<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Santiago,</span><em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Sheydran Corsei, Sidney Leon<br/>Location - Last Stand Saloon, the bar<br/><hr/><br/><em>"Very nice, Sir. I'll admit, this comes from a far better bottle than I expected this saloon to have. I clearly should have given you more credit for knowing your liquor."</em><br/><br/>"It helps that the aforementioned bottle from which the contents of our glasses came from was delivered by our very own ship...<em>Ma'am.</em>"<br/><br/>I was echoing the way she called me "sir."<br/><br/>"And I do declare and preference that you refer to me as 'Santiago,' Shey.  'Sir' makes me think I'm old, or that I'm officer in someone's army, or that I am an owner of a ship, all of which I never was and have no plans to be.  Except maybe the old part."<br/><br/><em>"My turn I suppose.  Anything I should know about in dealing with your Captain?"</em><br/><br/>"Let's just say that your fiery mane may stir up some bad memories in Samson, so be sure to make a most positive impression."<br/><br/><em>"Shrapnel?  Knife wounds?  Is it always that much fun and games on your ship?"</em><br/><br/>"Naw, not so much no more.  But they do happen."<br/><br/><em>"Sorry, I'm Sydney Leon, pilot.  I met Thalia and the other guys back at <em>Man's Ruin</em>.  Thalia said to come with her here to speak to the Captain, but he's currently busy."</em><br/><br/>"Good to meet you, Sidney."  I shook his hand in a firm and friendly manner.  "We could certainly use someone with your particular skill.  Between Samson, Thalia and me, we have about half a pilot.  Have much experience with the Firefly model?  And he'll be with you shortly.  If it makes you feel any better, you can practice your pitch on me."<br/><br/>