<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=110474.msg4904546#msg4904546">Quote from: grdell on 09-07-2011, 20:12:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">  "She's a fine ship. I've been with her for about three months now. I was just on Persephone for a brief engagement, and I'm looking forward to seeing the crew again." It was simple conversation to cover the wait for the door to open. "How about yourself? Flown with her before?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>-= Steve McPherson, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone =-<br/>Greeting the arrival of the Gamble</strong></div><br/><br/>Not taking his eyes off the ship, McPherson took a step back to match Lex's movement as the ramp from the Gamble began to open.  "Never laid eyes on the ship before, but I met the cap'n 'bout a week ago .. friend of a friend thought he could use an extra gun hand for a while and knew I was looking for passage to ...<strong>Aghk! Ifreann na Fola!  Gotsan drewllyd Ci !!!</strong>... does she always smell like like unholy shih tzu cac?"<br/><br/>If there were any suspicions the gentleman named McPherson hailed from a planet still heaped in its Gaelic heritage, any doubts were cleared up as soon as<em>eau de canine feces </em>hit the olfactory.  It would appear that the crew, as much as they detested the smell, had become somewhat desensitized to it over the past few days, as opposed to someone who was hit full force for the first time.  McPherson took another step back, and wondered if working his way across the 'verse instead of coughing up the coin for a sweeter-smelling ride might not be as great a deal as it sounded initially.  Then he looked toward Lex again and smiled, still reverted to his Aberdeen accent.<br/><br/>"Guess the maid's been on vacation a while.  You wouldn't happen to be the maid, would ya? No, reckon not."<br/><br/>If there was one thing McPherson was aware of, it was that most organizations had pecking orders.  Throughout his life he had experienced being on the bottom, being on top, and being somewhere in-between.  Now he knew he was back on the bottom, and suspected that if the dog poop was going to get cleaned up, he would somehow be intimately involved with the operation.<br/><br/>"Oh well, if you can't get out of it, might as well get into it, right?"  He said it aloud, but wasn't necessarily talking to Lex, as both men were eyeing the spectacle that greeted them with the opening of the cargo bay door.  Lex, seeing old friends, and Steve, getting his first look at the cast of characters with whom he would be dealing for the next .... however long fate would determine.<br/><br/><em>Not a bad looking crew</em>he thought to himself as he found himself particularly focused on Mae's exceptionally short skirt, and her exceptionally young ...<em>youngness</em>.  "Ahh, lassie, where were you when I were a wee lad with nairy a hair on me own ass, eh?" he mumbled aloud, as if unaware anyone could hear him.  Then he smiled at Lex, perhaps a little embarrassed as he realized that last comment had been meant for noone's ears.  "Still years away from bein' a twinkle in her papa's eye, no?"  Then he gave Lex a little nod toward the ramp, the go-ahead sign to precede him to the ship to greet his friends as the co-pilot's "already bringing work home with you" comment went completely over his head.<br/><br/>*******************<br/><br/>Gaelic phrases and terms - not necessarily understood by anyone else on board:<br/>Ifreann na Fola  = bloody hell<br/>Gotsan drewllyd Ci - Smelly dog's ass