"So, as far as I can figure, we have a new pact with someone called KAOS, some group named APIG has sued us for, lemme see, ah, six crates of Verasi Champagne along with damages to a ship and we are down one pilot? Or are there other things that I missed?" Mystic blinked once and the pheromones stopped assaulting him. She righted herself and turned towards him a flash of pearly white and a rush of pheromones assaulted him and he grinned despite of himself. She was bent slightly over a crate, rummaging around the insides looking for something. If he didn't already know by now, the flaming red hair, stumped blouse and second-skin tight pants were all dead give-aways. He entered the floodlit docking bay and immediately spotted his summoner near a very battered Marauder that looked like it was something like a year overdue on a paint job. or would be blind drunk, which was always an option. Someone would be manning the tactical operations cell he actually smiled as he remembered that he had put Physhi on that task for the next couple of weeks, and someone would be flying security but the rest of CLM would be lying in their hammocks. He didn't meet anyone on the way, not that he expected to at this hour. Yoda grinned at the message and dropped the cleaning utensil into the bucket he had used for the detritus in the pond, wiped his hands on his pants and walked out of the door headed for the docking bay. It was simple, a line of text that merely said "meet me in docking bay B at your convenience". Torn from the chore he had chosen as his own personal piece of tranquillity, he sighed and accepted the signal. Yoda had been in the middle of cleaning his Koi tank when the house computer flashed all screens and pinged the sound speaker system.
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