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Rupert looked up from inspecting his flamer to have a quick glance at his rather underwhelming new lord and master, Lord-Captain Drake. He hadn't actually met the captain in charge before Lord Drake arrived on the recently rebranded [i]Golden Aquila[/i] (He had actually asked some of the older crew members about the renaming. Much to his own surprise, their home being renamed like that was actually fairly common but due to their way of life often had no impact on them in the slightest), but from what stories and information that he had been informed of from the story tellers and elder crew members, Lord Drake was currently being viewed in a neutral light as far as captains went. 

The fact that he clearly didn't seem to care about the inner workings of his ship or the interactions between the ship tribes/nations that had formed had actually been seen as a positive by most of the crew since it meant that he wasn't likely to get underfoot or try to change anything... removing the torpedo bays to replace them with more cargo space [i]had[/i] caused an uproar among the ship tribes, but it hadn't been due to the action itself; The Spottar-Gunnar Coalition had been dedicated to operating and maintaining the torpedo bays and the change was forcing them to redefine who they were. It didn't help that Cargonia was making a case that the expanded cargo bays fell under their God-Emperor given domain and the members of the SGC would either be absorbed into Cargonia or at the least become a vassal state, but considering how large that would make Cargonia, none of the other tribes were having it.

It was doubtful that something as serious as a war was going to break out, but depending on how heated some things got there might be a few brawls, on honor duel or two... maybe even an assassination if things really started to get out of hand. 

Still, that didn't exactly distract from the nervousness that came from boarding the shuttle with his new lord and master along with a handful of his junior Janitors. In all of his years he had never once set foot outside of his home, but having to escort Lord Drake on a recruiting mission while the diplomatic talks were taking place meant that he couldn't take the more veteran or diplomatic members of the Janitorial Union with him without risking things turning [i]nasty[/i]. 

Taking a filtered breath through his breathing mask, he finally decided to speak to Lord Drake as the current head of his defense squad "[color=0072bc]Lord Drake, what kind of personal are you hoping to find on this mission?[/color]"