<> (He fixes ships, not owns them) <> <> <> <> <> * Kyle did, in fact, tell Mr Charles his flight number. What bad could come of it? < and and a datapad in the other. He looks up as you emerge.>> Good evening! Mr. Maximov, I presume? * Kyle waves and smiles to Mr. Charles. "And good day to you! Yes, I am, and you are Mr. Charles?" I am indeed, good sir, I am indeed. Let me be the first to welcome you back to Red Boston. * Mr_Charles performs a few idiosyncratic eye movements - a sure sign he has a headputer. Unless he's gone bonkers all of a sudden. Thank you. It looks just how I left it, which is pretty good. One of the nicer cities I've been to. It's slow to change. In this day and age, my boy, it's a rare thing, and something to be treasured. Shall we? * Mr_Charles gestures with his hand towards the airport door. * Kyle takes Charles' cue and leaves out torwards the door. * Mr_Charles follows you out the door, and once outside leads you to a waiting car. "I've taken the liberty of booking you lodgings in the Charlesbrick Hotel - it's a charming little place with an excellent bistro on the top. I won't have the time to dine with you today, sadly - far too much to do - but we can talk while we're in the car." I certainly hope so. What's the details of this opportunity you have for me? * Kyle takes a seat after putting his luggage in the trunk. He travels light, but still has some clothing and toolkits he takes with him. It's a difficult thing to be talking about over open channels and feeds. * Mr_Charles taps the driver when Kyle is inside, and the car starts off. Everyone's interested, and with the money you csn make - oh, the money - you would never believe the offers I get. But! I only take the best of the best. Which is why you are here. I am of course talking about chainjumping, Mr. Maximov. * Kyle blinks and grins. "I've heard about that. You've actually got a setup for that?" Do I have a setup for it, he asks. Like I would waste his time like that. Of course I do! It's the opportunity of a lifetime, especially for someone of your skills. * Mr_Charles is rather vague on which skills he means. * Kyle laughs. "Hey, it wouldn't be the first time someone talked big then let me down." I have no intentions of that, my boy. No intentions of that at all. Although that will be more easily believable when you're out beyond Barnard's Star. I'm building a team, and we could use your skills. * Kyle hmms. "Anything in particlar, or do you just need someone to hold a ship together? I've done some work on ships, but I've never had to fix a mole before." Your mechanical skills are a large part of it, but you've proven yourself quite capable of thriving in a diverse set of environs with changing skillsets and goals. That is not something to be undervalued. * Mr_Charles leans over conspiratorially. "But just between us, the ship will definitely need some holding together work." * Kyle chuckles. "I'll take the challenge then. Do you know who I'll be working with yet?" Oh, I have a fair idea, but to keep the playing field level you'll all be meeting at the same time. Hopefully tomorrow. <> * Mr_Charles gets out of the car. Your reservation should be all set. Do you have any further questions? * Kyle gets out of the car as well. "Is there a company backing this, or is it a more private investment? I'm interested to know more about who I'm working with, of course." * Mr_Charles winks. "That, for the moment, is going to have to remain a little opaque to you and your crew, I'm afraid. The level of risk and investment involved are rather astouindingly substantial." Can I have some assurance that everything is legit and clean about the operation then? Last thing I want is to get caught in something underhanded. You understand, I'm sure. * Mr_Charles hands Kyle a datachip. "On that is the code you'll be using to register planets with the Galactic Registry. Also on it are documents verifying my identity, but not my employers. If you check with GalReg, they will verify that the code is legal and that I am an authorized representative for the company in question. Will that suffice?" * Kyle smiles and takes it. "Very much, thank you. I don't mean to be off-putting, but I also want to be cautious. Like you said, this does seem too good to be true for me." I understand perfectly. Caution's a sign of wisdom in one so young. * Mr_Charles claps his hands together and rubs them. "I must be off. My datapad number is on the chip as well. Let me know if you need anything - anything at all. Ta ta, Kyle!" He opens the door and hops into the car, and waves as it drives away. (Last pose, if you like) * Kyle waves at the man as he heads off and walks into the hotel. He speaks to himself: "I'm getting good feelings from this." <>