Lucas nodded silently to himself as Angelo spoke of his father. [i]The boy has come a long way...[/i] He thought back to the olden days, recalling the times spent rigorously teaching Angelo everything he knew about this troublesome lifestyle. Had it been any other pirating crew, by pirate law, Lucas should have taken the reins as Captain of the Tsuki no Kama. But in truth, the ship was a family heirloom, and Lucas had no right to take that away from Angelo and this was no ordinary pirating crew. Angelo was half his age, but he had the wherewithal of a seasoned vet. "The apple doesn't fall to far from the tree, Angelo. If the old man was here, he'd be proud."  

Paul finally found the bridge. Chocolates were shared, despite Iona's reluctance, and the mission briefing went under way. It was a basic grab and go on a luxury liner. Nothing too crazy, but serious enough to keep Lucas' head in the game. "A good ol EMP burst will send them driftin into the dark ages long enough for us to do our dirty work. Best we have our nav guy scramble their comms just in case. Don't want to waste precious fuel on a cat and mouse with empire gunships again..." He listened to Iona's request to be smuggled on board the luxury cruiser via trash and not human waste. "I second this." Lucas chuckled. "Last time we made Iona swim through a sewage port, we had to sterilize the whole ship for grub parasites. Remember when everyone at the bridge wore mask filters at one point?" The memory brought another hearty laugh as he slapped his knee and rose from his chair.