[color=0072bc]"Dispense with your brothers mistake another time.  I've been fortunate to obtain an audience with your employer and he has not shown up at the correct time.  I see your comm is secure enough to speak without intrusion and was curious if you would be possible to address the situation we find ourselves in."[/color] said Orion.

	Celebrimbor listened to the unfamiliar voice. The only way this man would have been able to get this number was through Garth or Ursa and Ursa was sitting right next to him. [color=39b54a]“Seeing as you already have me on the line, I might as well hear you out. But be weary you are interrupting something very important.”[/color] He looked over at Ursa, who wasn’t paying a bit of attention since he picked up his com, and winked.  [color=39b54a]“As for my employer as you call it. I currently am in charge.”[/color]

	[color=0072bc]"Astrik Strokath is still the waka-gasheri (underboss) is he not?"  Orion raised his voice slightly as would be required in this instance.  "I would believe that even a Shatei(Soldier) should respect his privacy and guests."[/color]  Sending a jab through the line to get the response he expected would come.   Orion relaxed his voice to sound accomodating [color=0072bc]"I will forgive your arrogance but I do require you to locate him for me as this matter is of an urgent nature.".[/color]  He hoped the authority in his voice would convey seniority which is a respected heirarchal trait upon which the yakuza code was founded on.  Orion also needed this almost out of desperation so he was pulling all the punches he could to make everything work out.  Valora depended on it.

	Cel almost snapped. This man had no idea who he was talking to. If Garth was going to give his private line out to just anyone then atleast make them very aware of whom they are talking to. [color=39b54a]“I’ll repeat myself again. As of right now I am currently in charge so whatever business you have can be directed to me and through me.”[/color] A pit of anger started to boil in Celebrimbor. It really frustrated him when people talked to him like this. He was first lieutenant to Astrik and as of right now he was acting waka-gasheri but, this man didn’t know and at this point Cel needed to find out who he was talking to. [color=39b54a]“Until I know who I’m speaking with, this conversation might as well be over.”[/color]

	"[color=0072bc]Easy Celebrimbor.  You yakuza sure get touchy in a time of crisis.  I wanted to see if I could trust you enough.  I know as of 5 minutes ago of Astriks fate.  I found out who I was calling through the back channels but I didn't know who else may have been affected by the sudden turn of events."[/color]  Orion paused.  [color=0072bc]" I'm certain you would have heard of the Revenant by now.  That is me."[/color]  Orion then added his condolences for the loss of his boss [color=0072bc]"Kono tabi wa goshuushousama de gozaimasu. (Please accept my condolences on this sad occasion.)".[/color]  As a sign of respect and of a Senpai, Orion stated [color=0072bc]" Please accept my apologies for the subterfuge but I'm certain that I can better explain myself in person.  If you could grace me with your presence all can be understood."[/color]

	Cel sighed then calmed himself. [color=39b54a]“I accept your apology and I also give you mine. Yes this that been a trying night for us all.”[/color] He spoke. As much as it didn’t surprise him how Astrik died, he still was a good friend. [color=39b54a]“I have heard of you and I do agree this would be a better conversation to have in person. Where can I meet you? I’m out right now but, if you’re not far then I’m sure we can set something up.”[/color] Cel put in vidcom down for a second then turned to Ursa. [color=39b54a]“I may have to go. I think we need to discuss more about the Italians. You have my number.”[/color] Before leaving Celebrimbor bowed to Ursa then kissed her hand, thanking her for having drinks with him. [color=39b54a]“Okay Revenant. Where are you located?”[/color]

	There was silence on the end of the line.  A waitress then walked up to Cel's table and put down a drink of what Celebrimbor's posion was.  Underneath the glass was a paper with writing on it.  [color=f6989d]"Compliments of the gentleman"[/color]  said the waitress pointing in the direction of the booth in which Orion was sitting in shadow with a dim blue hue from his arm only revealing the barest of features.  Celebrimbor looked at the note.  It read...

I prefer face to face, please join me once your business has concluded with your friend.
The paper did not have a signature.  However it had the heraldry of the 21st Centauri Lancers on it.

	Cel glanced over in the direction of the private booth. He picked up the drink having already said his farewells to Ursa, then strolled over. He glanced around the club as he walked over, seeing who all might be around to interrupt or eavesdrop. The only person to stand out in the crowd of drunks was this beautiful pale skinned woman in the corner. He couldn’t tell her features all to well in the light but, he was curious about her. Never seen her before. On a normal day Celebrimbor would walk over and introduce himself as a gentleman but, right now he has business to attend. As he got closer to the booth, Cel could see a man in a bomber jacket sitting alone. He had to be on his guard just in case things didn’t pan out the way he wanted them too. Celebrimbor sat down across from the man and placed his drink on the table. [color=0072bc]“Revenant I presume?”[/color] He said cunningly.

	Standing up Orion extended his hand.  [color=0072bc]"Star Colonel Orion Steiner."[/color] Cel stood back up to shake Orion’s hand. [color=39b54a]“First lieutenant Celebrimbor Sasaki. How can I help you Colonel?”[/color] The two sat back down and Cel ordered them another round of drinks.  Orion began to outline the previous agreement that had been arranged in detail allowing safe passage on one of the Yakuza ships "The Pearl" to the outer rings in exchange for a sizeable  haul of Tiritum that the mining colony had unearthed.  Unbeknownst to Cel, the mining colonies Head had a tentative deal for weapons with Orion.  This was in order to keep his dropship safe and out of the prying eyes of any passing pirates.  Everything would go smooth as silk once the ship was off this space station.  

	[color=0072bc]"I know you have alot on your shoulders right now Mr. Sasaki but Astrik had planned on joining the voyage to ensure this deal went through.  If you choose not to then I would understand."[/color]  Orion hesitated.  [color=0072bc]"I do have one more request if you would be so accomodating, simply put.  I need a pilot.  I mean a good pilot.  Not one of those hive racers.  Someone who knows how to get a ship out in a hurry.  I've got my interceptor docked but as soon as I take off I'll be blown out of space.  it's not an issue with station security but I do need someone to handle the flying part while i deal with  the not getting blown out of the air part if you get my drift".[/color]

	Cel looked over the plans and listened as Orion spoke. It wouldn’t be an easy job but it could be done. [color=39b54a]“I’ll go with you. You’ll need to help plus it’s been awhile since I’ve gone off station. I feel I’m getting a little rusty in my skills. As for your pilot situation I think I know who would be a good fit.”[/color] Ursa was his first pick out of everyone he knew. Yeah she wasn’t Yakuza but her skills were second to none. [color=39b54a]“I just hope she hasn’t left yet.”[/color] Cel glanced over at the booth he and Ursa were at and she seemed to still be there. Cel pulled the waitress aside and told her to bring Ursa over to him. There was lots to talk about and this might be a little more exciting then those damn Italians.