04-17-2020, 05:40 PM
The bar door opens and a shady figure enters , not tall but ... big built . A dirty warn off coat is spreading brown particles of dust arround while a hood keeps his face in the dark ,a huge cuban is smoking in his mouth emmiting a dim light to the dark veil the stranger calls a face , others look at the stranger in a kinda snoby and disturbed way due to his appearance ...
After making a slow but clear sweep around , the stranger takes a strong puff and those close enough barely notice an evil smile in the shade.
A moment of awkward silence follows as the stranger locks his gaze at one of the habitues of the bar with his back at the door chatting with the barman.As he moves towards him he reaches for his front coat pocket taking out a small piece of a shinny metal that he slaps on the bar right next to the guy's drink , in a clearly provoking way , every one starts to button up for a fight or a fast get the hell out situation ... The guy who is noone else but the director of the BMF company turns to face the stranger waving to the bodyguards to stand down as they already were almost on the stranger ... The hood goes of and a bearded old fart smilling , goes "Dylan you dusty asteroid hunter , seems you lost a bet and i get a drink for free , unless you forgot ..."
Dylan smiles and hit the guy in the solder giving him a hug , looking surprized waving to the barman with two fingers ...
"Anndra what happed we had you for gone man"
"Me too , me too .."and the story goes like that ..
"Well i was on my way to scout the omicrons as we discussed , mission was going smooth i made my way to the deep far system of Omicron Delta . There is a freeport there , freeport 11 , i settled there for a couple of days to make some connections with the locals. After going around a bit i managed to meet a Zoner who was doing some short trading runs around and we agreed to give him a hand with his cargo hauling stuff.I soon found out he was dealing with both Order and Core suppling the first and trading with the other.Made me worry a bit but i kept a low profile hiding my true identity . Then one day i found out that the rumors are not rumors... As we were flying to the next system Omicron Mu i saw the Zoner jumping like he saw the Devil , you know ? Well he did saw the devil , short range scanners were picking a strange reading , and then a blue glowing ship or .. more like creature passed us and dissapeared from our eyes .. Nomads !! he shouted , as we made a run for the closest jump hole we got attacked and the ship was blown next think i remember i woke up in an Order ship that was out hunting Nomads , and things got really south after that , at least for a while ... The first couple of months i spent in an Order ship's brig , interrogated but nothing bad just psycological pressure no physical tortures that i was afraid was on the menu .. The guys are rogue military , and they still have the military ways , so finally they started using drugs to extract information about who i was and what a Bretonian was doing at the Omicrons ... somehow they knew i was Bretonian.. Somehow i don't know how i managed to hold the critical details to myself then they got one thing for sure that i was not any threat to their cause so they released me at freeport 11 , broke and stranger in a strange station never found out what happened to the Zoner by the way .. So i was marooned at freeport 11 that time i made all kind of jobs not all clean ...and had some dealings with the Core too , smuggling stuff around as a freelancer , that got me the money to get back with valuable information , contacts and knowledge of that corner of space. I have been to the Nomads home world once can you believe it man ?...but this is another story to tell i'll put everything in my classified report "
"And why did you not call all this time? You could make an encrypted comm"
"I could but the paramilitary groups there are monitoring everything , i couldn't risk it , mission was always in stake ,,,"
They both roze their drinks , clink , sip and they continue to talk like old friends ....
After making a slow but clear sweep around , the stranger takes a strong puff and those close enough barely notice an evil smile in the shade.
A moment of awkward silence follows as the stranger locks his gaze at one of the habitues of the bar with his back at the door chatting with the barman.As he moves towards him he reaches for his front coat pocket taking out a small piece of a shinny metal that he slaps on the bar right next to the guy's drink , in a clearly provoking way , every one starts to button up for a fight or a fast get the hell out situation ... The guy who is noone else but the director of the BMF company turns to face the stranger waving to the bodyguards to stand down as they already were almost on the stranger ... The hood goes of and a bearded old fart smilling , goes "Dylan you dusty asteroid hunter , seems you lost a bet and i get a drink for free , unless you forgot ..."
Dylan smiles and hit the guy in the solder giving him a hug , looking surprized waving to the barman with two fingers ...
"Anndra what happed we had you for gone man"
"Me too , me too .."and the story goes like that ..
"Well i was on my way to scout the omicrons as we discussed , mission was going smooth i made my way to the deep far system of Omicron Delta . There is a freeport there , freeport 11 , i settled there for a couple of days to make some connections with the locals. After going around a bit i managed to meet a Zoner who was doing some short trading runs around and we agreed to give him a hand with his cargo hauling stuff.I soon found out he was dealing with both Order and Core suppling the first and trading with the other.Made me worry a bit but i kept a low profile hiding my true identity . Then one day i found out that the rumors are not rumors... As we were flying to the next system Omicron Mu i saw the Zoner jumping like he saw the Devil , you know ? Well he did saw the devil , short range scanners were picking a strange reading , and then a blue glowing ship or .. more like creature passed us and dissapeared from our eyes .. Nomads !! he shouted , as we made a run for the closest jump hole we got attacked and the ship was blown next think i remember i woke up in an Order ship that was out hunting Nomads , and things got really south after that , at least for a while ... The first couple of months i spent in an Order ship's brig , interrogated but nothing bad just psycological pressure no physical tortures that i was afraid was on the menu .. The guys are rogue military , and they still have the military ways , so finally they started using drugs to extract information about who i was and what a Bretonian was doing at the Omicrons ... somehow they knew i was Bretonian.. Somehow i don't know how i managed to hold the critical details to myself then they got one thing for sure that i was not any threat to their cause so they released me at freeport 11 , broke and stranger in a strange station never found out what happened to the Zoner by the way .. So i was marooned at freeport 11 that time i made all kind of jobs not all clean ...and had some dealings with the Core too , smuggling stuff around as a freelancer , that got me the money to get back with valuable information , contacts and knowledge of that corner of space. I have been to the Nomads home world once can you believe it man ?...but this is another story to tell i'll put everything in my classified report "
"And why did you not call all this time? You could make an encrypted comm"
"I could but the paramilitary groups there are monitoring everything , i couldn't risk it , mission was always in stake ,,,"
They both roze their drinks , clink , sip and they continue to talk like old friends ....