Meanken
Chaff
Chaff had gotten another call. Another person who wanted to meet him in a cantena to talk in person about a job. Second time this week. Maybe this guy would show up. Least he had a name for this guy. Admiral Cross or something. He remembered the last time he worked for an admiral. That didn't end well. Whatever. These things happen. That's what makes life interesting.
The cantena was one Chaff happened to know well. That was good. Meant he had home field advantage, so to speak. Not that he was really worried about this guy. If he was a fleet guy, then that probably meant he didn't get his hands dirty often. Chaff was sure he could handle the guy if things went south. So he put his feet up on the table, hands behind his head as he waited for the dude to arrive.
[member=Cross Ikon]
The cantena was one Chaff happened to know well. That was good. Meant he had home field advantage, so to speak. Not that he was really worried about this guy. If he was a fleet guy, then that probably meant he didn't get his hands dirty often. Chaff was sure he could handle the guy if things went south. So he put his feet up on the table, hands behind his head as he waited for the dude to arrive.
[member=Cross Ikon]