"Old man comes back after looong vacation."
Where is my booze? Where is my favourite bargirls and the old mates?
Seems that everything changed.. Damn even the cap'tans around changed as well... Who runs da show now?
Well I am here anyway so I would get drunk for the good old time. Shout if you need me around. Also if anyone of you fellas still have the keys of the old fart's ships don't hesitate to leave it at the table.
"Bo concentrates again on his drink and thinks in what state he would find his old chambers at Arranmore."
(10-09-2013, 10:51 AM)Knjaz Wrote: Official faction players that are often accused of elitism, never deploy them and have those weird, immersion killing "fair fight/dueling" suicidal hobbies. (yes, i've seen enough of those lolduels, where house military with overwhelming force on the field willingly loses a pilot in a duel. ffs.)
"Blod' strode into the bar, then suddenly halted, puzzled, and started moaning"
Hey, dat ain't d'Bru na Boinne,is it ? Must be mistakin', t'be shure...
Anyway, oy need a drink o' twelve, un' dis wun will do foine.
Oy do recall naow, dat's where's ol' Nick's barkeep un' owner, long toime no seen him 'round.
"She sat on a stool, at the bar, and call out to the man behind it."
Lad, could ye pour mae a point o' ale ? oh wait, and get mae a glass o' yer foinest whiskey.
"As soon as the her glass was put in front of her, she grabs then raise it"
To the lost. Slainte !!.
"she drinks half of her glass in one gulp"
So, telle mae, laddie; where ol' O'Flannigan ? oy've been lookin' 'round, un' oy've nae seen him 'ere.Wasn't he in charge un' owns d'place ?
Where's Dara, where's Marion, where be d' McCealleach Brodhers ?
Ye see lad, oy miss dh'old toimes, all d'fellas oy use tae floy widh' are all gone naow, retoired, jailed o' worse, oy say.
At least Nick found a noice place fer hees ol' days, un' naow 'ees gone too ? Oy cannae believe it !
Sees, all d'faces, oy see, are new 'ere, as are d'wuns o' d'mateys oy use tae floy alongsoide.
Naow oy got tae lead rookies into d'battle un' all. Can ye believe most o' em ne'er had tae foight 'gainst dem squaddies ?! Damnú air !
Un' ye know what ? Most o' em won't last wun more year. 'Ve seen so many o'em fell in d'moist o' d'battle !
Look ! Durin wun o' mae last patrol, was leadin' a pack o' new wolves when we were caught by d'squaddies in New London.
Oy had tae challenge d'squaddies' patrol leader, tae make shure d'odhers could retreat meanwhoyle.
It took some toime, but t'be shure, oy shot dat templar down. But ye know what ? Whoyle oy wa foightin', d'lads got bored un' engaged d'remainin' o' d'squaddies, un' all went down, wun afta' d'odhers.
So had tae get roide o' all dat darn patrol.
Fortunatly fer d'rookies , all d'pods were fontionals, un all made it tae Traffie.
Sadly, oy know dat wun day our good fortune will cease, tis just a madder o' toime.Un' dat day, we'll lose again d'foinest o' our people.Oy say we cannae lose more ship o' poilots, but d'younger tin' nutin' but tae join in d'fray !
E'en oos d'vets should be more carefull. Oy maesel' ran inta trouble last toime oy went tae cambroidge tae foight d'sars off 'ere.
Was caught by wun o' d'squaddies on d'wrong ship, D'lad overwhelmed me un' had tae flee frem battle , troyin' tae reach Lisburn safe.
But oy wasn't 'bout succeed ad all, as mae ship was badly damaged by a moine, un' havin' dat squaddie on mae heels.
In fact oy didnnae made it all, but tanks t'd'help o' SIderae, was able tae take d'templar down rammin' it widh mae own ship whoyle oy was ejectin'.
Dis day, mae pod wasn't caught in d'blast o' d'moine un' o'd'two vessels explosion, and oy made it tae Lisburn.
Lemme say, oy do really fear d'day oy'd run outta luck. See what oy mean ?!
"A buzzer sounded, and she took her comms module out of her handbag.
She looks worried "
Un' what it is ,naow ? Oy got messages frem complete strangers.
Excuse mae, oy gotta sort it aout, laddie.
Ruport walks into the bar with a bottle of his own whiskey already half drunk and hes already wobbling a little. He grins wide and stupidly as he looks around and heads to the bar area and takes a seat at the stool. Looking around still he takes another swing with his bottle. He then remembers out of drunkenness his angry temper of why he started drinking in the first place that day and gets frustrated. He drinks the rest of the whiskey in one go without caring and throws the bottle against a wall, missing someone's head by just a little.
"BAR... ^%#(*$@iinnn.... MAN..... Gimmy a drink or Im gonna..." He doesn't finish his sentence.
Alex sits patiently watching the man yelling in the bar. He grabs his glass of vodka and takes a shot, leaning back and watching as the aggravated man asks for a drink.
"I'M TELLING YOU!"Ruport yells drunkly at the bartender as he is pouring him a drink."I'LL BREAK EVERY ONE OF THEM! EVERY ONE OF THEM "FL-ER" $H^%3RZ! They shoot me up, say I can't fight em' AND SCRATCH MY HAUL!?" AND I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS FOR A WEEK!!?? AAAH HELL NO!" He groans and the bartender comes with his drink and regretfully hand it to him and Ruport takes it and, not even looking at what it is, he drinks it wholeheartedly before noticing its pure gin and then staring to cough.
Ruport turns hearing a man's voice responding to his outbursts and turns to see a man smiling at him from across the room. Removing the thought of that being weird in one way or another he bursts out again in his tantrum. "YEAH FL-ER. DIDNT YOU HEAR OF THEM!? THEY STAND FOR *(&&*^&^ *&&*^% - *&(&*^ (*&*&*&^&%^"
He drinks some more of the drink handed to him and coughs some more and wipes his mouth with his sleeve again. He gets up and walks to where the guy is and trips in his step, almost falling drunkenly on the floor but managing to stay upright as he plunges to where he is and manages to land on a chair. Grinning of such an accomplishment he drinks some more..... and then coughs again as he forgot what he was drinking.
"What's this.... Yyyyeeer little glass of water.. Yeah weak son of a- COUUUGHH COUGH COUGH. What is... This little sttuuuupid ....."
Ruport had reached for the glass, expecting by the clearness of the contence to be just water and grinning at how weak he thought this man was until he drank a bit of it and out of the surprise he coughs violently again and as he grumbles he takes some sips of the drink as he looks around the room sluggishly and then back at the man.
He puts the glass down as he finishes it, getting used to the strength of it pretty quick . "Tank yea lad.... Bout ye knoww... Me still am god damn pissed! I mean what da hell!" He feels the strong warm sensation run through him from the vodka and it does quieten down a little nlbit for him as he battles internally it and groans a little. He was really starting to ichingly hate the man's constant smiling though.