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	[color=f26522][b]Ship Yard:[/b][/color] "Nooowww don't be going and doing nuthin' you gonna be regretting," the man stammered as he held his hands up and tried to stand his ground. It wasn't working. Anisa stood there, her gun pointed directly at him. It didn't waiver at all as she kept her eyes on him. After a moment she waved it slightly, motioning for him to step into his office. "Riight, of course. Let's get those papers signed and the lock taken off that rig," he added shakily as he started to move slowly from where he stood towards a small building. 

	Anisa followed him at a safe distance slowly, stepping deliberately behind him. Her gun still pointed at him as he disappeared into the office itself. Stopping she glanced over towards Harper as he spoke. A small smirk played on her lips and she nodded. She did indeed have a name for her new ship. It was one that she had had on standby for sometime, knowing that the days of the Vengeance would one day come to an end. No matter how hard a person worked, eventually a ship would no longer fly. Sure she could go back for the Vengeance but at what cost? No, it was better to leave that ship and the times that came with it in the past. 

	[color=f26522]"Sure does. Her name's Prometheus."[/color] With that Anisa turned her head and walked into the office to [i]tend to business.[/i]

	[color=f26522][b]The Toy Store:[/b][/color] Royus sat there, listening to Fitz speak. More than that waiting for him to make a move on the board. Once the boy had he leaned forward a bit, his eyes darting across the playing field as his fingers pressed against each other. "I see, well that does sound like an exciting way to see the 'verse," he said as he picked up a piece and moved it. His old fingers stayed on the piece for a minute as if he was contemplating changing the move. His lips pursing a bit he finally let go and sat back in his chair once again. 

	Looking over towards Fitz he smiled, happy with his move. "Wouldn't try tonight. Off loading in the evenings, people selling and trading, wanting to get off ship to explore the city and relax a bit," he said before rubbing his chin a bit and looking over towards the front of the store. "Mornings is best, people wanting to get back off world, ready to fill their ship with crew or passengers but if you don't want to wait that long there are a few places crew blow off steam around here. One is Lady Lucks," he mentioned before looking back over to Fitz and waiting for his next move. 

	[b][color=f26522]Dressmaker:[/color][/b] "Alright," she said quickly. The dressmaker nodded a bit and pulled out a spool of thread. It wasn't surgical, at least not for her it wasn't but it was of silk so it would be thin enough to not need a large needle yet strong enough to hold. Unwinding it from the spool she got a decent length of the silk thread before cutting it. Picking out a needle she threaded it before pouring a small amount of alcohol over it. 

	"Okay, bite down on this," she said handing Mei a strap piece of leather and the bottle of liquor. She figured the woman would need one or the other or both. Sitting down on her stool and planting both her feet on the ground she looked up at Mei and tried to give her a reassuring look. "Might want to hold your thanks until I get done," he said, trying to make light of the situation. Taking a deep breath she waited for Mei to be ready before she began stitching her up. 

	[color=f26522][b]Retribution:[/b][/color] [color=fff79a]"So, that everything?"[/color] Atticus asked Jahosafat as they walked out of the main cargo area of the ship. 

	[color=gray]"Completely and positively. Isn't a spec left. Anything else we have to be completing before that fiery captain gets back?"[/color] Jahosafat asked as he put his top hat on and picked up the last of his things to carry out of the cargo bay. 

	Atticus shook his head as he picked up his own personal last case. [color=fff79a]"Nope, looks like we pretty much got it. We moved most of it before the Captain left. Only were a few crates left to tend to,"[/color] he said as the two walked out of the hold. Making sure that Daphne was out of it he closed it up and locked it as well. [color=fff79a]"Might as well have a seat ad enjoy some of this fresh air until everyone gets back."[/color]