This huge room spans both levels of Destiny.  The flooring is metal plates, some of which are removable to hold hidden storage space.  From here you can hear Destiny's twin engines humming, it truly is the bowels of the ship.  On the right and left are doors leading to more storage room and a ladder leading up into Engine Rooms 1 and 2.  Toward the front of the room are stairwells leading up to the second level.
This message was last updated by the GM at 06:56, Sat 22 Apr 2006.

Kyron stared up at the ship before him.

DESTINY is written in blue and outlined in silver on the side of the hull surrounded by a few artistic stars.  Kryon grimaces, a rather dingy piece of fei wu if you asked him.  But it was supposed to get him off-planet, which is something he needed ... now.  He adjusts the collar of his expensive linen shirt and steps up the ramp.

"Hello?!" he calls out into the seemingly empty cargo bay.

Kale leans over the railing of the second level deck looking over the cargo bay.  Right at the top of the ramp stands a man dressed to a tee.  Kale smirks, he might have been going to a ball rather then seeking passage on an 'ol girl like Destiny.
So this must be Kyron Bates, he muses, the man who offered such a ... tasty payment in return for passage.  Kale smiled though, just 'cause he knew who he was, didn't mean he wasn't gonna give him a hard time about comin' onboard his ship without permission.

"I suggest you take a few steps back, boy, and get off the ramp to my boat." Kale says in what his crew would immediately recognize as a mock threatening tone.

Ren walks up next to the cap' and just sizes the man up, lettin' the cap do all the work.

Kyron looks up startled as a tall man, with an air of authority comes shouting onto the deck above the cargo bay.  He stands there dumbly for a few brief seconds.  The man's face is set however and he does not seize staring Kyron down, so he slowly takes a step or two backward down the ramp.  This was not the reception he had been expecting.

He glances nervously over his shoulder at the bustling streets of the Eaves Down Docks, and spots two soliders heading down the street.  He stops backing up.

"Excuse but I'm, er, I'm Kyron.  Kyron Bates, I believe I booked passage with you.  That is correct, right?" puzzlement crosses his face and his light British accent rings through the large cargo bay.

Kale makes his way down the stairwell and onto the metal flooring of the cargo bay, his boots clanging loudly.  "I know damn well who ya are.  First, rule of my ship though, you don't come onboard without asking first ... nicely." he adds.

That'll do, he thinks, got him off-balance.  'Course he also noticed the way the man stopped dead when he saw those friendly soliders coming down the street.  He's running from something, Kale thinks.  But he was paying good money for no questions asked.

"You can step back up into the cargo bay, Mr. Bates, ain't no need to stand out in the street." he flashes a grin up at Ren who is still standing up on the deck.

Refastening his holster, Ren figures everything is ok and heads back into the dining area

Kyron sneers at the Captain.  "That's quite a welcome, Captain." he says as he walks up the ramp and into the cargo bay.  "Might I remind you I am paying you good money, too good of money if I might say so myself."  He eyes the man before him, trying to decide if he'll be trouble or not, trying to size him up.

"You might say so but that don't change a thing.  This here is my boat and if you want to be aboard her, no matter how much you pay, there are still some rules.  I ain't asking any question, am I?  I'm holding up my end of the deal." Kale says, not liking the mans attitude one bit.

Kyron nods curtly at the Captain.  "Where shall I put my things?" he asks, "I will have them loaded on board once given a destination."  He tries to stand at his full height, although that is still shorter then the man in front of him.  You're the bigger man, he tells himself, you're the one with the money.  Plenty of money, he smiles at the thought of it.

"Passenger quarters are right through them doors." Kale says, motioning behind him.  "You can take any of the bunks in there that you like.  I'm sure you'll find all the neccessary accomadations, ain't never had anyone complain." He studies Kyron then openly, trying to decide what it is that he don't like about him.  Could be just the pretty-boy hair cut ... but maybe it was something more.  Kale knew to trust his instincts.

Kyron eyed the Captain as he made no move to diguise his obvious study of him.  "Is there something I can help you with, Captain Galway?" he says curtly.

Kale doesn't answer right away, just continues to the study the man before meeting his eyes.  "Just trying to decide if you're friend or foe." he replies honestly.

"I'm a friend." Kyron says, offering a charming smile.  "No need to worry." With that he spins on his heel and heads back down the ramp to procure his things and get ready to settle on board Destiny.

Geoff steps into the cargo bay at a slow swagger, noticing the captain (or at least the guy he remembers as the captain) on the lower level of the cargo bay. He moves at a relaxed pace down the stairs and to the captain with a bit of  grin on his face. "Uh...cap'n? Leastwise I hope yer the cap'n. Just wantin' ta see if I could get acquainted with this here boat o' yers. Don't want ta be gettin' lost in here, after all.", he said in a lazy drawl and then looks down the ramp at the finely dressed Kyron gathering his things, "'Less I'm interupptin' somethin', that is."

"Ah,Geoff." Kale says, "You ain't interrupting nothin'." He casts an unsavory look down at the man walking down the ramp of his ship.  Then shaking his head he looks back up at the huge boy as he came strolling lazily up beside him.

"We were starting to think we lost ya." he says with a grin, "You been holed up in that bunk of yours since last night, 'course that's sometimes the result of a good fight and hard liquor." he winks at Geoff but then his face turns serious. "However its a might nice to see you out and about, we all pull our weight around here, ain't no one gonna be playing in their bunk all day."

Geoff nods with a half grin on his face as he gives the captain a light salute. "Sure enough, Cap'n. I know how it works. I pull my weight or I don't have no job. I don't have no job, I don't ruttin' eat! That's the way o' the world, ain't it?", he remarked with a light laugh. Geoff then shrugs a bit and looks about the cargo hold with a nod. "Seriously, though, Cap'n. Don'tcha worry 'bout me. Ya hired me on ta this crew ta do a job and I'll do it, most likely with a smile on my face. I enjoy my work, after all.", he said with a wry grin.
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