<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 directly at his table, everyone else in the background, beckoning Sydney and Astrid over<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=SRvCvsRp5ho</div></div><br/>Samson looked up at the woman across from him curiously. "Off course." Samson replied, a little sarcastic indignation in his tone. What she was requesting made sense, it was his fault for letting the shuttle fall into poor shape but it was still a little much for his liking. Mechanics were not rare, finding one that did a good job, was. Shey had unintentionally struck a nerve, he felt bad for letting the ship fall into such disrepair. The last few weeks were a little rough on the Man's Ruin. "Agreed, I hope I can cut out the middle man and find myself a mechanic worth a damn in this port."<br/><br/>He glanced over towards Thalia and Santiago for a brief moment then the rest of the patrons. It was easy to pick out people who had a purpose and those who wanted to keep to themselves. Samson beckoned the two looking his way with a motion of his hand. The sooner he finished, the sooner he could find a place to eat. "It was nice meeting you Shey, I think we are done." Samson dismissed her as quickly as he had Babs and Aaron, no one could claim he was not an equal opportunity son of a bitch.<br/>