Conall Barclay
Conall did not immediately respond to Auria's explanation, instead only offering a thoughtful pause. He wasn't entirely satisfied by it - even buildings that seemed abandoned usually wound up being owned by somebody , and even if they didn't care for the building itself, they might still care for the damage money they could sue for.
Then again, the local law enforcement as well as the court systems of Alpha Base were not exactly known for their organization, efficiency, or fairness. As far as some were concerned, the very existence of such systems were entirely theoretical until seen in action.
A thoughtful expression appeared on his face as he overheard the nature of the job they were about to take. Although he held the Galactic Federation in a certain disdain, he had to admit he didn't entirely relish the idea of stealing unknown technology and handing it off to a shady stranger who intended to do who-knew-what with it. But the Captain seemed content to take the job. He looked at her blankly, and then shrugged.
He offered a barely-perceptible nod to Hathka. He did not care for her people. Loathed them, in fact. But they had served together for years, and together they were the foremost stealth experts in the crew. Often had they been required to scout out or infiltrate enemy positions together. That had required him to develop a certain degree of tolerance, which had in turn developed into a very grudging respect. Between the two of them, he was the better shot, of course, but he reckoned her to be better in close quarters combat, which was fine by him.
He stepped over to Auria.
Conall did not immediately respond to Auria's explanation, instead only offering a thoughtful pause. He wasn't entirely satisfied by it - even buildings that seemed abandoned usually wound up being owned by somebody , and even if they didn't care for the building itself, they might still care for the damage money they could sue for.
Then again, the local law enforcement as well as the court systems of Alpha Base were not exactly known for their organization, efficiency, or fairness. As far as some were concerned, the very existence of such systems were entirely theoretical until seen in action.
A thoughtful expression appeared on his face as he overheard the nature of the job they were about to take. Although he held the Galactic Federation in a certain disdain, he had to admit he didn't entirely relish the idea of stealing unknown technology and handing it off to a shady stranger who intended to do who-knew-what with it. But the Captain seemed content to take the job. He looked at her blankly, and then shrugged.
"A job is a job,"
he muttered with clear unenthusiasm.
He offered a barely-perceptible nod to Hathka. He did not care for her people. Loathed them, in fact. But they had served together for years, and together they were the foremost stealth experts in the crew. Often had they been required to scout out or infiltrate enemy positions together. That had required him to develop a certain degree of tolerance, which had in turn developed into a very grudging respect. Between the two of them, he was the better shot, of course, but he reckoned her to be better in close quarters combat, which was fine by him.
He stepped over to Auria.
"Name's Conall. I can show you around, if ya want,"
he offered in a neutral, but polite tone.
"Bring you up to speed, and all that. What's yer name, by the way?"
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
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