[i]"Right. An Alamo warship, sent the surviving members of its crew to Ollimand and conscripted whoever would join us for deckhands." Booker took pride in his plunders, and an Alamo was no different. He was getting it retrofitted in orbit as they spoke with all the necessary modifications for his fleet - Mainly internal and external colour schemes to mark it as his. [/i]

“An Alamo? Either you’ve got a big ass crew, or a big sack... good work in either case.” Drake raised an eyebrow, impressed. He’d heard Booker’s name before, but he hadn’t yet heard of any outlandishly successful feats to his title. Needless to say, he was a bit skeptical. “You don’t mind me asking,” he said, careful not to sound condescending, “but capturing an NTR warship is no small feat. I don’t mean to doubt you, but you wouldn’t have any proof that you took it down, would you?”

[i]"Yeah. Some security footage of me in the bridge, I'll send it your way." Booker grinned and pulled up his phone, sending a video of the interaction between him and an Admiral to Drake. He definitely could use it to boost his reputation, thinking about it. [/i]

“Aw man, that’s fu[i]c[/i]king wicked,” Drake said while grinning at the scene and, unbeknownst to Booker, recorded the video with his prosthetic eye for his own enjoyment later on. “Well, sorry for doubting you man. That looked pretty metal.”