<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Francis</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>”Well,” </strong>the blonde marine started,<strong>”lets just say that I glanced at your profile during the briefing this morning, and I like the way you handle trouble.”</strong>She placed her cup on the counter-top and stopped the bartender from giving a refill.<strong>”And if it weren't for Admiral Edina, you'd probably be locked away for piracy by now.”</strong>She gave Francis a sweet, teasing smile,<strong>”But since you're on the good side now, my invitation still stands when you return, IF you return.” </strong>Her face hardened, barely noticable and still lovely,<strong>”The Castille has been picking up new crew for the fifth time now, I wouldn't trust that Captain, so be careful out there.” </strong>She stood, and headed over towards the tables,<strong>”You know my name, get in touch if you return, and I'll show you the club.”</strong><br/><br/>The Marine that had been posted at the entrance of hangar bay 5, looked at Francis as he approached the door, maybe twenty seconds behind Sarah, and opened for him.<strong>”Francis McHenry,”</strong>He said, looking straight at him,<strong>”Your papers will be delivered to the Castille along with your gear.”</strong>The marine nodded at Francis,<strong>”Good luck with your travels.” </strong><br/><br/>Francis could see that information constantly streamed on a small screen, mounted on the wall beside the guard-post, so that the guard could see the security updates.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sarah</strong></span>Approaching the ship<br/><br/>The ship seemed to be nothing but a scruffy, rattletrap freighter, and Sarah could easily figure  that a ship the size of the Castille needs at least two people, and preferably four to run her smoothly. Her sides were scarred with projectile dents and carbon markings from small explosions, that hull could really need some patching and polishing, as soon as the resources were made available.<br/><br/>Four of the mechanics walked into the area, crossing Sarahs path and moving towards the Castille. Dragging a  wheeled, heavy sled. On the sled, a replacement for the fuel core, and some heavy tools.<br/><br/>The Chief mechanic hails Sarah as she approaches, with a question.<strong>”You're part of the crew?”</strong>He looks at her, he's a bit dirty and sweaty from hard labour, but has a charming smile,<strong>”We tried to get a reading from the log about where or how she's been outfitted. Can't help you with the repairs without that information.”</strong><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Salonika</strong></span><br/><br/>The most disturbing news today are those about the food riots down on Altaire 5, as they started only yesterday. The senate is rapidly losing control, and two of its members has resigned. NC Police has closed all markets and the streets are unsafe for civilians. Estimated five hundred casualties so far, mostly civilian.<br/>