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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/5/2018 3:25:45 AM
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[i]"Pleased to meet you, Drake," Booker responded, the tone matched. He shook the hand of Drake firmly, though his grip on the prosthetic was awkward - He wasn't used to gripping metal like that. Booker grabbed his drink once more and chugged down the rest of the swill rum he had, before speaking up again. Not in a casual tone, but in one of respect, almost like a businessman.
"So let's get down to it. First thing's first though, I need to discuss something else with you first. Regarding a certain dude who might be out to get you, pretty sure he was part of your crew once." [/i]
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Drake ran some names through his head. Before he’d grouped up with what was now the Arrowhead, which only had a few ex-members, he’d been on a few different ships as a crewman, just trying to make even. Could it be one of them? “Happen to catch a name?” Drake said calmly, his gaze not leaving Booker’s eyes.
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[i]"Nah. But it looked like that Garino guy or whatever his name is." Booker had done some looking around among his contacts and found an image of Garin since they last spoke, a wanted poster that matched the description. He knew that he had information and was prepared to sell out Drake, and out of a sort of honour code amongst pirates and other outlaws, he couldn't let it happen. "Came in here asking to see the carcass of an NTR ship I plundered, tried to pay me in information of you and your crew." [/i]
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There was a brief moment of distinct dangerousness that flashed in Drake’s blue eyes. It was only there for a moment, but it left the impression that he wasn’t one who took betrayals lightly. “Garin Fohrik...” he muttered quietly, a menacing edge seeping into his voice, “I haven’t met that man in a while... but I’ll find him.” Drake leaned back on his stool to stretch his back, revealing the blasters at his hip. Booker had heard dangerous things about the man’s draw, especially with that prosthetic hand of his. But when he raised his hand, it was merely to fix the hair that hung about his forehead. “Again, thanks for the head’s up Captain,” he said as he stood up, “if you ever need anything, I owe you one.” Drake looked over across the bar, and gestured for his companion to get up and leave. The imposing figure put some credits on the bar, and left. “Now if that’s all you’ve got to say, I’ll leave you to it now.”
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[i]"That's all. It wasn't too long ago, so I wouldn't wager he got too far. But you know him better than me." Booker stood as well, a way to see Drake out. He wasn't a man to be trifled with surely, so Booker wanted to make a good impression on the man. Always good to have a decent reputation when dealing with colleagues like outlaws. [/i]
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“Right then, I’ll see you starside...” Drake turned to leave, but seemed to remember something at the last second. “Wait a sec,” he looked over his shoulder at Booker, “you said that you plundered an NTR ship? Here, in Tatakai?” Drake’s hatred of the NTR was infamous. After the Hermes, investigation had revealed that he believed them to blame for the death of his wife, among other things. The validity these reports were unconfirmed.
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[i]"Right. An Alamo warship, sent the surviving members of its crew to Ollimand and conscripted whoever would join us for deckhands." Booker took pride in his plunders, and an Alamo was no different. He was getting it retrofitted in orbit as they spoke with all the necessary modifications for his fleet - Mainly internal and external colour schemes to mark it as his. [/i]
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“An Alamo? Either you’ve got a big ass crew, or a big sack... good work in either case.” Drake raised an eyebrow, impressed. He’d heard Booker’s name before, but he hadn’t yet heard of any outlandishly successful feats to his title. Needless to say, he was a bit skeptical. “You don’t mind me asking,” he said, careful not to sound condescending, “but capturing an NTR warship is no small feat. I don’t mean to doubt you, but you wouldn’t have any proof that you took it down, would you?”
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[i]"Yeah. Some security footage of me in the bridge, I'll send it your way." Booker grinned and pulled up his phone, sending a video of the interaction between him and an Admiral to Drake. He definitely could use it to boost his reputation, thinking about it. [/i]
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“Aw man, that’s fu[i]c[/i]king wicked,” Drake said while grinning at the scene and, unbeknownst to Booker, recorded the video with his prosthetic eye for his own enjoyment later on. “Well, sorry for doubting you man. That looked pretty metal.”
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[i]"Thanks, though that's probably nothing compared to the Hermes," Booker said with a chuckle. The Hermes raid had less crewmates and a general onboard, that was tough to compete with. [/i]
