06-19-2014, 06:54 PM
::: Bethlehem Station, Philadelphia :::
::: Time : near about now :::
*****
This is an open, storyline Thread.
I will use it to connect the various Characters I play with a background story,
but I do not close the thread to others. If somebody wants to RP with me, connecting Characters with mine then do so.
PLS be sociable.
*****
Characters so far involved :
Flinx ( edit : newly assigned TAZ pope in care of the chapel at Star Space Port in Omega 9 )
Venturer ( edit : Trader / Fighter and ex- free miner. joined the gallic Council recently )
FinnMcKannon ( Freelancer, Security expert with T&T/ Tinkers&Transport Trading Cooperation)
FynnMcScrap ( Junker / Foreman for T&T/ Tinkers Haven)
Fortinbras ( Miner / Fighter , BMF / FortiSec )
Officer William E. Barnikel ( Junior Constable /BPA )
< planned to come :> Marikiku , Golden Chrysanthemum Asassin
*
The table had been reserved , and the waiter knew that it could be a long night.
Not for the first time they met here, at the Penny Bar as the Zoner who covered his wage and generally topped it generously insisted on calling the watering hole.
So far they were easy guests, even if they usually hindered the cleaning staff in their work early in the morning shift. Quite a gathering, and usually they made no trouble. The new table and the rest of the furiture damaged in that squabble with the two Pilots last month had been accounted for right the next morning, and the girls had never complained about one of them.
Smiling professionaly he finished his round serving the drinks , happy that Flinx had advised him on the preferences of the lot.
He wouldn´t have managed to serve the right beverages without the warning. Trans- Sirius, ha ! Never be surprised with this lot.
*
Flinx looked around at his Brothers, remembering the time they had all met at the Freeport Orphanage. Remembering the dire times in wich they had to flee to another Freeport, or the times they had no protector, no money... no place to live.
They had managed, and they had prospered.
Even if there where still a few of the old group missing, and even if at least one of them had taken the last voyage to the middle of a sun in his coffin.
But after he himselfe had earned his first ship he had always somhow managed to keep an eye on his jounger friends. To send them enough money to get started themselves. And to meet them once in a while. He was happy that most of them kept in touch with him. After all... he felt responsible for them.
He smiled, waching Venturer and Fortinbras arguing about the value of some mining machinery. Wached Fynn speaking with his nearly-namesake Finn about local politics and the extend in wich this or that trade treaty or embargo affected the prices of escort and bounty jobs. And the smuggling routs.
Venturer. Still the oldest of the lot after himself. Small and always alert . Always seeming to expect Trouble and often right about it.
Fortinbras. Broad chested and sholdered, and always some oil somewhere. Hard to believe that this hulk of a man was the best light and medium Fighter Pilot of the Group. Even if he spent much of his time caring for his Hegemon.
Finn. The little pot belly seemd to indicate that he was experiencing good times.
And his friendship with certain civilian Investors had opened the door for some nice Escort and Trade deals. Experienced, calm... and unscrupulous.
And Fynn, as always lean and somehow ... hungry. Respected in the junker community and known to be true to his word.
Brothers. The only family they all knew.
*
( to be continued )
::: Time : near about now :::
*****
This is an open, storyline Thread.
I will use it to connect the various Characters I play with a background story,
but I do not close the thread to others. If somebody wants to RP with me, connecting Characters with mine then do so.
PLS be sociable.
*****
Characters so far involved :
Flinx ( edit : newly assigned TAZ pope in care of the chapel at Star Space Port in Omega 9 )
Venturer ( edit : Trader / Fighter and ex- free miner. joined the gallic Council recently )
FinnMcKannon ( Freelancer, Security expert with T&T/ Tinkers&Transport Trading Cooperation)
FynnMcScrap ( Junker / Foreman for T&T/ Tinkers Haven)
Fortinbras ( Miner / Fighter , BMF / FortiSec )
Officer William E. Barnikel ( Junior Constable /BPA )
< planned to come :> Marikiku , Golden Chrysanthemum Asassin
*
The table had been reserved , and the waiter knew that it could be a long night.
Not for the first time they met here, at the Penny Bar as the Zoner who covered his wage and generally topped it generously insisted on calling the watering hole.
So far they were easy guests, even if they usually hindered the cleaning staff in their work early in the morning shift. Quite a gathering, and usually they made no trouble. The new table and the rest of the furiture damaged in that squabble with the two Pilots last month had been accounted for right the next morning, and the girls had never complained about one of them.
Smiling professionaly he finished his round serving the drinks , happy that Flinx had advised him on the preferences of the lot.
He wouldn´t have managed to serve the right beverages without the warning. Trans- Sirius, ha ! Never be surprised with this lot.
*
Flinx looked around at his Brothers, remembering the time they had all met at the Freeport Orphanage. Remembering the dire times in wich they had to flee to another Freeport, or the times they had no protector, no money... no place to live.
They had managed, and they had prospered.
Even if there where still a few of the old group missing, and even if at least one of them had taken the last voyage to the middle of a sun in his coffin.
But after he himselfe had earned his first ship he had always somhow managed to keep an eye on his jounger friends. To send them enough money to get started themselves. And to meet them once in a while. He was happy that most of them kept in touch with him. After all... he felt responsible for them.
He smiled, waching Venturer and Fortinbras arguing about the value of some mining machinery. Wached Fynn speaking with his nearly-namesake Finn about local politics and the extend in wich this or that trade treaty or embargo affected the prices of escort and bounty jobs. And the smuggling routs.
Venturer. Still the oldest of the lot after himself. Small and always alert . Always seeming to expect Trouble and often right about it.
Fortinbras. Broad chested and sholdered, and always some oil somewhere. Hard to believe that this hulk of a man was the best light and medium Fighter Pilot of the Group. Even if he spent much of his time caring for his Hegemon.
Finn. The little pot belly seemd to indicate that he was experiencing good times.
And his friendship with certain civilian Investors had opened the door for some nice Escort and Trade deals. Experienced, calm... and unscrupulous.
And Fynn, as always lean and somehow ... hungry. Respected in the junker community and known to be true to his word.
Brothers. The only family they all knew.
*
( to be continued )