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Clarke smiled back to the chief engineer and folded his arms. "Nice to meet you, engineer. You get any combat training with said gear?" Clarke asked, tracing his eyes around the shipyard and putting a hand on his side. One of the mercenaries behind him laughed and turned to Alex, there was a painting of hands going for his own neck on the shoulder-pads of his armor and a black cross on the side of his neck.

Davis opened his mouth to say something, looked at the people around them and closed it again and held out a finger in warning. "Next time." The scotsman replied, turning his painted head away and facing Silver. One of the other Judicators, the one with the cough chose his time to walk off into the ship in the search of a toilet.

Clarke turned to Cor. "When you fix it, are you going to yell for people to close the doors on them too?" The mercenary snarled, he was beginning to see why she'd been mocked on destroying that other ship. It wasn't easy to gain his respect, it was even harder to get into his good books after something like this. "Don't worry, not like it was a matter of survival, right?" Clarke put a hand on the knife strapped to his shoulder.

Mercenaries were all the same.