A Meeting with The Dark Wheel

Location: Gallun's Inheritance, Shinrarta Dezhra.
Date: 11/10/2017, 07:32am UTC.
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Reynolds: "CMDR Julian McCoy, it's so good to see you again! Your fame around here has reached staggering heights."

McCoy: "Ms. Reynolds, it's good to speak to you again - but unfortunately i'm here on business."

*A pause.*

McCoy: "What do you know of Raxxla?"

*Reynolds pulls McCoy roughly (by the shoulder and scruff of the neck) into her office and slams the door shut.*

Reynolds: "You should know better than to say that name in public around here, McCoy."

*She lets go rather abruptly, after sitting him down (more like slamming him down) on her desk, sitting on her own comfortable-looking office chair.*

McCoy: "Easy on the gold, grabby! Christ... You know I wouldn't use that word unless it was important, i've been doing some snooping around."

*He straightens himself up, brushing some invisible dust off of his usual sparkling gold flight suit, turning to face her.*

Reynolds: "You've been... Last time you came here and spoke to Councillor Bean I should've known that something was up. You'd never mingle with us here at The Dark Wheel unless you suspected... Or, you're just as paranoid as your usual self."

McCoy: "We've only ever met once before this, how do you know 'my usual self?'"

*She moves over to a HoloFac terminal on the wall, and waves her hand over it, apparently having full access to McCoy's flight records and medical profile.*

Reynolds: "You really think I didn't have someone monitor you? I mean, your psychological profile is astounding; I'm frankly amazed you even got a license with the Pilot's Federation."

*He waves his hand at her, metaphorically brushing her off.*

McCoy: "I hope that's just a hobby of yours, and i'm not under surveillance."

*She chuckles, sliding her chair back over to the desk.*

Reynolds: "Of course not, you're not important enough to warrant /our/ attention - yet - anyway."

*McCoy huffs, still apparently lying flat on his back /on her desk/, one knee bent upwards and his other leg straight out. He looks like his pride (and/or ego) has just been severely bruised by her words.*

McCoy: "What do you mean not important enough? Do you know who I am? Wait, of course you do, nevermind, anyway... I asked you a question, what do you know of Raxxla?"

*Reynolds' smile turns into a light frown, and she appears mildly frustrated with his persistence, before releasing a sarcastic sigh.*

Reynolds: "Let me think... The door that is also a key? The place that is not a place? The myth? Oh but i'm sure you already know that, you /have/ been digging into every available record concerning it, haven't you? Even some of the 'unavailable' ones I hear. You even had the audacity to try and obtain a Sap Eight Core Container, probably planning to steal one from me."

*He sighs with annoyance, and slight relief that he isn't going to have to steal anything.*

McCoy: "Oh well... I mean, you can't blame me? I tried to get hold of one through proper channels, but it's impossible. There's simply nobody able or willing to source on-"

*Reynolds uses the opportunity while he's distracted, staring at and talking to the ceiling, to give a resounding shove to his side, pushing him into a roll straight off her desk. She frowns a little and peaks over the top as he flops onto the floor harder than expected (and face first) looking a touch concerned.*

Reynolds: "McCoy, are you alright?"

McCoy: "I'm fine... But you could've just asked."

*He climbs off the floor, straightening his glasses, before sitting on the chair opposite hers.*

Reynolds: "It's awfully rude to lie on someone else's desk, if I don't teach you some manners you're going to get yourself killed."
(Read: "That's payback for planning to steal one of my shipments, bitch.")

McCoy: "Me? Get myself killed? Why on Earth would anybody want to do that?"

*She facepalms with both hands for a few seconds before looking back up, and suddenly bursting into laughter. McCoy seems bewildered at first, before emitting a light chuckle.*

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