[color=silver][h1][center]Looped In Part 2[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Kinneas’s Bunk[/b][/center][/color]
[color=silver][center]Summary[/center][/color]
[color=silver][center][i]Cyd Skye and Fox give there friend a call letting him know this wasn’t a random encounter.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@MK Blitzen], [@Aalakrys]

"I suppose saying I'm innocent wouldn't suffice?" He said with a sly grin and shake of his head, knowing the answer to that but unable to resist asking. "Only problem with laying low is lack of funds and thus a certain lifestyle I like to keep. But you're saying you have a way around that?"

“I do. I see you’ve met a few friends of mine - I’m too old for the cloak and dagger shit. The Veil - the crew - they run jobs from time to time.  That’s one of the reasons I sent ‘em to Silverhold when things started sliding off the rails.”

"Isn't that something," Kinneas said thoughtfully, a smile threatening his lips as he mused. "The crew that hauls me off in the middle of it works for a guy I sometimes work for. So … you're saying I should rub shoulders with my kidnappers?"

“They go an kidnap you?” Fox said with a chuckle. 

"The tiny one clocked me, but her brother swears she didn't." Kinneas said, rubbing the sore spot on the back of his head. "I still have no idea how the pair of them and their captain got me and my effects out, but have to admit, I'm impressed."

“They have surprised me more than once - but if you repeat that, I’ll dock your ass. They don’t need swelled heads…. Or to ask for a bump in pay.  I can’t take full credit for it, the Skye’s got the notion in their head once Interpol got the tag in. So, they got a ship, you got a place to lay low - I get to throw even more work their way. That’s what they call symbiosis.” 

"Yeah, real serendipitous." The way Kinneas said it seemed as if there was another shoe to fall, but he didn't leave it hanging. "Except the fact that I haven't made the best impression on the captain, what with tackling him and calling him fatherly. And… I'm pretty sure the kid - hell, both of them, even - would murder me in my sleep, albeit for different reasons. Not sure we'd have the best cohesion for a symbiotic relationship."

“I’ll talk to Jago, me and him have some history.” Fox promised. "You’re new to them, they’re new to you, if you were braiding each other's hair already I’d be worried.  Look, give it a little time, lay low on the ship, I’ll send work your way. At least until we can clear you with Interpol. Look, I know you didn’t go an’ kill anyone unjustified - and definitely not  a bunch of miners just looking for a ten percent raise.”  

"No, I didn't." The easy manner in which he'd been talking faded as his expression darkened. The deaths at the other mine had made him angry, and not much could do that. It passed just as quickly as it'd come with a breath. "But fine. If you can convince what seems an ornery o– Deckard. And I'll lock the hatch while I sleep, or I just might wake up with my hair braided."

The last Kinneas said with a bit of wariness as he glanced towards the ladder where he'd last seen Serena.

“I’ll talk to Jago. I wanted to pitch the idea to you first, see how you feel about laying low on the ship while we go about finding out what happened up at Cold Creek.” Fox said, sitting back in his chair. The wooden chair creaked under his weight.  

"Keep me updated?" Kinneas said, that sly smile touching his eyes as he purposefully thought on how that conversation would go rather than the mine incident. 

“I’ll have the kids send you a wave, I hate these ruttin’ things, you’ll be updated. They’re going to head out to Silverhold first thing. Settle in son, you may be there for a while. Uh… Fox. Over.” 
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