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"Ah.  Captain Jasper" Miria, a petite marine with black hair and silver eyes said with a bow as her former captain stepped off the small dingy, onto the dock.  She was alone as he requested, and dressed in civilian clothes, a yellow sundress with her hair down to shoulder length.  

"It's good to see you're still alive."  She frowned.  "Honestly, I was a bit nervous about if you were alive or not, what with all the rumors going around after you left the navy."  She shook her head with a smile.  "But of course I should've known better.  Nobody is crazy enough to just up and proclaim they were going to join the revolution and bring down the world government and all that."

"I was drunk" Jasper shrugged.  "And angry."  He slung his sack over his shoulder and stared off towards the prison at the edge of town.  "Seemed like a good idea at the time."  He started walking towards the town.

Miria swallowed.  "Uh well, I didn't hear that."  She shook her head and hurried after her formal captain.  "Not at all.  None of those words came out while I was here, not a one."  She laughed and scratched the back of her neck nervously.  "So anyways, talks of revolt happening or not, what brings you out here to this little post in the middle of nowhere."

"I wouldn't say nowhere.  There's a few towns in the area."

"Pfff.  A few small towns.  They don't even have any movie theaters, or novelty shops.  There's just enough people here to have the basics."

"Basics are a good enough."

"I suppose."  Miria touched the corner of her mouth.  "Living conditions aside, what brings you here to Dirk town?  You were oddly quiet in your letter.  So I assumed it was important, about things you'd never think about much less say out loud especially to people still in the navy whom you wouldn't want to get into trouble."

"And yet, you're still asking about those things I'd never say."  Jasper smiled.

"Well yes, but you're a crewmate.  Once a crewmate, always a crew mate, and all that.  I mean, I'm going to do what I can, but nothing that would get me or my comrades in deep, of course."

"Of course."  Jasper nodded.

The two walked in silence a few steps.  "WEll?"

"I hear they finally caught Shade." 

"Oh."  Miria's eyes went wide before she calmed down and nodded.  "Yes.  They caught her a few days ago at a nearby trading town, the Archer's rest.  Not sure the exact circumstances but she gave them a lot of trouble."

"I see, and what did they finally bring her in for?  The lady isn't exactly a saint but she's never been very high on the wanted posters either.  How come the sudden interest?"

"Well, she killed a high-ranking member of the marines, Lieutenant Walsh!  I'm amazed you hadn't heard about that!  It was all over the news!"

"I heard about it alright!"  Jasper shrugged.  "But didn't rightly think it was true."

"And why is that?"  Miria said with narrowed eyes.

"Miria, you know those things that someone might say that a member of the marines wouldn't want to hear, for the safety of themselves and their comrades?"

"Yes."  The woman went pale and gave a curt nod.

"This is one of those things someone in your shoes wouldn't want to know."  Jsaper grinned over towards the prison