[@Bright_Ops][@Hank]

With a drunken skipping, Maxie paraded his way through the the station, bragging of his imminent freedom to any that would listen; willingly or otherwise.   He went from bar, to bar, paying off his many tabs with what little money he had saved; though as boisterous he may have been for the years they'd known him, many were sad to see such a perpetually happy face go, as such a friendly figure was exceptionally rare when the living in the drab conditions of Bakka.  Slowly but surely, making his goodbyes, the disgraced former knight eventually reached the part of the station that led up into the more pristine districts, the entrance to which was always guarded by a pair of Arbites, as to prevent the lesser rabble from disturbing the more important and wealthy figures.  The local Arbites knew Maxie well, commonly having to drag him back to his small apartment after the man's frequent drinking binges.  A large, gruff figure of the the two lawmen stepped forward, meeting the drunk with a "Hey there Maxie, shouldn't you be planetside right now? Simmons is gonna be pissed if he doesn't have his best heavy machines operator, and you know how he gets when hes mad." 

Looking up at the Arbite,  Maxie recognized him immediately and wrapped the stuck up bastard in a drunken bear hug as he chuckled,  [Color=darkorange]"Jamseh ya big bastard Ima miss ya lad! Fuck Simmons, that posh uppiteh little twat can go suck ah cheap whore's taint fer all ah care."[/color] waving off the rookie Arbite that had been ready to club down the unnecisarily friendly drunk, James broke the embrace of his years known drinking buddy and laid down the law; as this was not the first time Maxie had tried to get into the upper districts, "Look Maxie, for the last time-- I'm not allowed to let you past if you don't have probable cause to enter the district. I don't care how many times you claim you've got another vision from the emperor himself and whatnot-"

[Color=darkorange]"But ah do!"[/color] Maxie proudly exclaimed, cutting James off as he produced the key card and summons from the the Trader from the singular breast pocket of his jumpsuit.  Looking over the paperwork; now smeared with grime from Maximilian's filthy hands, James nodded, and stepped to the side as he handed the paper and key card back to the filthy fellow before him.  "So you're going with the Rogue Trader eh? Well Maxie, it appears everything is in order. You may pass."

Exchanging final goodbyes with perhaps the only Arbite on the entire station that didn't thoroughly dislike Maxie, he then approached the Winsor suite.  The sights and smells that filled the hallway were like that in the houses of imperial nobility, very nearly reminding Maxie of-- As if it were a reflex, ingrained in muscle memory, the man brought his half empty bottle of Amasec to his lips, immediately forgetting what it was he had been thinking about. But that didn't matter, the was a celebration to be had! Just had he inserted his key card, before the mechanisms of the door had even begun to move, he heard it.  A single word, spoken not with much volume, was drawn to Maxie's ears with the precision of a fenrisian wolf hunting the ragged whispers of its prey under the howling winds of a storm.

The man burst through the door with zeal, hoisting his beverage of choice triumphantly above his head, reminiscent of one of the legendary thunder warriors holding their standard high atop mount Ararat after their final victory of the unification wars.

[Color=darkorange]"DID SOMEONE SAY-- [b]AMASEC[/b]?????"[/color]