Captain Argylle had shared some rather colourful words when expressing his views on Tadgh leaving the crew. His view had been that Tadgh owed the ship a great debt for his experience there. Tadgh's view was that Argylle was an unhinged ex-pirate who preferred to let his first and second mate do all the work whilst he quietly drank himself to sleep. That view had not been shared verbally. Argylle had demanded another meeting the next day. Tadgh had quietly packed up and shipped out on a transport to Pallas to find another ship. An ignominious way to finish a two year tour on a vessel. And then he'd found Glen Colson on his heels. The young belter had apparently decided to follow him. Glen was ecstatic about it. Tadgh was not so excited about the teenage OPA sympathiser. He could muster enthusiasm for almost anything and never stopped talking. To top it off Glen had boldly pronounced that he would use his OPA contacts to find them work. Tadgh had just nodded and smiled. Inside his own head he weighed up whether or not he was going to help Glen find work too. Meanwhile at Pallas, the Azimuth had seen better days but was a well made machine. It wasn't built for comfort. At some point in it's life it had been converted from cabins of six to individual cabins or rooms of two bunks, but they were small and spartan. Despite being fifty years it didn't feel lived in. As if it refused to let go of that clinical MCRN vessel feeling. Less of the ship was broken, or perpetually on the edge of failure than typically privately owned belt freighters. Most ship hands would take an uncomfortable living space over a chance of being spaced It had changed hands recently and the new crew were still learning to mesh into a functional team. Some had clearly worked together for longer than others. The Azimuth had no set routes or cargo contracts. The crew would be doing a variety of job to earn their pay. Some transport on the books, some goods moved off the books. Anything that paid, they would do. The number of heavy rifles locked up on the third deck suggested that sometimes that was going to be dangerous. Not that there was anything to do today. They had docked at Pallas and the crew given some shore leave. In part that was so they had a break to get a few drinks in and bond, in part it was because they didn't have another job lined up and there was only enough spare cash to pay for two weeks of docking fees. Pallas Tadgh always found that the areas around the Pallas docks seemed unnaturally dingy. As if the rocks themselves were leaching away the light. Spotting his fellow crew member at a table with a terminal propped in front of himself Tadgh made a beeline through the crowd. The area might have been dark and grimy, but it was also the best place to find work on a ship. He could see that Glen was sitting away from anyone else with an earphone in. He was talking to the heavily tattooed face of a man over his terminal. Just as Tadgh reached the table the call was cut off. Seeing him, Glen looked up and beam. There was a look of distinct pride on his face. "Mi found some work boss!" he said so quickly that Tadgh had to isolate each word in turn in his mind and piece it back together. "Fook off!" Tadgh said as he took a seat. He didn't doubt that the lad thought he had found a job, he just expected to find that someone had taken advantage of his enthusiasm. "Mu fosho! Told you! Mi have kopeng in da OPA!" Glen whispered this conspiratorially and tapped the side of his nose. "Oh come on Glen you d..." Looking hurt the young belter interrupted him. "Really. Job is on Callisto. Some Pinkwater scum been taking money to harass belta. Three belta didn't work hard enough for an inya bossmang last week and ended up in hospital. Dey wanya hire us to grab their boss for a chat about taking money from da wrong people sasa ke?" Tadgh raised an eyebrow. "Sounds dangerous. That lot don't fuck about." "They're gonna make a scene, keep em busy for us. Just a small outpost, like ten men. Dey have kapawu heading out dis week and need more people.” “kapawu?” “Ship.” Tadgh took a few seconds thinking it over. “Who have they hired for it?” “Ship …called…azeemuff?” “Azimuth?” Glen didn't like having his English corrected but Tadgh wasn't in a patient mood. “Maybe,” Glen said with a shrug. “So we start this job by…” “Oh!” went Glen, clearly remembering an important detail. “If da captain takes it on, mi contact send him mi details.” Tadgh nodded slowly. He doubted the offer was genuine to start with and even if it was it sounded dangerous. He hadn't come out to the belt to get shot on the job. He'd been clipped by an over enthusiastic UN marine on Ceres and wasn't keen to experience it again. The offer, as it would turn out, was genuine. One of @Alric's lieutenants had just closed the call from his own terminal on Io. OOC/ There is a crew list with open positions here: https://www.theexpanse-rp.com/wiki/Ships/Azimuth Once you've posted here edit the wiki to add your name to the crew!