'I don't want to know who Aquila is, then, do I? Ya can call me Flint'

'Ya know, there are things like that ya don't know if ya spend 99% of ya life down here. But there's so much opportunity- discarded tech, a place out of view of prying eyes, I'd say it's alright. Guessing ya no big fan of the Emperor?'

He pulls a couple of rusted metal boxes and chairs over, as well as a battered old table, to make the room more of a meeting space

'So ya a loyal Imperial citizen?'

'I guess I am too, then. What d'ya say, we get some sleep and sort this whole plan together in the morning?'

Flint shows up back at the meeting point.

'I'm here. Ya sleep well? I know the smell, dampness, and vermin infestation probably isn't to the tastes of someone like you'

'The state of unconsciousness usually entered at night, used for the body and mind to recharge after a long and eventful day' he replies, missing the sarcasm entirely

'Oh. Right. Never did get the hang of those. Ya said where is everyone, do we like, go look, try to get the fourth person?'

Flint climbs up a long ladder to the surface and takes a look around. 'Kinda depressing, the air up here is barely fresher than at home. And that's saying something'

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