<div align="center"><strong>-= Griffin Kingston, Captain of The Gamble – At Cast-Offs Salvage Yard – Getting a new catalyzer and meeting Anwar for the first time =-</strong></div><br/>As they approached the man called Anwar, Griff watched him with curious eyes as the younger man cursed in aggravation and killed the power to the cutter he was wielding. Coming to a stop just a half dozen paces from the other man, Griff shifted his weight to one leg and hooked his thumbs into his belt behind the buckle. With a skill he had honed over the years, Griff quickly sized up the man before him. Suffice it to say that at present, Griff was not at all impressed.<br/><strong><br/>"It's the kind of name that makes a ben tian sheng de yi dui rou ask that kind of question.  Or maybe my parents' sense of humor wasn't as grand as they thought it was."</strong><br/><br/>His expression was as cold and stiff as a statue in spite of the man’s bold insult. Griff had been in both the Alliance and Independence militaries and had been around the ‘verse dealing with people far meaner and tougher than Anwar. He’d been around long enough to develop a thick skin, so the man’s abrasive words had no real affect on him. A small smile grew on Griff’s face as he glanced over to Jack. “Ai ya. He’s good. Does your dog always bark this much, Jack, or does it bite too?”<br/><br/>Jack shook his head and gave a small chuckle. “Yeah, he’s definitely a shit talker, but he’s da bian hua with engines… or hell with anything mechanical for that matter.” Griff nodded before he glanced back over to Anwar with a smirk. Griff pulled up the sleeves of his black, form-fitting tactical response combat shirt before he added, “Really? Well, he sure don’t look like much, but I guess I’ll have to take your word for it, won’t I?”<br/><br/>Griff was testing the younger man to see how easy it would be to push his buttons and set him off. He had had more than a few people he’d hired on only to find that, in spite of their skills and talents, they were simply impossible to work with. On more than one occasion the bad attitude and lack of respect for authority had put his ship and crew in peril. He simply couldn’t allow another loose cannon just itching for a fight to join his crew and disrupt the relative harmony and cohesion he had worked hard to develop. With the exception of the new guy, McPherson, the crew all seemed to get along and work well together. The loss of Hayes was an unfortunate occurrence, one that would have to be rectified if they were going to take that job from Ferret.<br/><br/>“Bi zui, Anwar,” Jack ordered. Tossing the catalyzer to the young mechanic, Jack thumb towards Griff as he explained. “This Griffin Kingston, captain of a Dragonfly class ship. I need you to find a suitable replacement for this and take it over to…” He glanced over to Griff with a questioning look.<br/><br/>“Docking bay thirty. That’s Three-Zero for those of us who can’t count that high,” he said with a smirk as he stared Anwar in they eyes.<br/><br/>Jack chuckled again, glancing between the two men with an amused expression. “Grab the best catalyzer we got that’ll fit a Dragonfly and head over to docking bay thirty. Griff just lost his mechanic and I need you to install it for him, right away.”<br/><br/>Griff glanced down to his watch and tapped it a couple of times before his eyes found Anwar’s again. "Chop chop," he said.  "Clock's tickin'." He said, flashing a wink and a winning smile to Anwar.<br/><br/><hr/>Ai ya = Damn<br/>Da bian hua = Great<br/>Bi zui = Shut up<br/>