<strong>Navarro Tavern</strong><br/><br/>Primo grunted into his kanar when the message of a mission came through. It was about time - he liked to unwind as much as anyone else, but it'd been far too long since he'd blown something up or made someone else hurt very badly. He pulled a communicator from his belt and activated it. "Kirvala, what kind of shape is the Gurkha in?" The augment asked. His beloved ship was forever plagued by engineering problems; it came from sporting far too much arsenal for a ship of its size. It would take an engineering miracle to make the ship work soundly with its current loadout, and if such a thing transpired Primo knew he would dash it all by adding more weapons and shielding to the vessel and put them back in the same position.<br/><br/>"It can be ready for the mission if you direct the Nausicaans to aid me in dealing with the worst of the vessel's troubles, sir." Kirvala replied archly. "She will be ready to fight and have impulse engines, but the power relays require extensive refitting before we could engage in warp travel." The Vulcan informed him. Primo frowned, his face pained. Slowly it faded into one of acceptance.<br/><br/>"Understood. I'll send the Nausicaans. And you know-" Primo began, only for Kirvala to cut him off.<br/><br/>"Yes, if I encounter an engineer who wishes to live the glamorous life of a mercenary, I will make every endeavor to recruit them for you." The Vulcan said, her tone almost but not quite sarcastic. Primo poured himself a glass of kanar, knowing that he was being mocked.<br/><br/>"Excellent. Carry on, Kirvala." Primo said, and replaced the comm device in the pouch on his belt. He raised his glass of kanar and tilted the thing around, watching the thick liquor slide around, watching with modest dispassion at how it reflected the light of the tavern. "Go to the shipyards. Aid Kirvala in preparing the ship. Obey her as you would obey me." The augment said to the Nausicaans in a tone that brooked no argument. The six behemoth humanoids rose from their seats and trundled out, keeping their thoughts about that assignment to themselves. Primo raised the glass of kanar to his lips and drank, but let the syrupy liquid sit in his mouth so that the taste suffused his palate.