[color=silver][h1][center]Hire me! Part 1[/center][/h1][/color]
[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Cockpit[/b][/center][/color]
[color=silver][center]Summary[/center][/color]
[color=silver][center][i]Kinneas ask for a job on the LV. Goes as well as you might think.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen], [@Aalakrys]

Jago lounged in the co-pilot's seat looking over the cortex on the screen. “ … not a lot going on but if it works out we’ll have another fixer throwing jobs our way. But even a cozy town got something going on, hell, the Jat’s got work.” Jago said scratching his chin, the town was a small one so there was a creeping doubt other than taking on a bounty there would be call for their ilk other than schmoozing an up-and-coming fixer they were meeting up with. 

“I’m just saying every time we get a new fixer thrown in things go from bad to worse, and that one time, to really really worse.” Tim reminded him, as the pilot pushed back some in his seat. 

“That makes my situation sound promising.” Kinneas said from the doorway as he leaned against it, levity in his tone despite the fact that this arrangement was already living up to expectations. And, it wasn’t a high bar. 

Jago didn't even look up from his screen. "And what situation would that be?" The Captain asked tapping the screen.

“The one where I offer my services in exchange for extended stay on your ship.” Kinneas said, more gusto in his tone than simple pragmatism though he remained in the doorframe. “I have to say, I think it’s more than a fair trade given the quality of the coffee.”

"What's wrong with the coffee?" Jago asked, turning the chair to face Kinneas with a quivering eyebrow.

“If you’re in a bind, it can strip paint off your ship’s hull?” Kinneas suggested by way of explanation, not bothering to comment on the captain’s apparent lack of taste. 

“I told you to spring the extra credits for the Ariopolis blend,” Tim said with a shake of his head. “And you said [i] what do those Ariopolis assholes know about coffee[/i] . Well, there you have it.” 

"Just cuz our coffee sucks doesn't mean they know shit about coffee." Jago defended. "Ariopolis blend is an overpriced bunch of burnt beans anyway."

Tim held out his hand in an iffy gesture. “I’d respectfully disagree, but I’d also respectfully like my head to stay attached to my shoulders so I’ll just pretend to look at a few of these fancy dials and let you all talk.” 

“No, don’t stop on my account - disagree. The doc was lookin’ for something to do.” Kinneas said with a grin. “Although, it involved less dismemberment and more gushy gunshot wound. Fleshy, I think she said.”

“That sounds like a word Enid would use,” Tim said, making a face. “You’ll get used to it, if you’re sticking around for a bit.”
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