Misha eyed as the two bounty hunters made their way into the bowels of the airship. He especially eyed Reva cautiously, almost bumping into her as she passed by. But he urged gimself not to for the sake of the captain and upholding an image of himself. For now. He returmed the Maurice's nod with less caution, though he took a good look at the man too. He didn't like the captaon hiring more guns, but he really didn't have a choice in the matter. With options not in his hand, Misha diligently admitted himself to guard duty and took place in front of the walkway to the ship.

"It's alright now little girl, you are safe from bad pirates." His voice boomed as he looked over to Charlotte to give her a reassuring smile. "Misha will protect you!" He laughed whole heartedly and pat Charlotte's back several times. Poor girl.

He was distracted however as a man came up to him in introduction. Appereantly he was named Booker Laverne. Not that Misha cared much for that, he could've been named John Sparrow for all he cared. He was about to give a crass response to the man, but clearly he didn't want to wait around. He just fixed a gas mask and jumped off the platform and onto their ship, much to Misha's amusement and anger. "Get off my girl you imbecile!" He shouted, but before he could tale actions a couple of weird individuals approached the ship as well. Clearly, they all wanted to talk, and he couldn't quite send them away without the captain. Misha cursed his predicament, and turned over to the priest.

"We don't need crazy folk around here like you, star man!" He exclaimed and looked over at the pirates. He had a murderous glint in his eyes, and they all turned away from him in an instant. "You can do whatever you want with those three, but you are not setting a foot on the ship until the captain comes back!" Misha crossed his arms intimidatingly. He couldn't care less what the priest did with those traitorous pirates, but he positiviely didn't want a crazy priest on board. He just hoped the caltai would be of a similar mind too.

"And you, weapons lady!" He adressed Sarah and glanced over at the weapon she was carrying. "This isn't a transport ship! Do you not see?!" He was getting upset at all the people gathering around. Misha never liked to talk with strangers, he knew he sucked at it. He just cursed the captain for leaving him alone like that, they always get hogged by recruits at ports. It should've been him to stay out here, while Misha could give the mercenaries their money. "All of you, stand back!" He shouted with a deep bellow. The air rang still after his voice had seemingly calmed the crowd. "Misha is in good mood, so he will not punch all of you! But you will all stay there until captain comes back! Amd you!" He turned over to Booker. "Get off before I hurt you!"

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Meanwhile, Oliver has lead Reva and Mazrice inside the small cabin area. It was just spacious enough for the three of them clearly it was the cockpit judging by the steering wheel and equipment in the front of it, and a stray ladder going upwards indicated that the ship was bigger than it first seemed.

He had just finished listenining to their proposals. "Lady, Gent, I am happy to hear of your steadfast spirit!" He smiled and sat down on the edge of the only table in the room. "And yes, we do need new crew members. You two made quick work of the previous ones. Those treacherous bastards..." He shook his head and took a good look at the two.

The girl, Reva, she seemed like a powderkeg ready to explode. But if she exploded at the right time, it would prove to be quite useful for the crew. The man, Maurice, he was somethibg else. He was well mannered, perhaps too much for the world around him. Still, he seemed like he wouldn't stray from dirty work. Something that is a highly appreciated skill among crews.

Misha's voice made the glasses resonate as it almost passed through them unfiltered. It seems like he was causing trouble again. Oliver took a qzick peek outside before adressing the mercenaries. "Fine, I gave it a quick think. I'll hire you both, because I am afraid Misha might kill all other applicants." He pat the table he was sitting on. "But if you want the Magnificent to be your new home, you'll let go of the blood money. You take either the creds or the job. I don't want a crew who hungers only for my money."