Hardying's eyes were on each of the prisoners as they entered the room, he listened to all of their words. The conversation before between the first group that had assembled was an interesting one. The beaten 'Pirate King' rambling about how he couldn't die because he was an example that the Federation could capture even the worst people. If Bowman had spoken like that when he wasn't in his current situation then Hardying would have had a couple of the guards show the despicable scoundrel the painful side of their shock batons. He stood out of his seat and addressed the assembled convicts.

"We seem to have almost every inmate in attendance for this meeting, the one were are waiting for is a different inmate from the rest and I believed his arrival may have taken a little longer than we wished. But we must continue, may I introduce Mr. Gabriel White." The Warden announced with a smirk as he clapped his hands.

None of the prisoners applauded but the guards in the room did with their gloved palms. One of the business suit wearing men clapped the loudest and smiled. The other one, in a grey suit rose out of his seat and shook Hardying's hand, then he faced each of the criminals. This was Mr. White, his skin was impeccably tanned, his spiked hair blond and his suit fitted to his exact dimensions, so much so that he would give One-Arm a run in that category of fashion sense.

[color=fff79a]"Hello to you all, I know I do not seem like the typical visitor to a lunar prison but I come on important business right from the Federation."[/color] White said as he folded his hands behind his back. Callum rolled his eyes at the mention of the Feds, he should have guessed this asshole was one of them.

[color=fff79a]"Each of you are hardened criminals, you all know this. That is why you are on this station, what you also know is that each of you possess unique sets of skills that have no use stuck behind prison cells. Many of you are serving life sentences, freedom is an afterthought. What I came here today to offer is a unique type of freedom, one beneficial to all involved."[/color] White continued as he scanned over each of the criminals, not afraid to lock eyes with any of them as he paused to press a button on a device on his wrist. A holographic image of [url=http://i.imgur.com/6PIdCSC.jpg]a ship[/url] appeared over the center of the table, further lighting up the room.

[color=fff79a]"This my friends, is the [i]I.S.S. Gladius[/i], a warship of human make. Why am I showing you this you might ask? Well, your unique freedom involves this vessel. See all of you talented people have nothing to lose, you would relish any chance to escape these metallic walls. I aim to put you all together on a highly talented task force, one which will do good for the galaxy. You will each by placed on the [i]Gladius[/i] as you undergo missions for the greater good."[/color] White said as he paced around the table, fully within arms reach of any of the prisoners as he strolled by them.

The Warden watched the display as White gave his speech. He had been briefed upon all of this and even gave his approval. He didn't like losing some of his most 'interesting' inmates, but the benefits he had received in exchange was more than enough to convince the man. He smirked as White walked near the prisoners, if any of them tried anything then it would be a one way ticket to a beating. They knew better than to do anything but just listen to the persuasive fellow.

[color=fff79a]"You will be able to do as you please aboard the ship, there's a stocked bar, a shooting range, a gym, it will be your new home which I'm sure each of you will love. You will be the only ones on the [i]Gladius[/i], there are no other people except each of you. You will receive messages about missions you have been assigned to, it is imperative that when you receive a mission that you do it immediately. You will be given freedom but you are still expected to do the work, and do it [b]well[/b].[/color]" White continued as he accentuated his final word by speaking it slightly louder than the previous ones.

[color=fff79a]"You will be provided weaponry, armor and other equipment. Along with the exact items that were taken from you when you were arrested. You will be a strike team, a ruthless, efficient and driven one even better than those in militarizes across the galaxy."[/color] The well dressed man said with a clenched, raised fist as he tried to energize the group of convicts.

[color=fff79a]"You can decline this offer, but there is no sane reason to. Some of you have otherwise been slated for execution or life imprisonment. You would go back to rotting in a cell. My offer has too many benefits to ignore. If you do enough missions then full freedom is a possibility. Even reduced sentences which will lead to full fledged freedom."[/color] White finished his words off with the bombshell of convincing words. He stood with his hands behind his back as he waited for any of the prisoners to speak up. One did, the Pirate King.

[color=a36209]"Fuck the Federation. I'd rather die than work for you scum."[/color] Callum snarled as he stared White right in the eyes. The Feds had locked him up, killed many of his gang members, turned his best friend against him. He'd rather they just put a bullet in his head and toss his corpse out an airlock than ever help them.

[color=fff79a]"You're not working for the Federation, Mr. Bowman, you're working [i]with[/i] us. We simply provide you with missions and many benefits, you will never have to speak to Federation personal. You aren't listed as one, as far as the public knows you are all locked in this facility instead of fighting for the greater good. This is not an opportunity to throw away as something like it will never come up again,"[/color] Mr. White shot back as he met Callum's stone cold glare. The Pirate King shook his head. [color=fff79a]"You have nothing to lose and everything to gain by saying yes to this offer."[/color]

[color=a36209]"Fine, but you'd better keep your word. If I ever have to speak to one of you Feds face to face while onboard that ship then I'll crash that fancy vessel into Federation HQ."[/color] Callum muttered as he agreed to the offer in the only way he could, by making a serious threat. It seemed some more of the old Pirate King had emerged when he learned he had to deal with the Federation. White awaited any other questions, answers or outbursts from the other criminals.