After a good and very restful sleep Green awakened. He had forgotten that since he was no longer a slave he was able to wake up at anytime he wanted. At first he contemplated the concept of sleeping in the entire day. But he reminded himself that there was work to be done though he was not obligated to work being a guest and all he wanted to see what the Red Talons did when they were working. So, after some time dealing with personal business in the bathroom and a quick shower. He started to get dressed in the same cloths he had and worn yesterday. It wasn't until now he notice how “ragged” his cloths are. His pants were a dyed brown canvas cloth that had many sewed on patches thanks to previous battles. His t-shirt was always off white and it was more on the OK side though there were still some noticeable rip and tear holes in it. As for his shoes they were more or less fine they were still sealed away from the elements when worn with a type of rubber based sole that was starting to become worn and lose its traction. As for his jacket it was also canvas based with a type of filling to help keep the wearer warm when the elements were more on the cold side that day. “Cull.” said Green. “Ya?” answered Cull. “Can you remind me to get some new cloths when we are back on Uno?” asked Green “What is your current clothing starting to wear down? Asked Cull. “No I think is more on the side of looking presentable. I think part of being a part time mercenary is also looking like one and not like well a homeless or a slave.” said Green. “I see well don’t worry when we get back to Uno I will be sure to remind you to get some new cloths.” chirped Cull. “Thanks Cull.” said Green. After getting fully dressed and putting on his satchel he exited the room, in which we was greeted to a nice mouthful of alien elbow. It must have been the time in which everyone woke up and was either getting breakfast and or going straight to work. So Green decided to get in line with the other drowsy Talons. After a short walk and a some what cramped elevator ride Green had arrived to the mess Hall again. This time the benches where sparsely filled with other Red Talon members idly talking about work or past lives. Eventually he got in line to get food in which it looked like the “cook” was don't cooking and was out in the mess hall floor eating alone. After getting a tray of what looked to be meat, veggies, fruits and some sort of milk based liquid he decided to go over the tentacle being and see what he is. Upon sitting down across the weird alien. The tentacle monster noticed Green but did not mind his presence continuing to “eat” its meal of mostly meats. After a few minuets of nibbling Green decided to break the ice. “So what are you? I can’t say I have ever seen a being so uh “unique” in my life.” said Green. In its still deep and gurgelling voice the creature says “Ya I guess all Geners are unique” it said “Gener?” Green echoed. The tentacle monster looked at green with its eye stalks unamused. “you must be new to space kid. A Gener that being me comes in all kinds of different shapes and sizes. Its not that I wanted to be born this way. I was just sorta delt the cards my mother being a large 8 legged mouse and my father being an octopus skinned talking terran dog.” Grunted the large creature. “um can you tell me more about Geners if you don't mind that is.” Looking a bit defeated the tentacle mass gener then answers “Okay, us Geners we were never really like this so to say. Being a complete but totally capable mass of whatever being we spliced ourselves with was not originally planed.” It gurgled. “But I guess you can blame it on our home planet its gone by now thanks to the sun. But if we did not splice ourselves we would have been lost to our dying sun and well never been remembered as a race.” it said in a bit of a somber tone. “I see. Do you remember what your race looked like originally?” asked Green. “I would if I could but only historians and politically powerful gener figures are allowed to see that.” answered the being. “Huh well that a bit sad.” Green said ideally. After a few more minuets of enjoy the meal Green finished and then proceeded to get up. “Thanks for the meal cook.” Green announced before leaving to deposit his dirty dishware into the chute. The Mess hall was now looking a bit more packed but there were some other figures leaving presuably to get their current chores done. So upon entering the elevator again Green decided the next stop would be where he would explore and see what the Talon on this ship do. This time upon leaving the elevator he was on Crew quarters 2. This place was a lot more different presumably for the more non-humanoid or more special needs beings on here. After some aimless wondering around the incredibly high and spacious halls he decided he had have enough of this place and got on the next elevator. This time it was directed to the med bay. In it there were many covered hospital beds and some other complex machines that Green assumed were all for medical purposes. The doctors and medics there did not seem to mind him as long as he did not get in the way. Inside the med bay he saw some creature which appeared to have come down with a type of flu or cold while others were being treated possibly fetal combat wounds and some of the beds had still bodies in them covered by a thin sheet. Green shuddered to the fact of dead beings being kept here so he hoped there was a morgue of sorts so that who ever families at least get to see the remains of their once family member. After some more aimless exploring Green saw a familiar figure in on of the medical beds. It was Brutus he had a bandaged up shoulder and was still missing a leg but he was more or less fine. Brutus themselves was reading a strange book writing in an alien language unknown to Green. As Green approached them The big alien did a friendly wave to Green before continuing to read his book. “Well hi there Brutus I guess you are doing just fine?” Green asked. Brutus then did a thumbs up with one free had still focusing on his book. “Well that's good I would ask what book you are reading but I cant quite seem to really understand it. I’m glad that you’re recovering though that was quite a nasty shot you took there.” Brutus then nodded in agreement still focusing on the book. Green upon noticing Brutus’s head saw a weird stud in it. It looked a bit unnatural but it appeared to be helping out Brutus in someway. “Hey Brutus what is that metal thing at your uh ear hole.” Green asked. Brutus then looked from his side at Green and pointed to his metal stud. “Ya what is that?” after that Brutus then dog eared the page he was on and then got a pen and paper. He was writing something down for Green. After a few seconds Brutus then passed Green the paper. Although Green was one of the rare slaves that can actually read it was made in perfect cursive a text format Green was not very comfortable reading. The paper said “The “Stud” is a universal transmitter it allows me to not only understand what kind of language you are talking in but also what kind of writing you will best understand. I would talk to you but my English would be “broken” at best.” Green then pass the paper back to Brutus. “Well can I get on of those then? My job is going to evolve a lot of communicating with other beings.” Green then said the Brutus. Upon hearing this Brutus then proceeded to write down more on the paper. After a few more seconds He then passed the paper to Green. “The doctors here will hook you up for cheap it should cost about 500 creds Just go up to one that is free and ask for the “Uni translator Augment” and they should do it within a mater of minuets.” the paper read. “Thanks Brutus I will do that right away.” with that Green gave back the paper and left Brutus to enjoy his book in somewhat peace. After grabbing a free doctor and asking for it the doctor then proceeded to take Green into another isolated room with a chair and then left to he assumed was going to be a major in this type of field. After waiting anxiously for about 30 min a droid came though the door. “Hello there…. Green Dotson. My name is Dr. Little I will be your prosthesis installer today. If you haven't already would you mind transferring the creds?” The droid asked. Green then retreated his satchel and there was a request to transfer 500 creds over. He then press accept and then Green was now short 500 creds. “Perfect.” said the droid. “OK I’m going to have to restrain you so you don't move so much. This is a bit of a delicate procedure so and if I’m not careful worse case scenario you wont be-able to hear.” the droid then said. While preparing some surgical tools. After injecting Green with a local anesthesia the doctor then proceeded to do his magic. After about 30 minuets of cutting, drilling and he guessed gluing Green was released from the chair. He went up to feel the new implant but his hand was quickly swatted by the Doctor. “Don’t touch it yet. Your body needs to get adjusted to this new augment and it also needs to get a reading on what kind of ear you have. Since this is your first augment ever I will inject u with some healing stim to get your body adjusted to the augment more quickly.” With that the android then produced a syringe containing a red pastel liquid, and injected its entire contents into Greens arm. “Remember; Do not touch it till about 1 hour has passed if you do you’re going to feel a lot of pain.” warned Dr. Little. “Thanks Doc.” said Green. “You’re welcome now get out of here I got another patient coming in.” ushered the Doctor. When Green arrived to Brutus’s bed he notice it was all neatly made and clean with no trace of a hulking alien on it at all. Upon grabbing a nurse and asking what happened to them the nurse then said that he had just gotten his new prostecitc leg and was now free to continue his duties if he chose. With a sigh Green continued to observer the many doctors working on the plentiful sick patents that litter the med bay. After getting bored and taking some notes on this PDA on self care he proceeded once again to the elevator. After visiting some other floors that other beings wanted to get off of he finally managed to enter the same hanger he was before. He looked around taking in his environment. The ceiling was very high but that is to be expected for a Dreadnought on the ceiling about 5 dozen Beta Class Fighters all neatly lined ready to be sent in to the field of battle if they ever so needed to on a whim. Wondering around he always saw about half a dozen or more being working on various parts of other ships such as; engines, hull parts, landing gear, turrets, and some thrusters. Everyone there was doing their part to make sure that every vessel on the Dreadnought was in perfect working order. After a bit of aimless wondering he heard gunshot coming from somewhere. He wasent sure where since the noise of grinding and banging was ever so present in the hanger. Upon listening and trying to find out where the gunshots where coming from he found what appeared to be a shooting range. In it was he assumed the quartermaster doing some paper work behind a reinforced glass wall with a single opening on it. There was also a range and a group of 3 other beings all intently watching the one that was the biggest of the bunch shoot as some targets. He recognized the bandage on his shoulder and new it was Brutus. He approached them and notice the other 2 beings watching Brutus just so happened to be Frank and Clark. The 3 of them appeared to just be shooting rounds for the hell of it. Then Frank then noticed Green. “Hey there kid. Welcome to the shooting range.” Frank said. Clark then looked over and then scoffed in displeasure. Frank noticed this and reassured Green. “Ignore Clark here his is just a bit upset that he just lost 20 creds and bragging rights to good ol Brutus here in a shooting contest.” Frank said almost snickering. Clark noticed and lightly slapped Franks head as if to stop him from telling more. “Jeez Clark the kid is probably going to leave soon I think its alright that he knows.” Said Frank while lightly rubbing the slapped area. “Anyway do you want to join in I would but I’m sure if Brutus is able to beat my old friend Clark here he would hand my ass on a platter.” said Frank. “Sure I don’t really have anything better to do anyway.” answered Green. “Great I have been wondering how good of a shot you were anyway, Go talk to Charlie the quartermaster. He’ll hook u up with any gun you want in the known universe.” Frank exclaimed. “you guys have EVERY gun in the universe in stock?” Green said surprised. “Well technically no the firing range uses a type of “virtual” gun it looks, feels, weighs, sounds and even smells like the real thing but if you try to take it out of the firing range it will disappear and it can’t really hurt anyone if you shoot it at them. I don't know the tech behind it but it must be pretty advanced.” Frank then said to Green. Green thanked Frank for the new info and proceeded to the bored looking quartermaster still nose deep in paperwork. Upon closer inspection of the quartermaster he looked human. He was a balding male with a gray haired mustache some what thin but not to thin to be unhealthy. He was also sporting a back base with red trimmed jumpsuit that fitted him nicely. There was a bell on the counter so Green ringed it and the quartermaster stopped what he was doing and looked over at the counter. Upon seeing Green he rolled over from the desk with paper work and was looking at Green. “So, whats going to be you’re poison?” the old man asked. “Actually I was hopping on shooting some guns down the range.” Green asked a bit timidly. “OK, which booth do you want?” again asked the old man. “I Guess.” Green then looked over at the booths They were numbered 1-15 Brutus was in 4. “Booth 5?” Green then asked. The old man then fumbled around with the Sleeker yet weathered PDA that was hooked up under the counter after a minute or so the old man then said “OK you should be all set the weapons you want to use should appear on the side on a touchscreen wall panel if you don't know just press the what kind of weapons you want and what types of mods you want on it and then it should appear on the table with some rounds. Once you’re done turn it off please. Have fun.” with that the old man then rolled over to his desk again and continued his paperwork. Upon proceeding to the booth there was a touch screen panel flashing on it it said “(ballistic) (explosive) (powered/energy) (Other)” Green was more familiar with ballistic based weapons so he touched it. This then lead him to another branch of options which appeared to be what type of race the guns was made for listing the type of species from A-9 Green then selected H and went for human made weapons. Then he was presented with timelines all the way from the 17 century to the present. He then selected present. Now he was presented with Brand types. He was unfamiliar with what kind of gun company makes the best ballistic based guns so he he went with one called “Tippins and CO” which he was then presented with another one this time with which type of weapon he wanted to use. They had made; rifles, revolvers, shotguns, assault rifles, pistols, Sub machine guns, and light machine guns. Green was then rubbing his cheek on which type of gun he would like to use. Frank wondering what was taking him so long went over to his booth and saw he was still selecting then he noticed what type of gun manufacture Green was on and commented on it. “Tippins guns? Damn I did not know you had taste kid.” the sudden noise from Frank surprised Green and he responded. “Oh hey I’m decideing on what type of gun I should use. I’m not so familiar with gun brands so I just sorta went with my gut and got Tippins.” Green responded still pondering on what type of gun he should use. “Well kid I should tell you, Tippins guns are not for the faint of heart. They kick like a steroid induced mule but hit like a Orkin on an adrenaline high and just got into a frenzy while also having a supply of high grade steroids being pumped into them. In other words these guns will hurt you if your not careful but they will utterly destroy your enemies I can tell you aren’t new to shooting guns. But you ain't a Zeta ranked Ranger. But if you think you know what you are doing by all means go right ahead. Brutus is waiting on you by the way.” said Frank. With that Green then selected the pistol group and chose one called “The Bull cannon Tippins special” and decided to have no mods on it. As the gun appeared on the table it looked like the handle was made out of wood with the exception of the barrel, magazine, trigger guard being made out of a metal that looked like steel. When Green picked it up it was noticeably heavier then what it should be. Maybe the metal was something else or maybe it was the bullets In the magazine. To Greens surprise the gun was empty Green then pressed the “ammo” button on the screen and in came a single magazine for the gun. The bullets in the magazine were extremely thicker then your typical 9mm bullet. As such the magazine only held about 4 rounds 5 if you chamber one in the gun before hand. Upon loading in the magazine and cocking back the hammer as well as putting the safety off the gun was ready to fire. As Green aimed down the range a single target came out it was a human one, or at least humanoid. Green then took aim at the target torso as best he could then fired. The bullet went wide and the recoil of the gun was so much that if flew out of Greens hands and the noise was so loud that he also went deaf for a moment. As the gun landed on the floor it disappeared. After regaining his hearing he heard frank say “Told ya kid.” with a shit eating grin on his face. Green now a bit embarrassed and with Brutus chuckling and Clark giving a faint smile in the back ground said “OK you weren't lying. So what kind of gun would you recommend me then?” Asking now a bit flustered over the embarrassing performance. “It’s OK kid we were all whelps at one point. I will show you another brand that not only has good stopping power but also little to no recoil on almost all of their guns.” Then Frank went over to the touch screen and backed out to the “Gun manufacture” page and selected on called “Glass-cutter Manufacturing” and was presented with the almost same selection of weapons as the Tippins one. With the exception Being that Shotgun’s were not on the list. After selecting a sub machine gun called the “Avenger G-C ST SMG” he again went with no mods and the gun appeared on the table. The gun itself looked like it was made out of plastic and metal. it’s paint job was a deep pigeon purple on the handle and barrel guard. The rest of the gun was just a dark gray almost black. Upon picking the gun up it was light for its size and almost felt cheap. Green then pressed the ammo button and out appeared a drum shaped magazine that held up to what appeared to be 120 rounds in it. The bullets themselves looked to be a slightly larger.38 round. Even the magazine with the rounds in it was somehow extremely light weight. overall the gun with the full drum magazine probably weighed about 2-3 pounds or a couple of ounces. So after cocking it and turning the safety off again another humanoid target appeared down the firing range. Green took aim at the chest of the target and fired. Upon firing the gun Green did notice that the gun itself have almost no recoil on it what so ever. Allowing him to keep aiming at the center of mass. It only took him a few seconds before he completely drained the magazine with all the bullets themselves completely and neatly grouped and on and around the bullseye on the humanoids target’s chest. “Well I would be impressed kid but pretty much anyone can do that with that gun. If you really want to impress people around try shooting a Tippins S-K9 Iron Assault and getting the same result. That should get some heads turning.” said Frank. “I’m not really here to impress, I’m here for a good time.” said Green. “Fair enough. Anyway, Brutus here sent you a friendly shoot em up challenge. Once your ready tap “accept” and you should be ready to go.” Frank explained. “Um are there any rules I should be aware of before playing?” Green then asked. “Ya. I thought it would be self explanatory but I guess a quick run down wouldn’t hurt.” Clark in the background now visibly annoyed was face palming again. Frank ignored it and continued. “So in the shoot ‘em up you are going to be shooting a variety of different races. The more you take down the more points you get and depending on where you shot them you will get bonus points. If you shoot someone with a red band on any part of their body or if you take to long and the target gets away you lose points. Finally the person with the most points after 3 minuets have passed wins.” With that Green thanked Frank for the quick game rundown and pressed the accept. After that a few seconds past Before Green heard a loud beep. After 2 more of the same beep he then heard a horn and then 5 or more targets with and without a red band appeared down the range. All of the in different shapes and sizes Green tired his best to quickly fire at the targets without the red bands but he found out that sometimes he would react to quickly and shoot a target with a red band on their leg or wrist. Some with the red bands even had the band behind an enemy. All of these shots seemed kinda like scenarios. Like a hostage situation and inside jobs. When Green tired to actually think before he shoots the target that turns out to be an enemy escapes 3 times out of 10. Eventually after about 3 minuets of careful shooting a loud buzzer emitted signaling the end of the challenge. In which Green put down the gun and looked on the screen. It looked like it was a total results board showing both his and Brutus score. Side by side. As it turns out Brutus absolutely destroyed Greens score. 1.2 million points compared to Greens 3k points. “How is he so good.” Green mumbled under his breath. Frank then came by and saw Greens and Brutus’s score he was not surprised to see that Brutus came out on top. “Don’t worry kid Brutus here is an Omega ranked Ranger. Meaning he is pretty fucking good when it comes to handling a gun. Unlike me and Clark. We are just Delta ranked.” Green now looked a bit bummed out so Frank tried to cheer him up. “Don't feel bad kid. I know a lot of guys here who cant even come close to 3k points, and they have been rangers for about a couple of years.” Green was not starting to feel a bit better but not entirely. “Eh it’s not the end of the world kid I can give you some pointers on shooting if you want. Though I know that Clark here would absolute hate it.” Frank then looked to see if Clark was looking at them. He was face deep in palm. so Frank went up to whisper something in Greens ear. “To be honest I find it funny when Clark is pissed off.” He then pulled back and said “So what do you say?” Green then pondered the offer then asked a question. “Why doesn't Brutus help out?” Green asked Frank. “Brutus is more interested in improving his aim and healing up right now. I’m sure he would if he had the time.” answered Frank. Green then accepted Franks offer. After a couple of hours shooting and some good insight upon handling and trigger discipline a loud alarm rang throughout the Dreadnought. Upon hearing this Frank sighed in relief “Well looks like the end of the work day.” He said. “That means the bar is going to be open. Come, you can buy me a drink as payment for my tutoring services.” Frank exclaimed. Brutus had left a while ago and other beings have taken up the other shooting stalls. So after turning off the stall he then followed Frank and Clark to the Elevator and took it to Crew Quarters 1. After a short ride and a some what short walk to the bar. The trio then sat down over at the bar counter. The bar area it self was filled with humanoid Crew and mercenary’s all winding down and relaxing. Some playing billiards at the pool table others conversing about past contracts and lives some some others having a friendly drinking contest. Brutus was there but this time he was alone at a table while reading that same alien text book while drinking what looked like a carbonated soda drink in a glass cup with ice. He looked like he would rather be alone engrossed in his book. So after a short while the android barkeep rolled over and ask the 3 of them what they would like. Clark asked for some water, Frank Asked for a tall Terran beer and Green could did not know what he wanted so he went with the once called Roget’s Brew. After a few seconds the android produced the following drinks and asked who will be paying for them. Frank then quickly pointed to Green. Green did not argue and the barkeep then quickly nodded before rolling over to other bar patrons. Before Green could ask Frank some questions. He was already downing the pretty large beer. He then stopped halfway to get a breath of air and to exclaim; “Boy do I love me some good ol Terran beer.” before quickly going back to finish it off. Clark on the other hand was slowly drinking the water. It must have had a different effect on him then on humans. Frank notice Greens curiosity and started to explain. “Clark here was born from a planet where his “water” was actually 80.3% alcohol so some beer and shots wont actually do anything for him. Water on the other hand will get him to the equivalent of drunk or buzzed.” Green was surprised mostly everyone on the mining world barely had enough water to ration it out. To see another being getting “drunk” by it was fascinating to him. He then took a drink of his beer. It taste bitter and it was also carbonated but it self was cool and refreshing. Then Green asked a question that has been bugging him for a while. “I have been meaning to ask you Frank. What are Rangers and Slicers?” Green then asked. Frank was not amused and Clark on the other hand would probably be annoyed but it looked like the water was getting to him. “Heh OK I’ll tell since we got the time.” said Frank before orientating himself on the bar chair. “there are 2 very common types of combatant styles known. 1 Being a Ranger. A Ranger if you haven't been able to tell specialize in all type of ranged weaponry and combat. Me, Clark, Brutus and about 65% of the total population of the Dreadnought are all considered Rangers. The other type is called a Slicer. Slicers are the guys that wear really heavy and protective armor and charge into battle wielding only a sword or war hammer or any type of melee weapon really. They are great at taking down a ranger that is a bit too cocky but they have a big downside of only really using melee weapons. As such only about 18% of the dreadnought population specialize in being a splicer.” Green adding up the math notice there was a missing 17% and was about to ask before being cut off by Frank. “I know you were gonna ask about the final 17% of the dreadnought population. Well I can tell you that I do know for a fact that 10% are the dedicated engineers and doctors on this ship. They don't fight at all. The final 7% are what I like to call “The Wild Cards.”.” said Frank. Green then asked what “The Wild Cards” are. “the “Wild card” are a strange type of combatant thankfully they do have names. One of them being a Acro-Jester. They are mostly known as being really annoying fucks that jump around the place splaying their smoke grenades and disorienting the enemies, and, as annoying as they are they are actually pretty good at what they do. That is in mostly capturing the enemy alive. They are also really good when it come to supporting Rangers and Slicers as you can imagine. Another “Wild Card” is known as a Bolter. These guys are usually a heavily augmented being that is more machine then flesh. They are good in getting into electronic and fixing up broken stuff easily. But they aren't exactly good when it comes to combat but if they have to they will make a some what decent ranger or splicer depending on what kind of augments they have. Another type is called the assassin. As you could probably guess by the name. It for the beings that know how to quickly, effectively and quietly take out a single target regardless of how big or protected they are without being noticed. I have met some of then and I can tell you; yes, they are as edgy as you’d expect. Always wearing dark clothing to help them “hide in the shadows” and covering their faces at all times.” Green then snickered at the edgy remark even though he did not know what it meant. Frank ignroned this and continued. “Lets see Another one would be called an “Emitter” these are are probably the closest thing to a “magic” user in the universe. I don't know how they manage to do that but I do know one thing. You’re not born into being an Emitter.” Green then questioned. “How do you get more “Emitters” then?” Green then asked. “I don't know the science behind it but I do know you need at least on Emitter and one guy who wants to be an Emitter. The Emitter then gives them the “Gift” as they call it but during the gifting of the “Gift” the wannabe Emitter goes though a lot of pain, and I do mean ALOT. I don’t know why but the gifting Emitter say “To test their being.” must be some Hard test because about 97% of the time the wannabe Emitter will die from the pain. But once on a blue moon or so the Wannabe will survive and will then have the “Gift” after that they have to train to what kind of sub Emitter class they want to be. There are about 4 Emitter sub classes; 1 being Keter a damage dealing Emitter, another being Aider a healing/support based Emitter, 3rd being Artist a Kind of like a Acro-Jester but with more smoke and mirrors, Final a True Emitter them being really rare since they have mastered all other sub classes. To give you the short of what an Emitter is.” Frank then stopped to Stretch It had been about an hour or so and Clark in the back appeared to have passed out with half of his cup of water being drunked. “Last but definitely not least we got guys called Jacks. They are really dangerous. Not only being a Ranger but also a Slicer as-well. Some Jacks even somehow got Emitter powers making them even more deadly. But finding one of these guys are a bit more rarer then finding some random emitter but they are more common when finding a True Emitter. I have only seen a few Jacks on the battle field and I can tell you with out a doubt. Do not piss one off. Unless, you know you can absolute take them on or you think they are calling a bluff.” he said before taking Clark's half full glass of water and taking a sip.”they will often have a melee weapon in one hand and a ranged ballistic or energy or whatever in the other. They also wear a Sutrium Weave coat and pants and a Gillingul Under pants and shirt to help them not only stay mobile but also take a beating. Though not as much as a slicer wearing a full suit Densium power armor. But still damn effective armor.” After finishing Clark's once glass of water he then took Greens Roget’s Brew and downed it quickly. The android Barkeep then quickly came over and disposed of the glasses. “Anyway I hoped that answered your question on what kind of Classes there are out there.” He said as he got up and tossing Clark's Unconscious body over his shoulders. “Well I’m going to call it a day I’m pretty sure Clark here is calling it one too. Thanks for the beers, and I will probably see you soon.” He then walked to the door and gave Green a light and friendly wave good bye before exiting the on ship’s tavern. The barkeep then rolled over to Green and gave him his tab. The total for the 2 beers and water cost him about 10 creds. 7 for the tall Terran beer, 3 for the Roget's brew and 0 for the water. He then took out his PDA and forked over the 10 creds. After that he went back to his room and decided to tell Cull all that he learned. After a some what short conversation with his AI helper he decided to take a nice shower before retiring to bed.

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Green then dreamed of him back on the mining planet celebrating his birthday with his parents. They celebrated with a meat stew it tasted hearty and rich just like it should the overall tone of it was warm and happy even though they were being oppressed they were at least happy as a family. As Green woke up form the dream, he did the same routine he did yesterday as he woke up. Doing his business on the toilet and taking a nice shower. But as he proceeded out of his room he was greeted with a member of the red talons. This one he did not know. They looked like a cross between an insect and a human when it came to the face, having antennae and mandibles but a normal looking human mouth. Their eyes were also reptilian having a slit for the pupil. Their body was also covered in a chitin and worn a modified Red talon jumpsuit. which must provide some protection and their hands were also insect like in nature having claws at the end of their 3 fingered 1 thumbed hand. Finally their feet were cricket like bending in the opposite direction as a normal human knee should and ending with chicken like incest feet. It must have wanted to relay a message to Green but was waiting for him to wake up. Upon greeting the strange insectoid being with a friendly hello it coldly said “Ms. Garter would like to speak to you. Get fed and head up to her quarters as soon as possible.” then it went down the hall presumably to get breakfast as well. After a ride down the elevator and a quick breakfast Green then took the elevator up to Ms. Garter’s quarters. As he went down the short hallway he was greeted by the same guard as before. The guard recognized Green and opened the door saying “Go in.” while looking at Green with a somewhat cold stare. Green then entered the quarters and the door quickly shut behind him. He then heard the voice of a woman shouting at about somebody having to wait till they can send someone out there as well as some angry electronic garbled noises before quickly being cut off presumably being disconnected. As Green walked farther in he saw Millisa on her desk apparently a bit stressed from all the contracts she is having to put on hold. Green then said a Friendly greeting to her in which she perked right up and said “There you are Green Take a seat. Sorry its just that some fucks cant understand that I am low on free men right now.” as she gestured to a free chair on the opposite side of the desk. As Green sat down and Ms. Garter then took off her Glasses and focused her attention on Green. “So I got a way to get you back on Uno. A 3rd party resources transportation company needed some guards to help them out in case some pirates were to try and take the shipment by force. It shouldn't be too hard. So you will be with them till you get to Uno which should be about a half a days trip and once that is done, you will be on your way. Simple as that.” she said. “Thanks Ms. Garter” Green then said. “Also I’m wondering if you will want to be working for me full time. Have you decided? you don't go out till tomorrow.” she then asked playing with her glasses. “Well as much as I would love to work for you I have other things to do sorry.” Green said nervously. “Oh well if you need work you know where to find me.” Millisa then said a bit sadly. “But, I do have a proposition for you instead.” Green then announced. Millisa then perked up a bit upon hearing this and then said “Go on.” focusing on Green. “I still have my own job to do right now but, I do know in the future I will need more money for the weapons I need for my mission. So, Instead of me working for you full time how about I work for you part time?” Green then asked still in a nervous tone. “Hmm? What do you mean by part time. I’m quite curious.” Ms. Garter then asked. “What I mean is You send me some contracts via the internet and I will decided which ones I want to do. That way I can focus on my mission and you will get some contracts done. I can also act like an outside source, encase you don’t want your company to be affiliated with the more “questionable” work.” Green then asked a bit more confidence in his voice but still a bit nervous. “I see. Okay I don’t see why not. You got yourself a deal Green. Give me your PDA I will put down my Contact information. Once you get to Uno contact me and I’ll give you a list of contracts I have backed up on there for you to do. I would have done them myself but you know about the herring sting operation that happened. Once you get done I will then contact the contractor to see if you actually did do the job. Don’t worry about me getting payed for the contract. If they don't pay for our services well, lets just say they wont be contracting another mercenary business ever again.” after that she then extended her arm out for Greens PDA. Green then handed his PDA over to her and she then went to work on putting down her contact info. After a min or so of her tapping the screen she then offered the PDA back to Green. “There you go. Remember once you get to Uno contact me and I will give you a list of contracts you can choose from. You don’t have to do them all but it would be preferred if you do. Oh and before I forget.” She then reached down and open a drawer in her desk after rummaging around in it she then produced a type of medallion and slid it over to Green. Upon closer inscription it was all dark iron with a singular talon of a creature of unknown origin the talon itself was red and shiny unlike the mat dark iron. “That will be used to identify you. We use those for our Assassins or spies to help us identify them if we were conducting a raid on a complex. If you’re wondering no the metal will not be detected by any sort of metal detector.” she said. Green then placed the medallion in his satchel As Green got up to leave Ms. Garter said “I look forward to working with you Green.” As he exited out of the room. With that Greens day proceeded as normal as it could get He went around looking for things to keep him busy he even stopped by the RND part of the ship but he quickly left since he was not really into stuff like that. Eventually he met up with Frank and Clark at the bar again. Clark once more, unconscious only after drinking half a cup of water. He then updated Frank on his employment with the Talons and Frank congratulated Green on it. Some small talk happened between them before they quickly retired to bed in which Green followed suit to his room. He told Cull about his now employment in which she was happy for Green to have after that he then took a shower and went to sleep.