HALF BREED
"Captain Baddo, I'm Marcus Doug Douglas. It's a pleasure to meet you"
Baddo took the hand, shook it, and tried to calculate how old the cyborg was. More than a hundred, that was for sure, not that it mattered. Unless the old fart was senile that is - which would matter a lot.
"Welcome aboard, sir. Thank you for coming".
Doug Douglas smiled. "You're welcome. So, Captain Baddo, what's so important that it brought you and Big Berta all the way out to this corner of the Confederacy?"
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