<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Samson's Post</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=208456.msg10575861#msg10575861">Quote from: Aiden on 08-10-2014, 10:31:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/df/2da3df0e60fb0935c2051853025e6ad3.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Samson Castle</span></span></strong>, <em>Captain of the Man's Ruin </em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br/>Wearing - Suit (http://images.bharatplaza.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/900x1194/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/9/s9520n.jpg), Black Dress Boots and a cane (with sword inside).<br/>Location - Following Mason, Dale<br/>Tagging - Mason, Thalia, Santiago <hr/><br/>"You can feel the tension in the room, good thing they took away everyone's guns." Samson joked as they followed after Dale and Mason. He had no qualms on the meeting place, the parlor was no place for such matters. Anyone could eavesdrop or be looking to snag the job, Samson was not a fan of the time and place for jobs but it was out of his hands. <br/><br/>Santiago joined them, the core members of the group. Time would tell if the others made the cut. Once they were all in, Samson motioned for Santiago to cover the door. "Dale was it? We going to make formal introductions or the less you know the better?" Samson decided to get to the point.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">GM Post</span><br/>Mason Kincaid's Party, Meeting Room, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Samson, Thalia, Santiago, (Mason & Dale)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mason nodded matter-of-factly. "Yes, I'm all too aware some of the guests don't like each other. The point is they're equally welcome and I'm not choosing one side over another. They can get along for one night." He looked to Santiago when the man caught up, then when the First Mate fell into step beside Samson, he walked on into the room. Once all were in the door was closed. 'Dale' set up a small, circular device in the centre of the table and switched it on. "White noise generator," Mason said, before there were concerned questions. "Standard protocol." In centuries past, secrets were shared near running water, because it made conversation harder to overhear. This just carried a more modern twist, so listening devices in the vicinity would be rendered useless. It may have been noted that the room also had no windows. The only door in or out had a cocktail party on the other side.<br/><br/>The room itself contained an oval wooden table, like a board room. Dale's men waited outside, so it was just himself, Samson, Mason, Thalia and Santiago. There was a bottle of brandy and glasses nearby, but the Chinese businessman paid these no attention. "I like to know who is working for me, but my name is all I can give you. I trust you understand this." He straightened his coat, and left the crew to their introductions. "I can tell you very little about the job, until you commit to carrying it out. It involves the retrieval of a piece of technology from a compound off-world. Payment is 30,000 credits. 10,000 upfront, and 20,000 on delivery of the item. What do you need to know to make your decision?"<br/>