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"Well, the nice fella', the first mate, told me I'd probably be dead if that wasn't the case." Francisco shrugged. "Glad to be here though. Don't have anywhere else to turn."

Francisco stood up and leaned forward, in turn he extended his hand and nodded at both of them. "Nice to meet both of ya." He shook Nathalie's hand and shortly afterwards retracted it. He then sat back down, using both of his hands to keep his suit's jacket unrestricted when doing so. "Guess...

Francisco was stunned by the abrupt topic changes around him. It went from training and maintaining a nice ass to a drunkard serving average hamburgers to browsing for new weapons. He looked down at the bottle of alcohol in his hand and looked back up, as he let out a silent but audible "The...

Francisco gave Typhon a pat on the shoulder. "Hey, don't worry about it. We've all got our days, right? I can hook you up if you need anything." Francisco might've been locked up for four years, but that didn't mean he wasn't running his business, or what was left of it, at least.

"I'm doin' better, thanks for asking. Pills did the trick, alright." Francisco looked over his shoulder and saw Jackson smoking and drinking, thus he quickly forward again. "You look like shit, doc. No offense."

"Right, I'm gonna go introduce myself to some of the other people, .... Baldy. Take it easy on the drinking, amigo. It's bad for your health." Francisco shoved his chair backwards and stood up. He turned and began walking towards the closest group of people from where he originally began...

Francisco visibly became angry. "Earths a name for the floating turd you know as Terra, I don't know where it comes from but it was a pretty common name where I grew up." He finished the glass Jackson brought earlier. "You'd be surprised, amigo. I managed to escape capture, unlike around eighty...

Francisco laughed lightly. "Maybe you can introduce me to this Nathalie sometime, yes?" He took another sip from his glass before placing it down onto the table. "What can I say, Baldy? I was a drug kingpin on earth. Drug trafficking, that sort of stuff. Joined the cartel when I was but a boy...

Francisco tilted his head upwards as he saw Jackson approach. He straightened his back and stopped leaning on the table. As Jackson placed a glass down infront of Francisco, he reached out his hand and took a hold of it. "Name's Francisco." Francisco said as he slowly raised the glass to take...

After taking the time to recover from the crash he was in earlier, Francisco made his way to the lounge at a relaxed pace. Upon arrival, Francisco looked around the room and saw a handful of people were already present. Instead of mangling with the others, Francisco decided to seperate...

"Appreciate the help, médico. I'll leave you be." Thus Francisco removed himself from the medbay as he headed for a place to lay down at.

Francisco took a hold of the pills and laid them out flat on the palm of his hand. After taking the pills, Francisco reached for the cup of water and took a hold of it as well. He looked down at his palm and seperated the two pills with his thumb, before quickly swinging his hand upwards to...

"Esta en el pasado. If it does interest you... Well, murder and drug trafficking were the main charges." He began raising his arms and held them outwards once they were fully raised. Francisco began walking towards Typhon in a T-Pose, keeping eye contact whilst traversing the floor of the medbay.

"There's more than one. There's about five, six, maybe. It depends on who you're asking." Francisco shrugged. "What difference does it make, right?" He took off his jacket and folded it neatly. He turned around to face the chair he previously sat on and placed the folded jacket down onto the...

It was only a couple of seconds after Francisco sat himself down when he heard Typhon speak. He stood up from the chair and nodded his head towards him. "I don't think we've met. I'm Francisco, the resident fugitive."

Francisco made his way out of the barracks to the mess hall. He wrapped the jumpsuit into a big ball and opened the trash compactor, dumping the ball of orange cloth into it afterwards. He wiped off his hands and let out a sigh. "Not feeling too great after all... I should find the doctor." A...

"Nah, this will do just fine amigo. I'll get myself out of these prison rags and burn 'em, unless someone has a thing for soaked orange jumpsuits around here." Francisco excused himself once more, this time to change his wardrobe. Once done, he returned to the barracks' main room with the empty...

Francisco looked around the barracks' interior. He heard someone approaching and thus turned around to face said someone. "It's eh... a medium, I think?" Francisco shrugged. "I gotta be real compadre, I'm itching to wear a suit again, like I used to. Not sure if that's an option though. "

"Glad to hear that, I've had my fair share of trouble so I could do without right now." Francisco grinned and looked down at his jumpsuit. Francisco briefly introduced himself to the present members and as he did, saw a glimpse of both ships, before he turned his face to Lauren again. "Those...

As Daniel extended his hand, so did Francisco. As they shook hands, Francisco let out a few words; "Francisco. Convicted fugitive." He turned his head to face Jericho and peered over his appearance. "Francisco, nice to meet ya. Love the outfit." He looked down at his own feet, seeing the worn...