<div class="floatright">(http://www.sc2mapster.com/media/images/31/786/JoeyRays_LoadingScreen.jpg)<br/></div>Joeyray's Cantina, Deadwood<br/><br/>Welcome to one of the last decent spots on the rim (in the Blue Sun System) to get a decent drink. Joeyray has been long dead, reaver attack, awful thing. The new management,Joey's son - Bubba, made sure to bunker up this oasis of a watering hole in case those bastards ever come back. A favorite watering hole of Samson since his smuggling days, he kept the planet flush in Whiskey and drink when no one else would.<br/><br/>*Note* At the point of this post, Joey is still alive.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/39a89279b9908b0af70005e91d352b81/tumblr_mrr3s1JIFc1rigrzno4_250.gif)</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Joeyray's Cantina, Deadwood 2518 </strong></div><br/>Samon sat over at his corner table, a bottle of cheap whiskey halfway gone. A bottle he had provided to Joey's bar, but had to buy at his quadruple sell point. He didn't mind paying for it, a man had to eat after all. For a man who had just danced with death, alongside Santiago, he was looking rather pleased with himself. The man sitting across from him, the man who had tried to set him up was as pale as  Bai Hu itself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YeBOrUIQDE</div></div><br/>"Hey Joey play something nice will you?" Samson called out, the tender nodded and put on his favorite song. Marcus, the pale one, shifted in his seat as his hand slowly moved over towards his holster, undoing the leather strap that held his pistol in place so he could draw. The man doubled forward in pain as Samson shot him in the right knee, forever giving him a limp if he managed to survive that encounter with the youngest of the Castle brothers.<br/><br/>"Do you know why I did that Marcus?" Samson asked, knocking back his drink before refilling it and passing it over to the main groaning in pain.<br/><br/>"Cuz you are a son of a bitch, that's why Castle. How was I..." The man began to stutter and try to explain what had happened earlier that week on Haven."Ahhgodamin you bastatd" The man cried out as the second shot destroyed the other knee. The man's gun went ignored as he held onto his poor ruined joints and attempted to ease the pain of the slugs making themselves at home in his legs.<br/><br/>"I have two rules Marcus, two simple rules when we started doing business...do you remember what they where?" Samson asked nonchalantly, the clicking of his gun cocking heard in between lyrics about a song that almost made him miss the fields of Beaumonde. Marcus trembled, whether it was from fear or blood loss, he did not know or care. "Remind me Marcus." The man insisted.<br/><br/>"doo....nnnn't....lie....to you.....doonnnn't.......try to....kill....you...." The man stuttered in between breaths, his answer earning him a reward in the form of a full glass of whiskey. Marcus drank down the liquor, assuming it would be his last. Samson gave the man time to drink, before he holstered his gun.<br/><br/>"I'm not going to kill you Marcus, but its going to cost you. I would like to thank you for my new ship, I've been looking for a new one, that Knorr don't handle like I want it too and I have my eyes on that Firefly you been riding around in." Samson explained, Marcus wanted to resist but he was not in a good position to bargain. "I'm no thief, so I am going to need you to make this all official, so ow about you spare yourself any further anguish and sign her over." Samson requested, passing over the datapad that would make it all official like, not that it was required but the last thing he needed was a black marked vehicle in the case he was boarded by alliance law.<br/><br/>"It's illegal....to...sign contracts...in..underrr durrreesss..." Marcus attempted to back peddle. "You look mighty fine to me, a little pale, but a little sun will do you good." Samson passed the man the rest of the bottle to the man after he made sure the ship had been signed over. The ship was docked over on a station on a different system, but getting to it would be no issue. After a little under a year of struggling along on the Knorr, a ship he had to resort to after his old one had been taken by Lilith, he had a decent ship once more.<br/><br/>Samson finally stood and dropped the bullets of Marcus's gun on the floor behind him as he walked away. On his way out, he paid Joey for the mess and said goodbye to his friend. A firefly, an older but reliable ship, now to tell the crew so they could collect their severance package.<br/>