Garin unsheathed one of his swords and crept towards the bridge, head lowered. He checked his corners, sword raised to neck level.

Drake paused, recognizing the sound of an unsheathed sword. Considering that all of the guards had been eliminated, and none of the passengers [i]should[/i] be carrying swords, that narrowed the possibility of his mystery assailant to one person... He rounded the the corner of a large cargo crate, with a few feet between him and Garin. His prosthetic arm was raised in front of him, and his hand had formed the shape of a finger gun, which he mockingly “shot” once at Garin, recognizing his crew mate on sight. “[b]I was wondering when you’d show up,[/b]” Drake said sardonically.

Garin shook his head and sheathed his sword. "So, you like this ship enough to steal it, eh? Figured you'd take the loot, and probably me, and I would just pop up on your ship." He sighed, grinning. "It's good to see you, Captain."

“[b]It’s better than that rust-bucket that we came here on, and she’s got a good frame too. Wouldn’t expect that from a passenger liner, but looks can be deceiving.[/b]” His left hand, which had been mostly disguised by his crimson jacket, then re-holstered his blaster, which had been disguised by the exaggerated finger gun in the off chance that it wasn’t actually Garin around the corner. “[b]It’s good to see you too man. Now c’mon, lemme show you th’ cockpit.[/b]”

Garin would follow Drake, keeping his hand on his waist in case they happened to bump into her. "This is pretty ni-" Garin paused, frozen with fear. "My wines. My three-hundred year old wines. What happened to them?"

“[b]Relax. We transferred what little was on that ship here already. What wasn’t on the ship was on Tatakai.[/b]” Drake shot a look over his shoulder, “[b]And yeah, I know where you hide your wine. I’m a smuggler, remember? My job is hiding things, so I ain’t bad at finding things either.[/b]”

"I swear, if you drank even a drop of my wine..." Garin chuckled and continued to follow Drake to the bridge. "So, who all is here? I heard what sounded like Alpha's ship, and Sawyer's definitely here with you."

"[b]Well, that's about it for us. We're taking the passengers with us to Tatakai, and we'll drop them off there before we set off again.[/b]" Drake said calmly as he re-entered the bridge. The ship was structured fairly similarly to the original Arrowheads, which had been retrofitted from a freighter and a military blockade runner respectively. Maybe Drake liked this vessel for its layout? "[b]We've mostly patched up our differences since we met up again. I think I'll have to sit down with you and Alpha at some point, but otherwise, things've gone smoothly.[/b]"

"I'm pretty sure that'll end up with a hole in either one of us or in your ship." He gazed out of the viewport and squinted. "This isn't the Amoridia system." He turned to Drake. "I got on this ship to get out of Tatakai, Drake, and you went and ruined my plan." He was joking, and he sat down in a chair and chuckled. "I've been with you guys for almost a year now, but it feels like I've known you all for ages. We gained more members, attempted a couple of heists, and it was worth every second." He stood up and opened his arms to Drake. "Bring it in, pal."

Believe it or not, Drake actually felt quite fondly of Garin as well. Despite his reputation on Tatakai, he was a valuable member of the crew, and a good friend... but that didn’t mean that Drake wanted to give him a hug. He shot Garin a quizzical look, before extending his left (organic) hand out in a fist. “[b]Err... How ‘bout we leave it at a fist-bump?[/b]”

Garin met Drake's left fist with his own right and chuckled. "It's good to be back." [spoiler]end?[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Not quite. [/spoiler] “Garin... there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell th’ crew, but I... uh, haven’t really been in the mood to tell them. Mind if I tell you a quick story?” Without really waiting for a confirmation, Drake proceeded into his brief story. “Anyways, while the crew was still split up, and I’d just gotten out of Amoridia, I met a woman on Tatakai. Name’s Caroline Winters, and even though I didn’t know her for long... and I haven’t felt like that with a woman in a long time—not in a romantic way, y’know, but... whatever.” Drake cleated his throat and shook his head slightly, willing to change the topic. “Turns out that the faction she was running away from, these bastards called Frontier, they’d been hired by the NTR to capture me and turn me in, in addition to them wanting the bounty on her head. After a couple hours of fighting and running, we got captured, and imprisoned on this space station of their’s near Tatakai’s moon. I was tortured and held for a few hours, but I managed to escape... but I had to leave her there. To her, it probably would’ve seemed like I stabbed her in the back and ran. But I need to set things right with her. So that’s why I’m bringing the crew to Tatakai: so we can get payback... and so that I can maybe get a hook-up. Y’know what? We’ll see where it goes.”