A man entered the bar. Covered in armor and variousobjectsmeant for a battle strapped to his thighs and back, the golden eyes of the optical Len’s glowed gently as he took a look at every single person in the bar. There was a menacing way he was holding himself as if he’d would do anything maybe even stab you.
~Few people…~
He sighed heavily. He liked the quite places and this seemed one of the quiet places for now at least at the moment. He removed a patch that covered his right shoulder arm reveling a engraved design of a cross and wings. His left chest plate remained covered however he eyed the lady with the white parasol but mostly he was looking at the parasol its self as if slightly interested in what it was or better yet why she’d have it on a ship.
The robot bartender looked at the man, hung his head and shut down.
"Idiot!" cried the lady, placing her closed parasol down on the table, rushing to the bar.
"Don't ask the bartender complicated questions! Now he's gone about trying to find an answer to a question he doesn't know" she said in a rush, turning the robot around, slamming his chest on the bar, revealing his back.
"Can you read? His back pannel says A-A-A-A. Don't ask, his creator was one of those idiots who just presses AAAA every time he gets a high score on a video arcade game"
She kicked his left leg, folded the robot's hand into a fist and made him punch himself in the chest. The robot's eyes glowed once again, stood still for about 2 seconds then went back to work.
"Why are you going around asking names anyway? Shouldn't you ask the lady first? How rude. Secondly, why bother asking names when you haven't even introduced yourself first?" she said sternly.
She sighed to herself on the inside. Men.
She glanced to the boy, he was still by the other woman who appeared to be sitting there playing with some sort of electronic device.
She felt the room go colder than usual for a moment, then shook her head slightly. It was as if she had left something behind when she had gotten up, and it was as if she had forgotten something - and as if something was watching her.
He got up from his seat carefully looking to the woman for a few seconds hearing her argue he took the opportunity and got up slowly and casually moving towards the parasol. He'd never seen such a thing before and he began to scan the device over with all visions. He read about these once in a book but of course he didn't read the description of the thing other then it was used as a weapon.
~Bladed weapon maybe~
He carefully went to take it up in his hand and run the armored hand near the rim. his thumb moved on the stem clicking somethi- the parasol burst open at a speed. He dropped it moving back as if it were to attack him. Drawing his gun out before it hit the ground, he held one of his two guns pointing at the opened parasol to see what it would do next.
Everyone in the room had seen the commotion. The parasol opening was as effective as a balloon popping in a library. Both the lady and the man who had a briefcase confronted the commotion.
The man got there first. Hey, look you, put the gun dow- said the man who used to hold the briefcase. Oi what do you think you're doing? cried the lady. Look at him, he has a gun Do I look like I bloody give a damn? Well take your damn umbrella the- It's not an umbrella, it's a parasol, idiot. Like there's any difference. Who the hell says let alone uses parasols anyway I do, and everyone from where I come from does.Bloody idiots from liberty Hey, no need for racism there I Didn't say anything. Yes you did No I didn't!
The man who used to have a briefcase swore under his breath. Bloody women. Should never have left the kitchen. muttered the man under his breath. Men. An uneducated welp from Liberty at that. murmured the woman.
The two looked over to see the newcomer, whom neither of them had really taken a look at properly. One glance at him, the next at the gun, and the next at the parasol.
The lady snatched up her parasol and held it as if cherishing her own baby.
It was my grandfather's. I've had it since I was 5. said the woman softly.
The two looked at the man standing there, still holding a gun. They waited for his next move.
The man looked to both of them but his eyes mostly locked on the man. Sexism to him was worse then Racism to him, he holstered the gun a small click heard as it locks into place preventing any one from takeing the pistol from his thigh. He looked at the parasol and then to the man, under the helmet he was gleering at him.
"Speech like that gains you little respect."
His helmet picked up the chatter between the two little to their knowledge he was recording everything down and saving it to the OBC. He check the parasol over again for a moment and frowned under the helmet. finally his gaze rested on the man.
"I am a soldier, of course I have a gun."He said to the man then to the woman he asked."Isn't that thing used as a weapon around the edges?" His voice masked to make him sound around his mid-years.
The cloaked figure sighed a long sigh that means more than a sigh. The sighy sigh that sighs only know of sighs whom sigh that sigh of sighyfullness. Naturally, he sighed at his sigh for it was a sighy sigh.
He stood, and approached the man whom previously had the briefcase.
"I'm not much for small talk. So no, deals off.. I'm.. busy."
The figure looked around a bit, then asked a general question to everyone.
"Does anyone have a change of clothes? Something kusarian, preferably. I don't know why, though.. just a compelling urge.."
There was a silence in the room for a moment, and a look of utter bewilderment on the man's face. Then there was a sound.
"Eh" "Eh"ed the man, "It's just a bloody umbrella" said the man. Parasol said the woman. Shut up. replied the man, annoyed.
The man taking a step back slightly intimidated, right onto the cloaked figure. He staggered and tripped backwards. "What the hell are you doing!?" he yelled, slightly angered. "Goddammit.."
Now about my parasol.. said haughtily the lady. It is a weapon only if you make me angry. Though then who is the weapon then, the parasol or myself?
She laughed a little to her self before sighing. The man before him... such an adult in complex, though his actions were like that of a foreigner; an alien in human form; a child.
Perhaps you had better sit down. I'll let you have a look at it if you want. Said the lady.
She gestured to the table, inviting the man to sit down.
The armored man looked at her for a few moments before sitting down keeping a conscious eye the man who had once had the brief case but his hands were not on his gun but at two hilt knives on his belt ready to draw them out.
"The Parasol of course, I've not seen a thing like it before and I've been around quite a lot."His tone was a matter-of-fact tone, it sounded perfectly neutral for the moment.
His hands came from their holdings. his right hand drawing the small knife out of his socket, not to intmerdate the lady but warn others away. spinning the blade with both hands, the brass eyes of the helmet peered her up and down for a moment getting an entire body scan.
A figure watched from the shadows, somewhere in the corner of the bar. She didn't seem to be shivering, odd considering her lack of any serious cold-weather gear. Evidently she hadn't been inside long, though none of the crew could've claimed to see her entering the ice-coated area. For all the world the dark-haired woman seemed simply to have formed from the shadows. A ridiculous notion, of course, but one that she nonetheless took great pride in creating.
She smiled contentedly, the action revealing twin rows of perfectly shaped incisors. It was amazing how much some people could notice, and yet miss at the same time. The new figure couldn't have been more different from those already in the bar. Where the Bretonian woman was bombastic, she was reserved, calculating even, though the term hardly seemed appropriate. She carried no visible weapons, as was the price of entry. It was common courtesy after all, even if one didn't use conventional entrances. Besides, she had all the weaponry she needed right between her ears.
The lady sat at her table, surveying the man before her while letting him study it a little longer before telling him the answer. She needed no technology nor special devices to scan a human being, body language and expression was enough. She saw the knife in his hands, and multiple weapons. But she was safe.
She had seen much in her so-far short lifetime, having stayed at the bar and within the ship for many years. She had met so many 'dark' figures, and many who kept to the shadows. They were all the same in the end. She sighed to herself on the inside a little, before taking a sip of her tea. Stone-cold, or rather, ice-cold. She spat it into her saucer, before wiping her mouth daintily with a hankerchief. This place needs a new makeover, she thought. I've never been one for cold places.
People can live a hundred years without seeing a single star.. she said quietly. Does it matter how long you've lived, only where you've been.
She could taste the irony in her mouth. It wasn't as if she had explored much outside of her home planet, a few systems and the ship, beyond the jumphole.
She smiled to herself. Nobody could know that, she thought. I know of all corners of sirius, seen pictures, met people... I've done everything but actually been there.
She wondered again for a moment, about what was the purpose of her life.
But then she snapped back to the future. Could she play a little game with the newcomer?
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The lady with the SCRA vodka had gone, possibly to the toilet or something. The boy looking no older than 10, had grown bored, his mother talking with a scary man.
He walked over and looked and stole a glance at the newcomer. He saw something flash between her teeth. He was scared, but the parasol lady assured him he was safe here. Brave and daring, he smiled and placed his hands behind his back, and looked up.
Aren't you cold miss? he asked politely.
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Meanwhile, the other man walked over to the counter and asked for his briefcase back. He walked back to the man with the sword. It's a pity you couldn't do better. Perhaps you have changed, if not for the best way.
As for Kusarian clothes, I'll see what I can get you.
He left quickly, his clothes slightly damp. He came back minutes later with a blue male Yukata. Toilets are on the doors to the right of the bar. ]
He looked back and surveyed the room quickly. He had made a mess of himself - both in appearance and in dignity. There was nobody of importance now, and he had done his part.
He looked at the half-empty bottle also lying on the table. He had drunk a lot, possibly a cause of all the shenanigans however, nothing should ever be wasted. Draining the lot, he made his way to the door, tripping twice over what seemed to be nothing. He left in a hurry.
Minutes later, another loud bang was heard, as he fell to the ground. He knew that by the time he woke up, he would be in a different place at a very different time.