#3 by Carnifex

The quick trip to Beaumont turned out much easier then crossing Hudson, luckily Arch had given Cravic a few tips on how to disable a transponder (somehow unsurprisingly). After gently setting his damaged ship down on Beaumont Cravic quickly extricated himself from it and made his way to where Arch and Reiko had set down their transport. As he walked he removed his Navy combat jacket and discarded it on the ground. This in conjunction with his complete disregard for the confused Junkers scattered about the landing bay seemed to make those watching pause as though uncertain of their safety. Some skittered away like rats.

The loading ramp of the Arch’s transport lowered just as Cravic arrived at its foot, Arch stood at its top looking quite undaunted by this unprecedented situation.
“Now that we can’t be overheard through our coms will you please tell me why I’ve risked my neck bringing you here?” Arch requested.
Cravic walked up the ramp and just as he passed by Arch and started glancing around the hold he said, “I’m dead, that’s why.”
Arch’s day wasn’t turning out how he had wanted it to.
“There was an assassination attempt on me, by the LPI,” he continued, “A double agent has reported to them by now that I’m dead. I’m going to use that to my advantage and lie low for a while and then find out who tried to put a knife in my back and why.” By this point Cravic was absent-mindedly going through the cargo on Arch’s ship which unnerved the Junker immensely and just as he moved over to the admiral’s side to object Cravic pulled a rather large gun from out of a hidden crate. The junker hesitated for a moment and looked quite surprised as Cravic hoisted the gun and slung it over his shoulder with purpose. For an instant Cravic fancied that Arch looked as though he hadn’t known that the guns had been there.
“Umm...” said Arch still trying to grasp what was happening, this was not how he had known the admiral to behave.
Cravic handed him a piece of paper, on it were scrawled a few numbers and letters that Arch looked at dubiously. “That is all the information needed for a good Lane Hacker to access the money on my Navy neural net, half of which would be more than enough to pay for the new civilian ship that you are about to buy for me.” Cravic said this as though he was making an insurance claim of some sort. “Not to mention lots of rum,” he added disdainfully “You can have my old ship for your troubles of course, I’ll have to take a few of the guns off it though.”

There Cravic stood, the ex-admiral of the Liberty Navy. To a trained eye, changed because of it; as though being deprived of his rank and almost his life had in a way strengthened him and focused his will. Arch, had he thought about it more might have suspected that it would not be without detriment.
Instead his mind turned to more pressing matters of money and salvage. The tempest of information over, Arch’s expression slowly grew brighter as he realised his day might not turn out as bad after all.