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"Crew to the bridge for a meeting."

That had been the request earlier. Darien had done as asked. Heading up to the bridge and parking himself at a window. He looked out and sighed, "Taxore." He said simply and as they waited for the briefing to begin he peered out the window, "Polux Base...workers revolt" He muttered as they passed over some mountains on the surface. After abit he rumbled, "And there's Tank Town 1918...Hostile take over..." He shook his head sadly. And a little while later, down below the irregular form of a Hive city can be seen on the surface, "Hive City Vorkun...Corp Inflitration." He spat to the side, then stomped on the wet spot on the deck and scrapped it clean with his boot, "Some auld lang syne ought tae bade bottled up."

He gave a sniff and turned in time to hear the beginning of the briefing. He really didn't want to look down at the planet that he'd been on a few times doing Corp dirty work. He crossed his arms and listened carefully. So the Captain had found them another job. Praise any deity who wants to listen. But then the other shoe drops. He blinks, and clears his throat, "Captain..." His slight scottish accent in evidence, "Captain, urr ye saying that oor contractor is aff tae be a gang leader sur? 'n' yin that seems tae be fairly weel-kent if he's git a moniker even?" He clears his throat, "Juist wanting tae mak' sure ah heard ye richt." He doesn't sound to be naysaying or anything, but sounds cautious. "We didnae gie muckle mynd tae gangs 'n' th' lik' back in th' asf, juist odd trying tae wrap mah heid aroond workin' wi' thaim." He shrugs, "Bit na maiter whilk wey ye cannae git rid o' me. Sae a'm in lik' Flynn."

The older feline nods then gives a shrug, all good to go either way.