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Slumping back, he ran a hand over his jaw and the light beard that rested there. “I’ve worked on a couple of the other LR class ships as part of the research Division, installing test equipment and upgrades so I know her as well as anyone I guess. Okay, you’ve got your guy buddy. Captain. There’s no way I’m going to turn down an offer to head back to space. When does she ship out?”

OOC: So reading this? I burst out laughing hearing the ‘you’ve got your buddy’ part. Cause I suddenly pictured Logan like a south park Canadian saying it like that! HAHA

Logan Kelleher

“I’ll be flying up tonight. I don’t really have the time to lounge with you too long. I need to pack. Helena will be flying a shuttle up to the ship at 0030. If you want to catch it, don’t be late. Otherwise, someone else can fly you up. You’ll need to be aboard by 1100 tomorrow, she ships out at 1430.” Marceau said. “The city is very nice tonight.” He commented, gesturing to the view Logan had mentioned earlier.

~ Captain Renault

“When the clouds and rain give way, yeah it is. You got a good night for it.” Logan grinned. “There is a supply shuttle heading up at 0700, we had it pegged for essential parts that her Engineers can install themselves but I can tag along with them. I’ll need time to sort my affairs here anyway, maybe get that bartender from last night to water the plants.” He waved his hand towards the cactus’ in full knowledge that they didn’t need watering.

“So you and Helena, you seem close?” Logan looked over at Marc now and grinned.

Logan Kelleher

Marceau shrugged, “We’ve been friends for years. Just like you and I have. She is the best pilot I know, you are the best engineer I know. No one else I’d rather go into deep space with.” He let his accent get a little heavier as he answered Logan’s question. “Why do you ask?”

~ Captain Renault

“Oh no reason,” Logan shrugged and picked up his beer again, taking a sip and looking at Marc. “You two get on well, you look like you relax and feel easy and happy with her, and she’s cute.” He put down the beer bottle and shrugged. “No reason at all. Idle chit chat and all that. So 1100 tomorrow then final boarding happens? I wonder if I can smuggle my bike on. Don’t tell the Captain I said that by the way.”

Logan Kelleher

Marceau gave Logan a look, his cheeks flushing a little. “C-cute? She’s… well, of course she’s attractive,” the color in his lightly freckled cheeks darkened as he went on, “But we’re… we’re friends, we get on well because we’ve known each other so long.” Anyone who knew Marceau also knew how oblivious he could be. You essentially had to slap him in the face with it for him to see it. He put on a serious face. “1100 tomorrow. And no bikes! It’s new, but it’s not that large of a ship.”

~ Captain Renault

“Friends,” Logan parroted, “that’s perfect, I mean friends is easy and she likes you, or you wouldn’t be friends.” He put aside the part he was working on and the spanner, then picked up his drink again and relaxed back into his lounger. He even placed his left ankle onto his right knee as if he was super relaxed and thinking. “I like that connection you two have, she’s got your back and the two of you have had some experiences, three times.” He emphasized.

“Three times and she’s still by your side finding you in a bar in San Francisco after flying you to Earth.” Now Logan turned and smiled at Marc. “She sounds like a woman that’s worth having by your side, Captain. And fine, no bike. I’m taking my jukebox though, I’ve seen the lounge on that ship.”

Logan Kelleher

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