Sergamon moves around,trying to find True Adamance.
When sergamon finds adamance,he walk`s to him and start to talk "Mr adamance i have business proposal to you"

" whoa, whoa, whoa. calm down Satja" Junko said, raising her hands defensively. she walked a little closer, aware that she's probably Scaring her half to death. she unholstered the scrambler rifle she had on her back and set it against a wall, near the door. she made every attempt at calming satja down, when she remembered the book.


" Breathe Satja, you look like you about to face god himself. I'm not gonna hurt ya, i just came by because you dropped this..." Reaching into her utility pouch on her right leg, she pulled out the leatherbound book, reaching out with it.

"...and enough with the formalities, please. We are Sisters, you and I" Junko said with a smile. She used the term Sisters in Thukker custom, referring to another fellow Matari Female. she sat down, cross-legged, close to satja, but far enough that she could maintain her space.

"I will manage", he added as his head dipped down slightly, taking a deep breath in and attempting to shut down his distracting thoughts.

He did notice Sergamon enter the room and request an audience from Kador, but Denak did nothing to greet, or even acknowledge the presence of the Gallentean, simply remaining quiet and still.

"Excuse me, I will return shortly."

The Templar bows to the other two men apologetically, and rises, following the man out of the chapel and into one of the halls. Understandably he is suspicious of the man, and the Gallentean and Templar had clash on and off the battlefield many times. But as a Temple Knight it was his duty to protect the peace of any of his God's shrines.

Rather than decline and risk Sergamon's wrath it was better to hear him out.

The Code of Demeanor rang fresh in his mind.

Be Careful.
Be Watchful.
Be Respectful.

"What can I do for you?" He asked curiously, maintaining a respectful distance between the two of them, helmet clasped at his waist , face bare save for the re-breather unit, and rising up to his full height, looking down on the man below with a certain imperious stare.

Still she found herself sitting on her heels facing the woman, holding the duffel bag to her chest defensively. She reached out to clash the small leather-bound edition, returning it to one of the fold of her tunic.

Sisters, the word thrilled her as she had always wished for a sister, instead of the two brothers she had been "blessed" with. The very same brothers who made her youth miserable.

She took a deep breath, as Junko had suggested, it was cathartic. Slowly the nervousness fell away, the pair sat in a comfortable, companionable silence.

Such as it was she barely noticed as her raven hair slipped from her shoulder, falling across her back, revealing a section of the burns and heavy scarring.

It was exciting talking freely, or so she supposed, with an immortal, more over one of her former people, and to use her native language again..... to not feel like she was making herself a fool.... an exquisite feeling indeed.

"So....uh...Ms Junko.... may I ask what brought you here.... I mean...that I...well....I mean you don't really seem like much of a ....soldier..." She squeaked out the last word.... clasping a hand over her mouth with a mild blend of shock and curiosity, as though she was surprised at herself for asking, but curious nonetheless.

Junko knew the question before Satja even finished saying "here" but she allowed Satja to continue, right up until the end, when she clasped a hand over her mouth.
'hard question to ask, even harder to answer without spilling the beans' Junko thought. but she covered up her thoughts with a soft chuckle.

"good observation Satja. your right, Before i was a Soldier, i was a pilot." She said, in her dialect. Junko then opened her arms out for a small fraction of a second.

"big cargo ships, the mammoth-class to be precise. T.F S'eterra, that was the name of my Ship. but i wasn't a capsuleer, oh no i was the captain of that ship. a good crew as well, from every single background you can imagine.

Satja stared at the woman, lips parted, the whole affair sounded so exciting, so debonair. Roaming the stars aboard a ship, eking out a living here and there. She knew the feeling as her duty ensured that she was stationed aboard starships while Kador was on duty.

"And what did you transport? Where to? I mean...well" She asked, gushing. " It sounds wonderful....Have you seen those storm planets from space... so beautiful."

She briefly revisited the moment she had seen her homeworld from space, aboard one of a dozen slave ships, how Camden had asked them which of them wanted to come with him back to the empire, how she had gone, clasping her father's hand, with the glares of her brothers and mother like daggers.

She discarded the train of thought. It mean nothing to her now, she was happy as she was.

" I love being able to travel the stars.... It's incredible..."

Sergamon starts talking " Mr adamance i know we both have our diffrent wiev of the world,and i want to thank you that you give me minute or two of your time"
Sergamon pauses and continues " I said that i have business proposition,so my proposition is this,if you are intrested selling your slave girl"
Sergamon continues " I would be intrested buying her from you,and would pay hefty sum of isk"

GÇ£Faith is a funny thing isnGÇÖt it?GÇ¥

GÇ£Some men can put all of their faith into a single ethereal being, others put their faith in themselves, believing that their own abilities will see them through.GÇ¥

GÇ£I find myself deep in the dark woods, I have strayed from the path, I fear the right road lost."

GÇ£DonGÇÖt doubt, have faith in yourself, and if you can not do that then put your faith in those that surround you.GÇ¥

"Idama have a proverb: "What you see in yourself, is what you see in the world". In myself, I now see is bitterness, cynicism and an endless stream of death and rebirth, which I see in the world as well. I commend you for your optimism which I lack, and I wish you success."

Sergamon look adamance, and ask " So could i have your answer?"

GÇ£To all mercenaries, please finish your preparations and assemble in hanger T-13. There are less than 10 minutes until launch. All mercenaries please assemble in hanger T-13, 10 minutes until launch.GÇ¥

Inside the hanger the techs and drones are finishing their final preparations, while equipment is being loaded onto the Pilgrim class force recon class cruiser. The cargo bay and much of the cruiser has been retrofitted into a troop transport and command center.

The sleek and elegant lines that traditionally represent ammar design and architecture are absent from the modified areas of the ship. Instead the design is very minimalist, lacking any unnecessary or extra features. In the area closest to the cargo doors are a dozen rather uncomfortable looking seats. The middle of the cargo hold had been turned into an armory; it is also where the extra clones are stored. Further back is the command center where the support personnel will be monitoring the drones and sensors.

Once everyone is loaded and aboard the cruiser will take off for W-space.

"Understood Classiarii, on my way."

She turned to face the Matari woman, bowing low, in a respectful gesture, rising with a smile on her face, deep brown eyes flashing.


"Many apologies Junko, it was a pleasure to sit and talk with you...but I have matters to be attending. I would be appreciative if perhaps we might do this again at a later time."

"Oh yeah, I'm not going to join the main team; I'll go with Galm for the data. I hope you guys can handle this with the "hot shots" in our team"

"in fat-suits?" Junko quipped,entering the conversation. She smiled and slightly shook her head with a slight chuckle. she unhooked her scrambler rifle and set it against her as she made her way to a seat near the entrance.

"as far as i know, Jester, Myself and Denak are the fastest members of the squad as of right now, and since the Bridge to the yan jung structure is a long ways away, it'll take a scout with a cloaking module to get through our opposition" she said as she booted up her Neocom.
"sorry to say this Ermac, but you'll be sticking with the "Hot shots" of our team until the navcom is hacked" Junko said with a mischievous smile

"If I may?" he asked sincerely, pausing briefly as if waiting or any objections, "You're absolutely right about the scout suits. We need soldiers inside that ship who can slip in an out quickly and covertly, but we also can't rely too heavily on the abilities of a handful of cloaking mechanisms.
If even one of those fail you could stir up a nest of gods know what without any offensive or defensive capabilities outside of your combat styles that are typically geared only towards anti-personnel combat. Our 'fat-suits' on the other hand have weight taken off the external frame.
That makes us just as fast as any standard infantry unit while still maintaining mission capability over a broad range of possible contacts. We might not be infiltrators, but we make damn good suppression fighters if need be and you are going to need someone who can operate a swarm launcher or an anti-material rifle with enough ammunition to draw any threats away from the scout team.

My suggestion? Only take one of us with you. It can be me or Ermac, I frankly don't care which as long as you feel comfortable with the level of support."

Neocom: New message
Sender: Hunter Junko

Subject: "Sukushaahon"

Hello team,

This is more than i expected, but it'll serve as our way out of this shitstorm. complete with a general summary of the information i got from our support crew.

https://onedrive.live.com/redir?resid=AD15B497C39FF8D6!107&authkey=!AGcm7BjrLzx5fO0&ithint=file%2c.docx

let the caravan guide us into paradise,
-Junko