<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/d58dffffa658c4a8a4abdc5e1055ac9e/tumblr_mrmndmsG3Y1qixqpxo10_250.png)</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/>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Aaron Shaw directly, Santiago, Shey, Thalia (and Babs, unmet) in the background<hr/><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=4pEMd1SdkAE</div></div><br/><br/>"That's good, that's good, sure as hell felt like you are." Samson smiled and finished up his third drink. The man might have looked in dire need of a bath and a clean change of clothes but he was not some drunkard. "That sounds like quite a story, maybe next time. Let's talk business, you want off this planet, I can arrange that. You have seen the shape of my ship. You know it will be a few days before that happens. Any talks about joining up can wait until we get acquainted a little better. Now I'm not saying you and Santiago over there..." Samson pointed out his first mate. "need to be friends, I just want to make sure you two ain't at each others throat, especially when I'm sleeping. I'm likely to toss both your asses out the airlock in that case." The man chuckled.<br/><br/>"Three rules when on my ship, don't lie to me, don't try to kill me and don't try to steal my ship." Samson stated. "Common sense really, but you would be surprised."