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Livingstone had been waiting patiently for everyone to file out, and indeed most of them did, but it seemed that at least one of them had decided he would rather ask the Rogue Trader seemingly inane questions that he believed were important - Livingstone was more than happy to indulge him.

"'O Donald," breathed the Trader, walking over to where the man stood and leaning in to peer at him, "yes, I got your requests and I must say I was not too impressed with the tone." Slowly he walked around the Janitor, William looking on impassively, selecting a vintage of amasec and pouring a glass.

He took a moment to still himself, then poured another glass and placed it in front of Rupert.

"I understand the politics of the ship, not as much as yourself of course, but I knew your father - believe it or not - and he taught me a couple of things at least. Not least of all that the Janitors and the nations of the vessel are a quarrelsome lot."

The amasec burned down his throat as he took a gulp, his nostrils filling with alcoholically induced fire, and Livingstone waved a hand through the air.

"The Janitors can remain the internal security force, but I have already hired armed ratings to work alongside them. I hope there will be no unfortunate business, it would be [i]unpleasant[/i] for many people."

After finishing off the glass he placed it back on the table and smiled, "as for a head of security, well, I suppose it's a fine thing that [b]you[/b] are now the new Head of Security internally for the ship." One frail seeming hand tapped Rupert gently on the shoulders, that monocle measuring every twitch of muscle in his face, "I hope for your sake that you can shoulder the role... Now, I will hear no more about it. I shall see you on the bridge."

By his tone there would be no further words - Rupert could try to force the issue, but William was already looking annoyed and it wouldn't be advisable.