Rail Yards - Persephone
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The yards are rusted and gleaming, busy and abandoned in turns. Several warehouses are set up, heavy moving equipment standing at the ready to load cargo onto the rail cars waiting. Here dock workers can be seen moving, working, smoking and watching. But one does not have to go very far to come upon rail cars that fell into disuse. Rust creeps. The unused tracks have grass growing among them. Silence becomes... sinister.
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There is normally activity here. After all, cargos and cars to be moved. However, that is mostly to the north and on a weekend like this? The Rail Yards are deserted. Or mostly deserted. A few hundred feet in there is a slight congregation of forms. A woman is half encircled by three men. One stands behind her and holds her arm while the two others are facing Beck. Beck is a couple yards away, gun pointed and held steady on the two.

The weapon doesn't waver, hardened eyes moving from one goon to the other, landing on Tris momentarily, then flicking to Bob as he reaches for his gun. Beck's revolver instantly points towards his head, and he gives an antagonizing, "Uh uh. Hands up, buddy." He smirks somewhat, making a show of canting his head. "Just talkin' to her? Oh, I can see that. The problem? I'm a really rude kinda guy. People always tellin' me that I'm interruptin'. It's a habit." The deadly looking weapon shifts to point at Ed. "Let go of her. That's the last time I ask. Next time it's gonna be a bullet. Believe me when I say I'll have no problem with that."

Tris continues to bite her lip and starts to gently pull her arm away from Ed. "There's no need for this. Except for proving a point." She says softly, "And I'm sure no one wants to get hurt here today."

Bob drops his hand from the revolver. "Yeah. Right. Go on then." He looks over his shoulder, "Ed, we'll catch up with this later..." He winks at Tris.

- Cole rolls Stealth with a modifier of 0. Result: 7
- Rolled Stealth with modifier of 0. Result: 0+1+0+6=7

- Cole rolls Singing with a modifier of 0. Result: 9
- Rolled Singing with modifier of 0. Result: 1+2+0+6=9

It's been a tremendously long time since Cole has lived on Persephone's streets. Three whole months. A lifetime, by twelve year old standards. Thus, he is quite realistic in believing that his trip to the Rail Yards is quite wasted and that his precious blue blanket has been lost forever, but he is equally rusty in the art of staying low-key, and he is actually singing - pretty badly - as he stumbles right into the gathering. Recognizing the danger, he tries immediately to dive behind cover, but, to compound his sloppiness, he hits his knee hard and lets out an "OW" when he lands.

Ed reluctantly lets go of Tris' arm.

Beck smiles pleasantly as the men begin to back off, laying down their brusque promises of a later. "Sure. You boys can sweep me off my feet any day." His tone is dry, thick with sarcasm, and even as they depart, his weapon doesn't drop. He visibly tenses at the sound of singing, craning his neck to see Cole fall and he winces, a position that's dangerous in such an encounter. He quickly looks back to the men, though, ensuring that they aren't intending to shoot him while his guard is down.

Tim kicks dirt after Cole, "Sewer rat." He snorts. He starts to turn away, "Come on, boys. Let's go find the Holds and see what we can, eh?" He snickers.

Bob's hand continues to linger by his hip. But he backs up as well. Ed, on the other hand, seems more pouty about matters. He mutters something to Tris, "...little...hurt...and..."

Tris pales and takes a few rather quick steps forward. She's smart enough to angle them to the side, not blocking Beck's aim. She walks past her 'rescuer' and puts her back to the nearest rail way car. She does not run, though. Not yet.

Cole stays quiet and clutches his leg, hoping from the commentary that he's beneath concern.

Moments pass, and Beck finally holsters his pistol once more, turning away from the men to now face Tris and Cole, his brow rising. Not in concern.. rather, an expectancy. His first gesture is to Tris, "What are you doing walking around here alone? If that ain't a perfect example of dangerous parts, I don't know what is. You realize what almost happened, right?" His gaze shifts to Cole, watching the boy clutch his leg. "And you.." A pause. "Your leg alright?"

The trio walks away, yes. With many backward glances and glares. They disappear into one of the rail cars without further ado.

"I, yes, I simply...Thank you, of course, but you..." Tris begins, but breaks off as either the men leave or attention is drawn back to Cole. She looks over the boy, brow furrowing. She doesn't repeat Beck's question though, simply walks over to Cole and crouches down, "Do you need a hand up?"

Spider arrives from Eavesdown Docks - Persephone.
Spider has arrived.

Cole gratefully extends a hand to Tris so that she can help him up, an apologetic glance cast towards Beck. "Yeah, 's fine. Better'n my pride's for sure."

A man meets the trio of thugs at that rail car further away, now that they've been scared off. He's blonde, notably the one who disappeared earlier. Striking blue eyes, well built. Almost a mirror imagine of Beck, yet younger. Groomed identically. He looks surprised at the men coming along 'without' their prey of Tris, and Bob gestures back towards Beck. The man - noticeable to those who may frequent Beylix, and certainly to the Starship Captain - goes red, stepping forward, hand dropping to his weapon.

"But I what?" Beck responds to Tris quickly, not looking entirely too pleased. "Saved you from suffering something ungodly? Please." He shakes his head, then looks to Cole as he's helped to his feet. "Same question is posed to you. I hear you're a resourceful one and all, but these parts.." He frowns, glancing around himself. "Being alone in general ain't gonna be good for the lifespan. Not with them sorts around.." He makes a show of glancing to where the three thugs disappeared to, and spots that other man. And recognize him he does. Mouth slowly opens, almost a gape, but it's replaced. Instantly. Rage. "Darwin," he whispers, eye-contact made with the smuggler from afar. "You son of a bitch." He begins stalking forward towards the thugs again, hand going to his pistol, only just recently re-holstered.

Coming out from between two warehouses, backing out of it and waving to someone in there, Spider appears. Cigarette dangles cheerfully from her lips, hair is its usual disorderly self and a cocky smirk rests on her lips as she swings around to march onwards, unaware of the brewing problems. At least, for now. She blinks, spotting the familiar figure of Beck heading in her direction looking like he's about to kill someone. Then, seeing Cole and Tris, she blinks again and cocks her head, moving closer to the wall of a warehouse she's passing. Suddenly feeling a need to be invisible and unnoticed.

Tris sighs, "No, its not like that. I was going to say that I do thank you, but I can't leave here just yet. And I..." She trails off as Darwin steps forward and Beck reacts. Her hands go to steady Cole as he stands, just in case. But she takes a step forward, alarm growing. "Mr... Sir...?"

Cole rolls Perception with a 0 modifier. Result: 21

Darwin withdraws a long silver .357 pistol from his holster, taking aim. His expression mirrors that of the Captain stalking towards him, complete and utter hatred. The trio of goons behind him now have expressions of recognition also, perhaps putting a face to a name. Bob is close behind Darwin, and whispers something quietly in his ear. Whatever he says possibly makes sense, as Darwin's weapon lowers. Eye-contact remains on Beck, and finally, he smirks - knowingly, as if he'd won the day. Without a word, he and the trio of thugs round the corner of abandoned trains, disappearing from view.

- Cole rolls Sleight-of-hand with a modifier of 0. Result: 17
- Rolled Sleight-of-hand with modifier of 0. Result: 0+1+0+16=17

- Spider rolls Stealth with a modifier of 0. Result: 16

"Riiiight," Cole murmurs, watching the situation between Beck and this Darwin fellow tensely. "Not out of it, then." He stoops just a moment, feigning a knee issue, taking the opportunity to palm a nice egg sized rock, just in case it should be required. Eyes briefly flit across to Spider's hiding place, and then a quiet nudge is made to Tris, to discreetly inform her of the suspicious presence.

Beck's colt is out also, pointing at Darwin as he advances forward in surging steps. But then the smuggler departs, and Beck is left without a target. And also looking rather uncomfortable. Darwin, of course, had the upper hand with numbers. Why he didn't strike then and there is more concerning than the fact that Beck could have been riddled with holes. Slowly and reluctantly, he re-holsters his pistol once more, turning back to Tris and Cole. Most or the irritation in his expression is yet to leave, and it is present in his voice as he speaks. "Beck. It's Beck," he says in the direction of Tris, looking back over his shoulder every so often, expression distant, as if lost in his thought.

Spider feels the hair on her neck stand on end. She knows that something behind her is what is what is making Beck so angry and self-preservation makes her want to stay somewhere totally out of line of fire. So, she moves between some crates and a warehouse, ducking down low and moving cautiously towards Cole and Tris, trying to keep an eye on the former. Seeing Beck return, she smirks a little and pops out from hiding, now stalking openly towards the trio with that oh so annoying cocky smirk. "Well," she drawls, Beylix accent pronounced, "I'm really disappointed, Stubbles. No shootouts? Or did I miss that part?" She tips an imaginary hat at Cole and Tris, grinning at the two and flipping out a battered pack of cigarettes to offer around, Cole first.

Tris looks down at Cole at the nudging and then over to Spider. Recognition crosses her face and she clears her throat a little. She looks back to Beck and inhales. "Beck. Mr. Beck?" She tests. She glances to Spider at the 'Stubbles' but moves on, "Beck, are you alright? Is that man... could he be coming back?"

"Let's not be here when he does," Cole suggests sagely, accepting a cigarette from Spider with his right hand and sticking it in the nook above his ear. He starts to slowly head back the way he came, eyes remaining attuned to the abandoned trains where they disappeared.

Beck reaches out quickly, snagging the cigarette from Cole's ear as he steps backwards. "It's bad for you," he says gruffly, then proceeds to stick it between his lips, the cig hanging loosely. He glances to Tris, raising and eyebrow. "Just Beck," he begins, then shrugs. "He's one of those reasons why you shouldn't be walking around here alone. And they said they would, didn't they? Question is, am I gonna be around to threaten them profusely if they try to nab you again?" He look to Spider, snorting, but that irritating has yet to fade. He waves a hand to Spider as the cigarette box is offered around, and even though he has one hanging between his lips, he says, "No thanks. I quit." He proceeds to lean forward towards Spider, tightening his lips so the cigarette stretches horizontally, as if expecting her to light it.

"Cole, I'll catch up to you later," Spider tells the boy, flashing him her warmest smile; clearly, she's rather fond of him. Smirking at the captain, she lights his cigarette up with a cheap lighter. "Yeah, me too," she says and then takes another deep drag on her own cigarette before pointing it at Tris in a curious fashion. "You got into trouble with some goons, eh? And, did ya find what you were looking for the other day?"

Tris looks toward the left and brushes her hand along her side. "Likely not," she says to Beck, "After all, I do believe you likely have better things to do in your life?" She smiles, though a bit weakly, "But don't worry. Whatever happens, I will be fine. Honestly." She glances to Spider and seems to hesitate, "In a way, yes." She seems a bit reluctant to explain further. "Thank you.."

Cole tosses a dirty look towards Beck, and then gives all three of them strange glances... how can they be talking so casually moments after almost having a shootout with bloodthirsty goons? He continues edging away from the yard.

Beck's eyes find Cole, and the Captain raises his head slightly. "You might wanna find Amery. She has a job for you to help with on Gal. To be paid for of course," he says with a puff of smoke. Without his coat on, his stature can be clearly seen through the tight-fitting black t-shirt, muscles still tight, as if he still hasn't relaxed from seeing this Darwin person. His expression has softened, however, either from control he's regained or from the cigarette helping to calm him. The end of a cigarette flares like a burning ember as he takes another puff, then focused on Tris. "I had better things to do than follow those guys here in the first place. But that didn't stop me." For a rescuer, he certainly doesn't act like the knight. He tilts his head in the direction Tris had previously been moving though, in a gesture. "C'mon. I'll take you where y'need to be."

The group is about to disperse, so Spider nods a farewell to Tris and Beck. "Later, folks. Don't get mugged!" And with a grin, she heads off towards the landing pad, flicking the finished cigarette away in a shower of sparks.

Spider heads through Eavesdown Docks (ED) into Eavesdown Docks - Persephone.
Spider has left.

"That's uncommonly kind of you." Tris says, blinking and looking a bit taken aback by the offer. She continues to look at him for a moment and then nods, "But only if you are sure. Though, I suppose if you weren't you wouldn't have offered?"

Cole slips out, unwilling to stay around while such an obvious threat looms.

[Eavesdown Docks - Persephone]
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Set on the fringes of the city, the docks are almost a world unto themselves. The area is hemmed in, defined by huge cargo containers that have long been abandoned here. Under the protective watch of their colorful eyes, tents have sprung up like mushrooms. Stores and dwellings alike - there are few defined streets with canvas flapping every which way. Bicycles carry the impatients to their goals and every once and a while various gangs form and prowl the streets.
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Spider has arrived.

Jasia is sitting outside the Galatea, shorts and tank top prepared for catching some sun. She's brushing her hair back and braiding it, expression slightly bored.

Spider arrives to the docks via bicycle, given a ride by one of the many offering such service. She jumps lightly off and pays the young boy driving her, and he salutes and heads on to find new customers. Spider adjusts the bag slung over a shoulder and looks out over the pad, towards the Galatea. Sliding around a crowd, she soon emerges and lifts a hand to wave at the doctor.

"Hello, Spider." Jasia says lightly. She flips her newly created braid over her shoulder. "Wandering about?"

"Hi Doc," Spider replies and stops nearby, crouching down in a comfortable position, squinting at the other woman. "In a manner. Actually looking for Cole, have you seen him?"

"Not a breath of him," Jasia says as she looks down to Spider. Curiousity is in her gaze but she doesn't voice it.

"Well, I'm sure I'll find him eventually. It was nothing too important, anyway," Spider says and straightens up again, flashing Jasia a grin. "If you see him, mind telling him I'm looking for him?"

[Many hours later, after hopping a transport to Beaumonde...]

Summerlands Hotel and Casino - East Water Front - Beaumonde
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Richly colored carpeting, thick and yielding under the step, precisely matches the curtains framing bay windows with a view to the street. A slim tree, waxy buds just blooming, drapes over the curved counter where the hotel staff awaits the needs of their guests. Three steps descend into a cozy looking lounge area where several seats are offered with a view of the lake.
To the east side of the room a plaque announces the night's menu at the hotel's restaurant, Dan E's, while the sound of music to the west leads to the potential entertainment of the Jack of Spades Casino.
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Cole knocks on the door to Travis' room. "It's me," he calls through.

Travis calls through the door, "It's open."

Cole pokes his head in first, glancing around the area, and then steps in entirely. "'lo Mister Jackson. Came t'see if'n y'needed me yet, the Gal's repairs seem just 'bout done."

Travis sits in front of a writing desk as he works on his computer. Glancing up he motions for Cole to come in. "Actually I'm just about to wrap up this deal. They seemed fairly impressed with what we found. Have a seat and help yourself to room service. The casino is paying the bill while they look at the report," he says with a wink. "So what have you been up to? I can't imagine you've spent your entire time working on a single console?"

Cole shakes his head. "One thing leads t'nother, y'know how it is with electronics." He moves over to the offered seat, plopping down with a large thud. "Did the whole thing without me? An' here'n I thought y'needed me."

Travis chuckles, "Well for the presentation to Mr. Garris I thought it would be best to do a one and one. Now if he wants us to do an actual break in. Well that's where I figure you and perhaps some of your acquaintances will come into play. But we'll have to see what they want to do with the information." Glancing back to his computer he puts a couple of finishing touches on what he was working on and sends it on its merry little way. "But don't worry, I get the feeling this will lead to bigger things. I doubt this well be the last job for a casino. If they're all this easy to break into."

Cole yawns, leaning further back on the chair and stretches his arms. "Bet'n they are, 'cept'n I don't think normal folk'd call it 'easy'." He leans forward again, peering at Travis curiously. "What got you into usin' the 'tex so much, mm?"

Travis glances down at his chair, "Well, while the other kids were out running and playing hide and seek. I was.. indisposed so to speak. The only way I could escape was through my mind, books, the 'tex. So I read. . . A lot. Eventually I learned to walk again. But I never was able to run and play in their reindeer games.

Cole raises a curious brow. "If'n y'learned t'walk again, why're you still in the chair?" he wonders bluntly.

Travis shrugs a bit, "Well, I can walk but I'm not as strong as say your average 10 year old. I normally have to carry a lot of equipment. So using this chair to haul things around in helps. Not to mention it's easier to hide things in the chair and most people are less likely to expect you to do physical things while you're in the chair. Also most are less likely to become physical with someone in a chair. Sure there are a few out there who see you as an easy mark. But everything in life is a trade off.

Cole nods mutely, listening with rapt attention to Travis' revelations.

Travis runs his hand through his hair, "Course Amery thinks I should put some lethal weapons hidden inside the chair." Travis shakes his head as his computer makes an audible beep as a new message comes in. Glancing down he nods quietly to himself, "Yeah that Amery.. is an interesting character. That's for sure."

Cole's grin broadens. "She can be right scary sometimes," he agrees, reaching into his backpack and removing a cigarette from a container inside. "She's awful nice, though. We keep seemin' t'run into each other'n all."

Travis finishes reading the message on the computer and turns back to Cole, "Yeah she seems helpf," a small frown crosses his face before he continues, "ul. Anyway, do you have anything else in the works? You going to take up with Amery's crew?"

Cole takes notice of the frown, pausing as he brings a laser lighter towards his lips. "It's kosherized t'smoke in here?" he wonders.

Travis shrugs and with a slight smirk says, "Up to you. Far as I know there's no law against. And I'm not your father so I'm not going to say anything about the problems of smoking or that I wonder what Mei Li would say."

"Mei Li wanted me to wean m'self off," Cole admits, his voice slurring a bit while lighting the cigarette in his mouth. He pauses to take a long drag before continuing. "I started to for a bit, n' she doled 'em out slow. Had me from seven a day down to 'bout three, I reckon." He shrugs, pulling out the cigarette and resting it between the fingers of his left hand. "I'm back up to five, ain't my fault though. Not so much t'do an all." He gestures towards the computer. "Ain't takin' up with Amery's crew, not full time or nothin'. But I got a couple of small things on Persephone, depending on what you need."

A knock comes from the door as a voice calls through, "Package for a Mister Jackson."

Travis directs his chair over towards the door. "I imagine this is what I've been waiting for. What kind of things on Persephone? If you don't mind me asking?"

Cole glances over to the door, not answering just yet as he waits to see who's there.

Travis opens the door to reveal a man of considerable size and muscle. The man extends his hand which holds a small envelope.

"Mr. Garris offers his thanks," the man says as Travis takes the envelope. The man turns and walks back down the hallway as Travis shuts the door.

Looking in the envelope Travis nods and then guides his chair over to Cole, "So what's your normal cut in a job?"

"A job I didn't do nothin' for?" Cole asks, one eye rising. "Zero."

Travis shakes his head, "Bah, it's not your fault they didn't have need of your service. You gotta eat don't ya?"

Cole shrugs. "Tell the truth, I been runnin' short o' coin lately, 's true. Was countin' on my latest Persephone job t'cover it. That one's payin' 500 credits, one-third share, cept'n I ain't really 'lowed t'talk about it. Not quite up an' up."

Travis frowns, "I must be in the wrong line of work. IF you're getting 500 and it's only a third. Anyway. . ." looking into the envelope he counts and pulls out some credits and offers them to Cole. "Here ya go, a third for you, a third for me and a third to expenses."

Cole takes another drag of his cigarette, shaking his head. "Quarter's fine," he amends. "You should at least get a little more for doin' the actual work. I'd feel it that way were it me."

Travis shrugs again, "Whatever you say. So this job isn't on the up and up huh? Make sure you got yourself covered. I'd hate to see you arrested or something."

Cole shrugs. "Bein' arrested on Persephone ain't no big deal," he assures Travis. "Usually means you do the Alliance a favor or two and then get kicked to the curb agin'."

Travis chuckles, "If you say so. I guess everyone has little bit of larceny in their blood these days."

Cole sighs. "Signs of the times," he offers, stuffing the credits in his backpack and taking another puff on his cigarette.

Travis moves back to his computer and begins shutting things down, "Well, I suppose I should be checking out of the room now that the transaction has been made. Got any place special in mind to head to?"

"Persephone?" Cole suggests with a smirk. "Be convenient t'not have to do so much transportation."

Travis nods, "Sounds good to me. Did you want to umm.. stop and see anyone while you were here? I imagine a Doctor would like to see you."

Cole sighs, taking another long drag from the cigarette. "'Pose so," he agrees. "Come with me? 'S bound to be a big mess of emotive-types."

Travis shrugs, "Sure as long as you protect me from her umbrella."

Cole snickers, rising and swinging the pack over his shoulder again. "Deal," he agrees.

Travis finishes packing his things and guides his chair towards the door. "Ok lead the way."

[They head to...]

[Landing Pad - Beaumonde]
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The landing pad is broad, able to accommodate several ships at once. Hangers are provided for those with the money to pay for them and more humble slots provided for the rest. A warehouse at the south end would seem to be the temporary storage place for cargo and a small store attached to its side announces the sale of ship parts. A tall hedge of green surrounds the pad itself, helping to marginally control the traffic in and out of the area. The gates that lead into the city are metal, and show sign of being perpetually open.
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Nathan Roman disembarks from the IMV P'ang Che.
Nathan Roman has arrived.

Cole and Travis are standing (well, standing/rolling) by the cargo bay doors, waiting patiently after having rung the bell.

The airlock doors open and Nathan comes out, cigarette already lit and in his mouth. He raises his brows at Travis and Cole, giving the impression he hadn't expected to see either of them here.

Cole offers a civil enough nod to Nathan on his arrival, also holding a cigarette, although it's almost entirely gone. "Can Mei come out and play?"

Travis shakes his head and justs sits there.

"I'll com her and ask," Nathan says, "Last I saw her was early this morning. But I'm sure she'll find the time." He takes out his comm and his eyes scan the landing pad.

Travis glances around the landing pad trying to determine what the man is looking at.

Cole waits patiently for the results, tossing the cigarette butt to the ground and squishing it underfoot.

Nathan Roman speaks quietly on the comm and then shrugs, "She's not responding. Which means that she's either not aboard or in a situation where she can't respond. But... there should be a message waiting for her. Where ever she is." The man doesn't appear to be looking for anything particular on the landing pad. And perhaps that is the point.

Travis shrugs as he quits looking around as well. "Well at least she can't say you didn't stop by to say hi."

Cole nods his agreement with Travis. "Ah well." He nods to Nathan. "Good to see you're alright, Cap'n. Hope the Alliance didn't give too much difficulty?"

"Nothing but a few questions. Nothing we couldn't handle." Nathan takes a drag of his cigarette. He gives Travis a slight smile, "I think she'll be less apt to take your head off today at least. So that's something." He glances towards Belleview avenue again. Tourists roam there. A few folk about at this time in the evening.

Travis nods, "Any day you can walk.. or ride away from is a good day I suppose. But.. while she's not here. Do you have any idea why she'd be concerned about Beck's group?"

Cole is quiet, listening to the answer to Travis' question.

"She and Beck have a history." Nathan says, "Not my story to tell, after all. But he's going to be associated with some bad things in her mind. Not the sort of thing Mei Li gives up easily."

Travis ahs, "Well that explains that."

Cole's brow raises at that particular information, a small tugging on his upper lip. "Well... speaking of the Gal, we need to catch transport to Persephone." He offers another nod Nathan's way. "Was good to see you again, Cap'n."

Nathan Roman nods in return, "Safe journey then. Give our regards to the Galatea."

Travis turns and heads over to the public transports.

Travis hops a transport ship outbound for Persephone.
Travis has left.

[Even more hours later, after a trip back to Persephone...]

[Eavesdown Docks - Persephone]
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Set on the fringes of the city, the docks are almost a world unto themselves. The area is hemmed in, defined by huge cargo containers that have long been abandoned here. Under the protective watch of their colorful eyes, tents have sprung up like mushrooms. Stores and dwellings alike - there are few defined streets with canvas flapping every which way. Bicycles carry the impatients to their goals and every once and a while various gangs form and prowl the streets.
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Jasia is arguing with a man out in front of the Galatea. Her expression is openly angry, lips tightly curved in a smile that expression sorely tried patience. "I'm not going over this with you again. I will not pay for that second rate gose. You are going to get me the real deal and stop taking me for some poor schmuck who doesn't know any better."

The man sniffs, looking quite offended. "Madame, I don't know what you are talking about. Hospitals have been using Xenextros for years! Its a perfectly viable option to Sendren."

Cole steps off the transport behind Travis, making his way quietly towards the Galatea. At the familiar voice and the heated debate, he quickens his step to pass Travis, interested.

Travis glances over as Cole passes him. Shaking his head he coaxes a little more speed out of his chair and follows Cole.

"Its a cobbled together excuse for a drug whose side effects outweigh any potential benefits." Jasia says flatly. She takes a breath and her smile becomes much sweeter. She steps in towards the man and lowers her voice and eyes appropriately, "Besides, Cameron. Its all about what the customer wants. And right now, I want you to get me the Sendren I asked for." She lingers on the 'you' just a little. Only a very imperceptive person would believe that the smooth charm in the tone was actually meant to snare the man. Her eyes are too unyielding for that.

Cameron backs up a step, keeping the same distance between himself and Jasia. "Fine, Dr. Tanner. I was only trying to pass on further saving to you and yours, but if you have that many credits to spend then who am I to try and save you from your own... elitism."

Travis pulls to a stop, "Hey there doc. Getting resupplied after the shuttle accident?"

"And I appreciate it, Cameron. Just... do as I ask and I'll buy you that drink we talked about," Jasia winks now. Cameron rolls his eyes, gives Travis and Cole a stare, and then walks away. Jasia represses a shudder and looks to Travis. She smiles, "Well, I can't afford to leave the ship unstocked for too long. If only oily twits like that didn't have to be watched every second..." She nods to Cole, lips curving in some private amusement, "Spider was looking for you, by the way."

Cole nods solemnly at the notification, brushing back a lock of his hair. "Did she seem nervous or anything?"

Travis looks thoughtful for a moment, "Seems to me it'd be easier to buy direct then through some middleman mysef. But then I"m just a 'tex type of person."

"Pharmaceutical companies don't deal in drugs for one, five or even fifteen people. They supply hospitals." Jasia points out, "You can't buy anything in less than that quantity from them, not to mention the paper work, the certificates, the shipping permissions." She shrugs, "Cameron gets a cut. He tries to persuade you away from what he doesn't have enough for or for what is going to cut into his purse to much, but at least he gets me the things I need." She chuckles, "She seemed rather... well. Nervous? Not directly. She was definitely in a mood though."

Cole sighs. "I best get to the Plex tomorrow," he murmurs, mostly to himself.

Travis shakes his head, "Maybe I use the term 'buy' to loosely. Perhaps.. acquire would be a better term." With a slight chuckle, "I may have been hanging around Cole to long."

"Hiring a thief would have its own complications, Mr. Jackson." Jasia chuckles, "First, finding one I can trust, second, finding one who can do what I want on a consistant basis. Galatea is not a warehouse. Supply needs change. And thieves eventually get caught, after all." She gives Cole a curious look, "Spidey's got something going on at the 'plex?"

Cole shakes his head at Jasia. "Nah. She just..." He hesitates just a moment before continuing. "Well, she just wants somethin' from me, and that's the place I can get it is all."

Travis tilts his head in a quizitive manner, "What does this spider need you to pick up? I bought some stuff last time I was up there for our last job that I didn't use."

"Ah. That makes sense I suppose." Jasia says with a shrug.

Cole shakes his head. "That'd fall under, uhhh... well, some kind of confidentiality. She'd skin me if'n I mentioned it, that's for sure."

Travis shrugs and says with a wink, "I guess I'll just have to follow you around to see what it is. Or feel free to rummage through my stuff. If it's got anything to do with broadcasting a pulse of some kind I've more than likely got the parts for it."

Jasia raises a hand, "And on that note, gentlemen, I believe I'm going to let you two do... whatever it is you two do." She grins. "I've got an appointment with a hot tub, after all. Night for now, boys." She turns and heads towards the Galatea, humming quietly.

"G'night, Doctor," Cole offers, before he stretches his arms out and lets out a loud yawn. "Speaking of which, best find a place to stay f'the night. Long trip, that was."

Travis waves, "Night. Enjoy your rest." Turning to Cole he nods again, "I think there's an Inn in town.