nicholson smiled to himself, recalling the books he had read about the gunslinger roland and the odd way they all talked.
"yeah, you could say that." nicholson responded.
nicholson demanded, knowing the question was futile. the group of labor hunters who called themselves the mechanics had had their falling out with each other while nicholson was still in their unwilling service.
nicholson tapped his combadge immediately and spoke in a loud and clear voice...
"nicholson to bridge... go to yellow alert until further notice and post security teams in and around deck seven."
"jesse nicholson!" charles continued his jolly laugh, holding his round stomach. "sounds damn well like an old-fashioned desperado if i ever heard one!"