A cold grey building with top Alliance security guarding all perimeters.  No one comes in or out without first being thoroughly searched.
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The armed men escorted the crew of Destiny into a small holding cell.  The walls were just as gray and dreary inside as they were out.  Along all the walls were benches which they instructed the crew to sit down on and then ordered them not to talk. Another officer came into the room "Mr. Geoff Wolfe." he said and looked expectantly into the room.

Ren sat down slightly woodenly.  He moved so that if Acacia wanted she could sit with him while they waited for their turn in the hot seat.

Geoff had sat down on the bench and had been rather surly about the whole situation, grumbling and not talking to anybody. When the officer came in and called his name Geoff cursed inwardly and stood up. "Oh, yeah? Did I win somethin' or did ya just know I like hearin' the sound o' my own name? Like music to my ears, I swear.", he said with a sigh and looked to the officer, "Yeah, yeah. That's me then. Let's get this ruttin' over with...."
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Acacia moved and sat down next to Ren. She siged and rested her head on her hands.  This is fun

Charlie sat on one of the benches, remaining quiet and looking down at her hands, folded in her lap.  This isn't where she wanted to be...this is never where she wanted to be.  She wanted to be back on Destiny, in the black.  If it weren't for Wei-Li getting shot...if it weren't for Kyron...if it weren't for a lot of things, she could be anywhere but here...

Ren moved closer, putting an arm around Acacia, partially to comfort her, but also to reassure himself that she was there.

Officer Vincent Darhin escorted the man out of the small holding cell without so much as acknowledging his sarcastic remarks.  His face was stony and set as he led Geoff into the interregation room.  He motioned for him to take a seat at the small grey table and sat opposite him.  He said nothing for about five minutes as he looked over the paper work in the folder that he had been given, then he looked up.  "Looks like today's your lucky day." he tapped the papers on the table to align the edges and cleared his throat, "So Mr. Wolfe, how long have you been on the ship?"

Geoff had taken the seat that was offered to him and had placed his feet up on the small grey table, his legs crossed at the ankle. He looked about the room with lazy disinterest until the officer spoke up. Geoff chuckled lightly at the man and shrugged. "Heh. You and I must have really different definitions o' a lucky day. Mine involves at least 3 gallons of liqour and 3 women. But, ta each his own, right?", he said and looked thoughtful for a second as he thought over the question,"Well, lessee....the barfight in Persephone....then the gettin' the dirty look from the cap'n 'bout me lookin' at Charlie the wrong way....hmmm, then there was the thing on Valon.....then all that other stuff....then Paquin....then the talk with Wei-li that I realy gotta see 'bout finishin' when she's better....then Kyron tried to kill us...then here. Lessee, that's 'bout a month. Seems longer sometimes though..."

Vincent frowned as the man put his feet up onto the table but said nothing.  His brow furrowed as Geoff made out his list and his frown deepened with each addition, "Seems you've done a lot for merely a month on board the vessel, would you mind elaborating on exactly what it is you do on the ship ... I have here public relations ..." he eyed the man somehow doubting his people skills, especially considering the amount of weaponry they had removed from his person and found in his bunk when searching the ship.

Geoff chuckled lightly at that, wryly amused by his title. Public relations seemed to suit what he did. He did relate to the public....with bullets and his fists and other lethal instruments. "Ah, yeah. That's me. Public relations. Well, ya know, I watch out fer the people on the ship. Make sure passengers are nice and comfy and all o' that. Make sure the crew is all clean and tidy and tucked in fer the night. I even read 'em bedtime stories and have little activities fer 'em. Ya shoulda been there fer the luau. It was great. Grass skirts and coconut bras all over the place. Ya woulda liked it....", he said with a wide grin.

"I'm sure ..." Vincent said dryly. "And do you often take fugitives as passengers on board your illegal ship and then leave them tied up in your airlock?"

Geoff shrugged and smiled lightly. "Well, not often, but, ya know, ya gotta do somethin' ta have fun on a Saturday night. Heh.", he remarked wryly and then shrugged,"Nah, honestly? We didn't know he was anythin' like a fugitive. I just thought he was an asshole. How're we supposed ta know what he does in his free time? Soon as we did find out, we shoved him in the airlock and were bringin' him ta y'all straight off, like good little citizens. As fer the ship, I don't know nothin' 'bout it bein' stolen. But, if the cap'n says he bought it fair and square, I believe him."

Vincent nodded and wrote a few notes on the paper in front of him, without looking up he asked, "And you trust Kale Galway?  You've been with him for a relatively short span of time - what causes you to believe that he did not steal the ship and lie to you about it?"

Geoff stopped grinning at that and looked serious for once as he met the man's gaze to answer the question. "I trust the cap'n with my life. I don't believe he would lie to me anymore than I believe he would steal a ship. He loves that ship too much fer it to be stolen. Only a boat earned with the blood, sweat and tears of a man can inspire that sorta feelin'.", he said with a nod full of conviction,"Besides, the cap'n's a good man. I ain't seen many o' them in the 'verse, but Kale Galway is most definitely one of 'em."

Vincent sneered, "Is that so?  Not many petty thieves these days tend to be 'good men'.  It seems he has done quite the number on you however."  He straightened his papers again.  "That is all." he said briskly.  And the armed man at the door gestured for Geoff to follow him out.

Geoff stood up and followed walked to the door to follow the man out. Before he left though, he paused at the door and looked over his shoulder to Vincent. "....I'll thank ya not ta speak that way o' the captain. I don't take kindly to it, ya see. The man gave me a chance when very few would. So I owe him a bit. So...keep a civil tongue when ya speak of him or I might just get angry.....", he said simply and walked out after the guard.

The guard led Geoff back into the holding cell, eyeing him somewhat nervously as he towered over the smaller man.  He looked down at his paper and read, "Ms. Charlene Bourdain."

Charlie's head popped up when she heard her name spoken, looking back at the guard...and Geoff was back, not cuffed and looking especially as smug as he always did.  They weren't processing people or anything like that...they were talking.  Just talking, they'll probably say.

She stood up, brushing her arm against Kale as she passed him, making eye contact with him for a moment as she walked off with the guard.

Kale tried to offer Charlie a comforting smile as she made her way out of the room but found it a lot more dificult then usual.  He didn't feel comfortable, truth be known he was crawling out of his skin.  There was nothing he couldn't stand more then the Alliance, and nothing he feared more then losing his ship and his crew ... looked like it just wasn't his day.

Vincent looked up as Charlene stepped into the interregation room. "Why don't you take a seat." he said, motioning the chair opposite him, "No feet on the table." he added.  Watching her closely as she sat down, then he leaned forward, his arms resting on the table.  "So you're the mechanic I take it.  Not many woman in your profession - especially on freighters like the one which we just confiscated.  You do the maintainence yourself?" he asked with raised brows.

"I...thanks."  Charlie sat in the chair, pulling up her legs in front of her, wrapping her arms around her shins as she looked back at Vincent.  She felt tiny in this room, and without anything that needed to be fixed here, she felt almost completely helpless.

"I'm fixin' the ship, yeah.  It's what I'm always doin'.  You think you're seein' someone else who'd be able to fix a ship?"  She shook her head, watching her knees as she spoke.  "So what if I'm a woman..."

Vincent nodded and smirked slightly, he highly doubted the small woman before him did all the mechanical work on board the ship but he'd allow her to entertain her illusions.

"How long have you been aboard the vessel?" he asked.