Greg

Frank eyes widen as a familiar ship parks besides theirs.

'Shit' he thinks as he tries to hide from being seen and didn't even answer when a hand knocks onto the door. But apparently Fuki couldn't read the room and actually opened the door.

"Who are you?" a voice that he swore never to think of again asks Fuki who looks like she was about to knock him out when Frank stops her before she can lay the punch.

"Greg," Frank greets, the guy at the door is a yellow skinned humanoid with long black hair and empty eyes, he almost towers over Fuki and is wearing the similar yet different outfit as the rest, he has a dark blue coat instead of a jacket with a hood, the back of the coat is their symbol which is a cut up credit sign, unlike Frank however he is decked out in guns and weapons, a knife on his calf and waist, a gun on his right and back, a pole behind the gun to poke people with. Frank unconsciously rubs the back of his neck when he saw it.

"Child," his voice is rather gentle to the other ear, but Frank knew that it was dripping with venom." Where have you been these days?" he asks like a concerned parent. Fuki is very much confused with why Frank didn't want to see him at all.

Frank huffs shakily.

"Have you been drinking again?" Greg asks with a sigh, like a disappointed parent which made Greg wince." Drinking is bad for creatures like you," he moves forward with his hands raised, Frank instinctively backed off but he was pulled by the scruff of his hood and dragged outside, quite literally. Fuki was slightly alarmed at the rough action and was about to help him when she was attacked on the head by a blunt object.

She winces, clutching her head in pain.

"Don't hit her!" Frank exclaims," I'm fine," he turns to Fuki with a slightly crooked smile, trying to be reassuring but failing to given her expression of worry.

"Girl, you need to learn your place, where are you from anyway?" Greg asks with a dark tone.

Fuki glares at him, not going to tell him anything. Greg huffs and continues to drag him towards the stairs, Frank manage to right himself to prevent his feet from dragging and had no choice but to follow him downstairs.

He was surprised to say the least. The crew was happily drinking with Merquri and ... Gretal is playing cards... with-

"Frankie!" a small girl with purple eyes, skin, lips and hair jumps up, her outfit not really hiding much as she leaps towards Frank, clinging onto his arm." Where did you go?!" she exclaims, hitting him playfully but Frank flinches back, as if burned. Her skin is entirely acidic, yet she still clings to him every time. At least his right-handed, he mourns his left arm as he loses feeling in it.

"Diana!" Greg hisses, pulling her by the hair, which is not acidic, making her shriek a little." I had to waste herbs because you keep clinging onto him, I should chain you to the wall," he threatens.

"Anything but my freedom!" she exclaims, crying, her tears staining his jacket, now there's blood.

Gretal sees that and pulls her away, seemingly unharmed by touching her hands, she smiles at Diana and pets her head. Now this was something Frank had never thought he'd see Diana do, other than Frank, she had never talked nor be nice to anyone but him... (even if her definition of nice is a bit crooked).

Probably because she cannot be effected by her skin...

"Who the hell are these people Frank? What I tell you about strangers?" he asks.

"Greg I presume," Gretal pulls his attention over to them." I came here in hopes of forming a deal," they reply.

"Which clan are you from?" he say clan like it's some grand family thing but really it's more of a gang than anything.

"The Gelu Empire," they reply, Greg raises an eyebrow.

"That empire has long burned down, what are you doing here? To get revenge?" he smiles.

"No, there is a mole in the universal corporation and I want to rid of it," Gretal replies.

"Why should I care?" he asks, he purses his lips, if there is a mole in the corporation... wouldn't they let them do whatever they want? Frank was thinking the exact same thing the other day.

"Because they plan on war," Gretal replies. Greg blinks before bursting into laughter.

"So?" He asks, placing Frank's hood down." If they want war then bring it," he replies.

"Only they won't spare anyone else but their own," Gretal replies.

"Do you know who the mole is?"

"No,"

"Then how do you know if I'm the mole?"

"Because the mole is currently at the top of the corporation," Gretal replies, both Greg and Frank thought that it was a nice scandal to feed to the people. Greg grins.

"Where is your basis on?" he asks.

"We also have a mole in the corporation," Gretal adds. Frank frowns, does that mean they know or do not know? Looks like they are basing it on a hunch of someone else. Fuki looks between the two, feeling really confused as to what they are talking about, war? She didn't know much about the universe, a new explorer of her world, she didn't know what corporation they were talking about.

"Well that's a shitty mole then if you can't get a name," Greg muses," but I can be working for said person ya know?" he asks." I owe the Fflams some debt and I could rat you out to them," they add.

"Name your price and I'll give it to you," Gretal replies.

"I can't be brought with just money or gold," Greg replies," I need something useful, something unique to your world," he adds." Your planet has long gone and I have almost every treasure from each galaxy, what can you give me?" he asks.

"What about a magic book?" they ask.

"Why do I need something old and useless?" Greg snorts.

"Magic isn't old and useless, there is a ton of things you can do with Magic," Gretal replies.

"It uses one's energy to do things that any technology can easily do without breaking a sweat," Greg retorts. Immortality doesn't work too, Frank thinks, he's over 500 years old now despite his youthful appearance. Gretal seems to be able to see that as well seeing as he knew what the Gelu Empire is and even the home planet.

"Fight me and see if it's useless," the members that were looking at them in curiosity suddenly shrinks back, even Diana who has been hissing at Greg, runs to dive under the table. Frank looks at Greg, not that he was afraid that he'll be angry but that he would be eager instead.

His fears came true as Greg's lips curled into a smile.