Lazing in his Ceiling Chair a Zeltron swung around, whistling as the echoes of the Pitt radiated through his room. After a few seconds a message appeared, his commlink opening up as a series of words and letters appeared before him, his eyebrow raised as he looked at it with misery in his eyes,
"Arrrgghhh... why do I always have to read! Why can't the Gammoreans just read it out." he moaned as he rolled out of his chair, his arms swaying and pulling him down as he walked closer,
"Grr.. Work... Merc... Master.... Test Fire... Wait Test fire?" he said as he re-read the last part,
"Oh yeah cool. Test firing. Maybe the Merc. Legion has some real work after all." he said as he went to Armory that looked suspiciously like a clothes Cabinet.
He rummaged through, grabbing only his
DEMP rifle, leaving his armor in a duffel bag as he felt the familiar fabric of his trenchcoat pull along his skin, he pulled up a link and sent a message to one of the Pilots to get a ship ready. He didn't care what one just a ship. After an hour of dawdling about the Pilot returned the message, a ship prepared and the coordinates caught.
"Ok sweet. Lets get this show on the road then I suppose." he uttered as he walked towards the Hangar, the heaving of the Pitt's gears echoing as he started his ascent towards the hallway.
After a few minutes he had arrived and laid in his seat as the roars of the ship were made, echoing throughout the Palace as it made its way headlong towards the Harlequin. After another few hours the ship descended from hyperspace, slowing itself down as it made its approach to the ship, a nod was given as the pilot turned on Channel towards the ship,
"G'Day, Thraxis here, I was told by the Merc. Legion that you requested assistance and am just the man for the job." he said as his hand rummaged through his coat, he hadn't taken any of the booze out of it for months and left it there to ferment, uncorking it the scent caused a noxious scent to consume the pilot, a series of coughs and almost chocking continued as Thraxis shrugged it off,
"Oh toughen up. Its just a few months out of date." he said as his hand dropped back, pouring the beverage down his throat as he looked towards the channel.
"So, whatcha need done?"
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