long vacation, i started my shift at Ft.Bush. I then proceeded to patrol New York, nothing much happened. After a bit of squabble over some transport holding synth mary, then cardi, then Bounty Hunter pilots, i encountered a Junkers ship with Rogue pilots.
I was at first going to let them go, until they said that they came from Gunboats. So i proceeded to get them to drop them, when they already left my scanners. Luckily, the other Junkers friend wanted to make a deal. He claimed that they rescued the pilots from near death, for they were floating aimlessly in space. I offered that i would take them to a secure medical facility for treatment, then they had to explain why they were in there life pods before they stand any kind of trial. He offered them up in exchange for compensation for there own medical care they made for them. I told them i would talk it over with my superiors. The Junker also said that he is trying to make a better image of themselves and hope to deal with lawful people as nice as myself.
Afterwords, i told him perhaps our officials might talk it over.(even though i don't think it would ever happen)
Anyways i got off shift, and hit the bar. Nothing much else after that.
Jean: I must confess, as infuriating and arrogant as Gambit can be, those eyes, that grin, that body, it takes a girl's breath away. Cyclops: Oh, really? When next the opportunity presents itself, remind me to drop a truck on him. Xavier: Cyclops. Cyclops: A big truck. Xavier: Cyclops! Cyclops: A really big truck. Xavier: CYCLOPS!