<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 - Shey leaving the table, everyone else in the background, Sydney and Astrid at the table<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=Aq344ks1ieg&amp;index=2&amp;list=RDfU5CMkNuidA</div></div><br/>Samson was subtle, at least he hope her was, watching as Shey walked away. That sway was familiar, Thalia had it, so did Lilith. For some reason he felt Lilith had mastered it, or maybe it was just his head playing games on him. He was saved from his own prison by the cheerful arrival of a young woman. All cheer and smiles, Samson looked up at her and shook her offered hand. "Depends, on who is looking." He motioned for her to take a seat as the second person joined them.<br/><br/>"You two a pair?" Samson asked, the two had practically arrived together so it was not an absurd assumption. "I am Samson, Captain of the Man's Ruin. No need to call me Captain when on land, Samson will be just fine." He shared as he looked the two of them over.<br/><br/>"I happen to be in need of both a pilot and a mechanic and I reckon we can find a spot for your bird. Ever work on a firefly? The both of you?" He asked the two. "I'll make this quick, A man shouldn't be working on an empty stomach."<br/><br/>