After Earth - Episode II - Beyond Colonial Space.

[Voda Vosa]

Being blad since 12, Cnosos thought about his tough years in school. "I know what you mean" he plainly states.

[Rhun]

Damon smiles at Solly's words. "If you ever see the way Cnosos frets over the Greed's engines, you'd think he was the ship's mother."

[Relique du Madde]

Gaetanna pulls a chair to the table, sits, then wipes out her computercard and begins to send out cancel messages on her appointment calenders, something she was hoping she wouldn't have to do.

[Shayuri]

Mel scowls into her drink at the banter...in particular Gaetanna's smug assurance that she could buy off the Council she found galling.

So she's rich. What's that mean? Nothing.

Her eyes come to rest on the drink Gaetanna had bought...and she picks it up, and deliberately walks it over to the bar to set it down.

"Thanks, I've had enough."

She then looks over at Steve, carefully skipping over the redhead as if she wasn't there.

"So, while you can still talk straight, what's the next job?"

[Relique du Madde]

Gaetanna frowned. Obviously I'm not going to win any favors from Mel anytime soon. She glanced down at her computer card and sighed. I hope this job doesn't take too long.

[Rhun]

"Mel has a good point..." Damon trails off as he takes another sip of his drink and then looks up at Steve. "I'm assuming you have something in mind for us?"

[Voda Vosa]

"I'm intrigued about the virus we found. Our new mission is connected to that incident in some way?" Cnosos balance his glass in his hand, not drinking jet.

[ethandrew]

Pierce frown grows in size as he mutters under his breath, "You know Mel, I'd've drunken that." He listens silently, knowing little in what his friends had done on their last trip, also knowing that he'd probably put his foot in his mouth or another person's foot in their own mouth. It always seemed to work out that way.

[Shayuri]

Mel gives Pierce an amused look. "Yeah, well, sounds to me like you've 'drunken' plenty, big guy."

She looks back at Steve.

[ethandrew]

Pierce harumphs and keeps his whispered tone as unnoticed as he can, "I might not be as learned as you sophisticated types, but I'm sure a helluva lot prettier." He smiles and lifts his glass in Mel's direction, mouthing second glass with raised eyebrows before taking a drink.

[Blackrat]

Steve scratches his head and takes a big gulp from his glass that smells like it could dissolve copper. No, I got nothing new for you, but you still got that Vanadium for Jap 1. I told you not to worry about speed but I suppose they're getting anxious by now.

He takes another gulp, emptying the glass and his voice is beginning to slur fast. They'r building some new alloy for ships ye shee. Oh... Keep hush hush about the virus. Council don't want to let out word about their experiments.

He looks at the empty glass with serious eyes and finally sighs. Oh I forgot. I did some digging. The guy you found that Mike now has in ice. The symbol on his clothes identifies him as one from Michael's Blade. A religious group hailing from The Temple, a colony on the other side of colonial space. Last time Mike thawed him, he asked him to deliver this back to The Temple. He goes through his pockets and finds a datacard that he holds up to Mel's general direction.

[Shayuri]

Mel swipes the card and turns it over in her fingers, looking at it. She glances back up at Steve.

"That's a bit out of our way. How much does it pay?"

[Blackrat]

No idea. Don't even know what's in it. Encrypted pretty good. Steve talks a bit slow now, but at least he's not ordering another drink yet. If you can crack it, I'm sure someone'll pay good for whatever it contains. You don't secure worthless crap that good, I tell you.

[Rhun]

"I'll try to crack it once we get back to the Greed. If it is as heavily encrypted as you suggest, it may take quite some time...it will give me something to do during the trip." Damon polishes off the last of his drink, and looks around at the crew. "You guys ready to get going?"

[Voda Vosa]

"Give me" Cnosos commands, asking with his eyes, as well as with his extended hand in Mel's direction "I love puzzles." he says raising both his eyebrows

[Rhun]

Damon smiles at Cnosos' overzealousness. "When you can't get that thing figured out, you can always ask for my help later," he says. Computer's had always been one of Damon's interests, and he didn't have many...computers, guns, a good brawl, and the company of a pretty girl.

[Voda Vosa]

"We can look at it together if you want to, I just figured you had preparations for the journey." The man simply replies.

[Relique du Madde]

There seemed to be a general change in Gaetanna's demeanor as she gazed onto the datacard. The mystery the card presented seemed to lift the restrained air of gloom filled uncertainly that Gaetanna tried to keep at bay. She now had a purpose.

Gaetanna was betting that Grandpa Vincent knew about the card, and his sending her out with the group who found it must mean that he deems the information on it to be import. The fact that she herself is overseeing it's decryption means that he must trust her above all his other grandchildren, and more importantly that she must be her father's favorite child since he selected her to be appear of this top secret mission instead of one of her other siblings.

"I take it you want me to report back on the findings we get from of that datadisk ASAP." Gaetanna smiled. "But about Micheal's Blades? If they were waiting for that datadisk, then one can assume that they will be searching for it. If inquiries into their symbol and the identity of that man did alert them, then chances are they will be sending agents against us." Which is something she knew her family would do if someone was trying to dig up dirt on them.

[Rhun]

Damon doesn't look concerned. "If they send any agents against us, we'll make sure that they never return."

[ethandrew]

Nodding his head in agreement, Pierce sits up a bit, a smile cracking his lips, "Now that's what I like to hear."

The man stands up and stretches his back, hands on his hips. He appears ancy, itching to go. Talking wasn't much his thing.