<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a0/42/97/a0429768a1b37bcb7d5ae90678f6fcd9.jpg)</div><strong>Sebastian Van Carlyle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313925.msg15196499#msg15196499)</strong><hr/><br/><strong>"Run along now, I'll take it from here. I'm sure you have some jackbooted thuggery to attend to elsewhere."</strong><br/><br/>Dismissing the scowling Hanseatic soldier, Sebastian skillfully, if awkwardly, maneuvered his baggage cart up to the ramp of the dropship, then starts hauling his luggage in one at a time. The first addition to his bunk area is a fairly standard traveler's bag, out of which he swiftly removes several day's worth of utilitarian clothing and one expensive-looking formal suit sealed in a protective bag - the clothes end up in a bunk drawer, the suit hanging neatly from a hook at the end of the bed. A handful of assorted personal items follow - a small noteputer, a matched pair of police-issue stun guns, and several small unmarked boxes.<br/><br/>His second trip in is towing a compact and scuffed box that hums slightly, exuding a thin cloud of chilly air around it. After some consideration this ends up wedged into the gap between his bunk and the next, and a long extension cord produced to connect it to the nearest power socket. Sebastian opens it to reveal the interior of a portable cooler backed to the brim with assorted cans and bottles, selecting a can of beer from a Bergen brewery.<br/><br/><strong>"I've certainly spent time in worse conditions, and it's always good to get to know the people who will have guns - or swords,"</strong>, he nods respectfully in Ikuko's direction,<strong>"at your back. On that note, would anyone else like a drink? Lyrans certainly know their beer, and the League didn't forget how to make it when they left."</strong>