[Crew Lounge, aboard Vultan. Repair Yard, in orbit over Planet Torpol]
Varca nods in acknowledgement as Theo tells of his familiar relationships,
Rayjaynul Brown:
Rayjay grimaced at the term Recycled. "I would not say as such, pretty sure 'e was incinerated, what t'ey did wit' 'is dust after I know not, probably dusted t'e gardens."
Varca gives Rayjaynul a puzzled glare,
"That's what I said!" Varca snaps,
"A cremation followed by a ceremonial spreading of ashes over the Royal Gardens--as fertilizer.
Recycled! What the frack did you think I meant?!"
Zhouth:
"You really think it's a good idea to try to cheat him on the deal?" Zhouth's ears were flat, his voice was quiet, and he was wringing his hands in a way that suggested he was somewhere just short of having a nervous breakdown over the prospect. "You really think that Rao will approve and intervene for us when he gets angry about it?"
Theodore McFarlane:
I understood we get 90% for operating expenses and pay and he got 10%, where do you get the idea that that isn't our deal? Seriously, you can't buy fuel and maintenance with no money. I'm not doing it for free! It takes money to make money, the more we make, the more he makes!"
"Opinions from the rest of you? Seriously, that is what I understood. Was I wrong? If so I can fly back to Drinax, give Fat Oleb his ship, and a bill for what I put into it, then sue the crown because he won't be willing to pay. We can also steal his ship and join Admiral Darokyn on Theev and be real pirates ourselves. He is a personal friend of mine, I served with him back in the day."
Rayjaynul Brown:
Before chuckling ever so slightly at just how odd Palace life was compared to the rest of space. "T'e captain speaks true, got to keep airs about t'e Palace, everyone 'oo lives t'ere is a knight from a prestigious noble family after all, heh-heh. But yes Varca, it was Water Management, spent my yout' patrolling t'e public water ways to make sure no fools were drowning or taking more t'an t'eir share." He said before clearing up his potential noble title. "Pretty sure my family 'ave been Baronets and Baronetesses since Drinax burned, for what it's wort'."
When it came to their cut Rayjay shrugged. "Wasn't present for t'e deal, but ten percent is t'e typical commission for free agents on account t'at t'e trader or talent is taking most of t'e risk t'emself." Rayjay said agreeing in a round about way.
Varca raises his arms, then brings them down to slap against his sides, all while rolling his red eyes upwards,
"What the frack?! My accent can't be so thick that you people keep misunderstanding me, like this!" Varca growls at everyone--then turns his head to cast a concerned look at Ingrid,
"Is my accent too thick? I've worked long and hard to clear it up, but..."
Varca suddenly switches back to snapping at everyone,
"No! No. I did not say we don't pay Oleb, and I wasn't talking about paying him any less than he's supposed to get! What I was talking about was that we ignore the part of the deal that says his ten-percent comes off the top! I was saying that we go ahead and spend money on the ship and our various 'investments', out here, before we calculate Fat Oleb's ten-percent. I'm saying we give him ten-percent of what's left after we spend money on the mission!"
"Jesu Kristi, people! I may once have been a thief, but I'm not stupid enough to outright embezzle from the man I intend to re-pl--store to being a Major Player in this Sector!"
Showing his disquiet, Varca turns away from everyone--while he tries to get his racing heart back under control. But, after only a
moment, he spins back around, and looks to Theo with a stunned expression,
"You're friends with Admiral Darokyn?! The Pirate, Admiral Darokyn?!"