Jefferson watched from the co-pilot's chair as Persephone loomed larger before them. It reminded him a bit of home, with a slightly lesser pollution layer. He had a pretty good idea how things would work once they touched down, but it was a situation with too many variables for his liking. He liked setting up his own work, not going through intermediaries, even ones like a guild.<br/><br/>Still, money was a necessity of life, and this would be important to the Companion, so it had to be done. He got on the ship's comm and hit's the all-call casually, careful to avoid hitting it with the metal rings in his glove. "Everyone meet at the ramp once we touch down. Sooner we're out there, the sooner we get done."<br/><br/>Having given the immediate plan, Jeff sat back with his weapons. The pistol was fine, but the Manticore always needed an adjustment here and there before heading out. As much as the thing cost, Jeff would be damned if he let it screw up.<br/><br/>(Jeff will have poked around on the Cortex for any information he can find on Lord, not that he expects much)