[b][i]An old acquaintance, from a different dimension. Lobster Dinner.[/i][/b] "Son of a-!" [i] Ian yelled as he was adjusting the pressure valve on his armor's Waterjet, spraying himself in the face with a blast of water. [/i] "I swear to the Flying Spaghetti Monster if I do that one more time.." [i]He mumbled, wiping his face off with the bottom of his t-shirt, putting the wrench down and walking over to the corner of his room. There was a mini fridge, something he made sure to install as soon as he got the chance. He pulled a can of melon soda out, chuckling at the thought of the girl back on the JU who'd got him hooked on it. Suddenly, there was a distinctive dinging coming from down the hall. Almost like a phone call, but in space. Someone was trying to contact them. Since it was still ringing, Ian took it upon himself to walk to the cockpit and answer it himself. Their main comms receiver was in the shape of an old phone with a rotary dial, Ian's personal touch. He lifted the receiver to his ear.[/i] "This is the Lobster Dinner, how may we help you?" [i]He said in his best customer service voice. The voice on the other end replied, a cold and metallic voice that gave Ian the creeps immediately.[/i] "I'm looking for Damien Lordan." [i] Ian rose an eyebrow at the speaker's request.[/i] "Who's calling?" "Kid, just tell them Ronin is calling. I don't have time for secretary check-ins." [i] Ian shrugged, put the phone down on the panel, pressing the intercom button for the ship. [/i] "Damien, someone's on the phone for you." [spoiler]Chesh. [/spoiler]