07-21-2011, 01:21 AM
Much of the time, Freeport 6 was a quiet place, being that stop over for the passing trader, the hungry hunter or the Outcasts looking for repair. Whatever the case, all weapons were checked at the door...NO EXCEPTIONS.
It wasn't uncommon for to see an Outcasts playing Poker against a Bounty Hunter. They may have hated each other in space but they certainly didn't mind taking credits from the other!
The base staff was an odd lot, finding the solace and quiet of Tau 29 an ideal place for their race to hide. The base commander, Matok, was an aging warrior but still commanded a fearsome presence at just over seven feet tall.
Still, few dare discuss his age around him as he still could fight with the best of him. The difference was his wisdom. He knew when to and when not to fight with experience being his guide. An ugly past was that wisdom. Make no mistake, honor was greater than life itself!
He walked through his cafe frequently, so named for the quiet atmosphere that was presented. For those who had a need to fight, an adjacent training area was set aside......medical care was there own problem, not the bases!! Matok would get many respectful nods from all present. Those who didn't usually kept to themselves.
The bartender was a Zoner. He was quick with a tip, a bribe and served just about anything you could think of. If he didn't have it or know how, he wasn't afraid to make something new.
While Matok ran the base, his right hand man was a very rugged Zoner human who operated as security chief. Blaine Chara was a foot soldier by profession, a former mercenary who much preferred a straight hand-to-hand fight to flying a ship.
He answered ONLY to Matok himself and often ran the station in his absence.
For the time, the two men sat discussing recent events over a drink at a table where no one would miss them.
It wasn't uncommon for to see an Outcasts playing Poker against a Bounty Hunter. They may have hated each other in space but they certainly didn't mind taking credits from the other!
The base staff was an odd lot, finding the solace and quiet of Tau 29 an ideal place for their race to hide. The base commander, Matok, was an aging warrior but still commanded a fearsome presence at just over seven feet tall.
Still, few dare discuss his age around him as he still could fight with the best of him. The difference was his wisdom. He knew when to and when not to fight with experience being his guide. An ugly past was that wisdom. Make no mistake, honor was greater than life itself!
He walked through his cafe frequently, so named for the quiet atmosphere that was presented. For those who had a need to fight, an adjacent training area was set aside......medical care was there own problem, not the bases!! Matok would get many respectful nods from all present. Those who didn't usually kept to themselves.
The bartender was a Zoner. He was quick with a tip, a bribe and served just about anything you could think of. If he didn't have it or know how, he wasn't afraid to make something new.
While Matok ran the base, his right hand man was a very rugged Zoner human who operated as security chief. Blaine Chara was a foot soldier by profession, a former mercenary who much preferred a straight hand-to-hand fight to flying a ship.
He answered ONLY to Matok himself and often ran the station in his absence.
For the time, the two men sat discussing recent events over a drink at a table where no one would miss them.