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Ouray Inn (iRP) - Python 72 - 08-24-2011
Rob walked through the door into the bar. It was its usual rowdy self, with the drunken shenanigans and random fights. This time he didn't feel so much of an outsider. He was becoming one of them,m part of the team.
And now it was time to relax after his fight. Moving to the bartender, he enguired about that free round.
'Here you go son, and the boss already specified the drink of choice.'
'Oh dear, what am I going to be getting smashed on tonight?'
'Mother finest, sonny!'
Rob picked up his first drink, and moved to join in with the festivities, looking for Jonathan to thank him.
Ouray Inn (iRP) - Tubalcaine - 09-09-2011
The first thing to hit him was the somehow the smell... and it hit him like a punch in the face.
'Smells like home' he chuckled to himself as his scanners picked up Ouray Base.
The next thing was the noise, but he was getting used to it all. Smashing glass, breaking furniture, and cusses and swears beyond recognition (some he could have sworn were made up on the spot). He braced himself as the doors slid open.
James Morgan reflexively hit the deck as the 'woosh' of smoke and booze followed a flying empty bottle out of the doorway towards him. Picking himself up, the young pilot with a chip on his shoulder crunched through the broken glass into the bar on Ouray, unconsciously stroking the fading scar on his head where the bottle had hit him on his first night.
Outside of a few drunken ramblings from unintelligible pilots and station hands he didn't get much interaction as he carefully stepped up to the bar, intent on getting something to settle his nerves after getting his first logged act of vengeance on the criminal foreign pests that had cost his family their livelihood. He didn't know many pilots on the station, but one figure in the corner stuck out; mainly because he had missed him at first glance. If he hadn't been so shaky from the fight, he probably wouldn't have noticed him the second time either.
He didn't quite fit in. Not right now anyway. The more James looked the more this man unbalanced him. Amidst the whirling maelstrom of fists and broken bottles that the bar always was he was sat in the corner, silent, swirling a golden drink in a small glass in one hand, the other tucked in his pocket, with three fingers hanging out. His head was down, with his face obscured by a hat. A faint glow illuminated what lay underneath, as a slow stream of smoke snaked out from underneath. Of all things, he was wearing a suit. It looked dirty, like everything in this place, and he could see the brown splatters of faded blood here and there, but it was a suit none the less.
He almost looked wealthy- at least compared to some others in the bar. 'One of those shady Corporate Trader guys here to cut a deal?' James whispered to himself in thought.
'Nahh' He thought. If he was, he wouldn't be sat on a barstool that was at least 65% duct tape.
James eased his eyes and thoughts away from this shadowman, and decided to think about something significantly more delicious, and assumedly colder. He leaned onto the bar, careful to avoid the darker patches of the stained material and caught the bartenders' eye.
The Bartender was probably the guy James new best on the station after his limited time; although being best pals with the bartender was hardly an astonishing feat on a Xeno base. He hobbled over to James, alert in one eye and the other contorted into what looked like the remains of some would-be grin or constipation. James couldn't be bothered to guess which.
'Morgaaan!' He said. 'The fresh meat! The young blood who shot down three navey pilots over Denver!' He smiled a near-toothless grin, and James almost fell unconscious from a puff of his breath. The man's skin had never known the cleansing touch of soap in all his years. 'Not dead yet?' He said darkly, still grinning. 'How's that liver holding up?' James retorted, trying to stay upright. 'A darn sight better than yers will be in thirty years!' He was quick, despite his inebriation. It took James more time to decipher his awkward and indeterminate accent than it did for him to shoot back.
'So what can ahh get yer?' He shouted over the din of the several ignored barfights. 'Sidewinder fang thanks' James said, as the barkeep 'cleaned' a glass with a rag that just looked like it had singlehandedly serviced a bomber. 'Good one, haha!' He laughed. 'Diamond glass, right? Hahaha!'
'Very funny... fine get me whatever' James said with a sigh. He would have been happy with anything. 'And while you're at it...' The bartender turned back to him. '... who's the fella in the corner?'
'Ahh...' His voice took on a much more husky, gravelly tone as he did his best to pipe down. He gargled in the back of his throat as he wiped the glass with the rag, and spit a wad of gunk toward the glass. It was a close miss; a wodge of thick ooze splattered onto the bar. He ignored it and kept wiping the glass. James wrestled the terrified look from his face and muttered to himself. 'Well... explains the stains I suppose'. That squint couldn't be helping his coordination. The bartender leaned in closer, as the look of pain on his face faded from the grin, and leaned more towards constipation. 'That's Tubalcaine' The barkeep said. He was answered by the look of total apathy and lack of interest on James' face. 'Diamondback; he was a pilot with the XA fer a while, since the early days. Top-notch guy but... never seemed ter be like most here, it's pretty obvious though. Damn valuable asset anyway... genuine single-minded crusader'. James' reply was little more than a stare that told the bartender he was still waiting to be interested. 'So there he is at the early days of the XA, it's all goin' great and he makes a few key hits with the team, real good stuff. Then, out of nowhere, he vanishes. Tells no-one. Not even high command. Nobody. No message, no nothing. One of our boys swore he saw him siphoning his eagle fuel into a glass with a vacant drunken look on his face, but you know how it gets around here...'
'Ah huh'. James knew 'how it got around here' after about three days of calling Ouray home, but somehow the whole thing didn't sound right. James leaned in, trying his best to dodge what he perceived to be the visual incarnation of the bartenders stench. 'So how long was he gone? Where?'
'Years.' Croaked the old barkeep. 'It's been years. He hasn't really said much since he got here. I reckon he's gonna' work out who's in charge now and talk to 'em after a drink or two, he got in a little before you did. Never thought I'd see the guy again.'
'So... what happened?' James was close enough to see the man's left eye now. He was just squinting for the sake of it, the eye was intact. 'Old fool' James laughed to himself. James saw his eyes dart from side to side; making sure the drunken hurricane of fists and drunken insults was still swirling around the bar. The bartender leaned in even closer. 'Rumour is he went after the head honcho. The big cheese. Ol' Diamond always had a score to settle with the Liberty Navy: I heard he took on the head admiral.'
'Christ' James whispered.
'Yeah' The barkeep chuckled. 'He hooked up a phony distress signal and waited until the Head Admiral was in the system. When he arrived, he hit the button and sent out a message saying an invasion fleet had come out of nowhere over Pittsburgh'. James looked puzzled.
'Why Pittsbur-'
'So then...' Interrupted the bartender, '... There's ol' Diamondback sat in his Eagle, with the Liberty Navy pouring out of the tradelane. He sat there, as gunboats, cruisers, and dreadnoughts aplenty spewed out, and top navy fighters swarmed around them! Finally, after the bulk of his fleet, the Liberty Navy Head Admiral came out of the lane in a mighty battleship. Seeing no invasion battlefleet, just a lone Xeno fighter sat in space above Pittsburgh, the Dreadnoughts bore down on Tubalcaine, their fearsome battlecry of 'ENGAGING XENO!' echoing across the comms.'
'Heh heh', the old bartender chuckled. 'Tubalcaine tore them to pieces. Dreadnought after dreadnought fell like confetti. He tore them all to shreds. The smarter fighters and gunboats turned tail back to Manhattan while they still could.'
'And then?' James whispered, his mouth agape with awe.
The bartender smiled his crooked grin. 'It was the Admiral, sat in his battleship. Alone. His entire elite guard fleeing or floating'
'Wow...' James said without thinking.
'Tubalcaine turned his eagle back to the Admiral, and said... 'You're going down like the hygiene on Ouray!''
James raised an eyebrow, his mouth still hanging slightly open, and paused for a while. 'He really said that?'
The bartender ignored it. 'He flew straight at the battleship, tearing up space, pushing his Eagle to limits nobody ever knew it had. As he passed the prow he killed the engines, and floated past, angled down, tearing up the hull with his guns! The Admiral never stood a chance: The Coward bailed from his exploding ship as Diamondback flew away from the damage radius, triumphant. What he didn't see, was the cowardly Admirals' last trick! The escape pod blasted from the surface of the dying battleship, and BAM!' He slammed his fist into his palm, making James jump a mile. 'Slammed into his rear! His engines were toast, and the Admiral escaped!'
'So next thing he knows, he's spinnin' outta' control like, and he's heading straight for Maine!' The bartender had gone as far as re-enacting the scene out with one palm 'flying' towards his fist in a haphazard manner. Maybe he had worked behind the bar a little too long, James thought to himself. 'Then, 'PWARSCHSHCHSCH!' Ol' Diamondback ploughs into the surface of Maine, crash land, yahoo! They say yer can see it from SPACE!'
James didn't say a word.
'So there he is, climbing out of the wreckage in his life support suit, bleedin' above his left eye 'nd all that... and he starts pullin' apart what's left of his ship. I don't know about the rest, but they say he managed to reach Pittsburgh from Maine with nothing but what he salvaged from his Eagle... two empty glass jars, and a roll of duct tape...'
James sat there, dumbfounded, not even noticing the drink this man had poured while he was explaining what had happened. 'My... oh... what...?' he uttered.
'Yeah!' The bartender growled, gargling in the back of his throat, preparing to 'clean' another glass. 'That's what they're sayin'.' He seemed to be squinting even harder.
' A' course, that's not what he told me.' He dropped casually as he pulled out another glass.
The look of wonder on James' face fell like an anvil as it turned into the expression of a man who has just realised he has kissed goodbye to five precious minutes he will never see again. 'That's not what who told you?' He said in an apprehensive, but resigned voice.
'Tubalcaine' He hocked another mouthful of spit into a perfectly clean glass, before rubbing it furiously. 'Told me he was travellin''.
James blinked. The 'truth' was almost more outlandish than the fiction. 'He was on vacation? I didn't think our pilots went 'travelling'!' The rookie turned around on his wonky barstool to see an empty chair with an extinguished cigarette in an empty glass. As his eyes strained to make out the fast-fading trail of smoke snaking out the bar door, James had a feeling this wasn't the last time he'd see Tubalcaine sat in the corner of Ouray Inn. He got up and started out the door, after the strange pilot. Within three seconds a hand from nowhere had grabbed James by the collar and pulled him into a bar brawl.
Tubalcaine closed the bar door. 'Just how I left you', he said, as he turned tail and walked up to Ouray Administration.
Ouray Inn (iRP) - Tales23 - 12-05-2011
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A small proximity alert turns on as an unidentified vessel approaches Ouray, as the auto-turrets lock on a transmission is sent from the vessel.
"This is Indigo, confirmation code One-Charlie-Delta-Three-Bravo... Requesting permission to dock."
Her voice was calm even though she had no idea if her code would still work, it had been months since she had been captured and the news would have probably had the code erased, but she had no where else to turn.
"I repeat this is Indigo, I was captured but recently escaped..."
She sighed as she got ready to pull the stolen shuttle into a dive, should they attempt to blow her out of the sky.
"This is Ouray." A male voice replied, "Your late..."
She couldn't help but smile as she heard the voice over the comm, "Is that you Henry, I didn't think you'd still be stuck operating the comm all this time." She heard a soft chuckle over the comm. "Well someone has to keep an ear out for a pilot who owes a certain someone a few drinks at the Inn, don't think your going to get out of the drinks you owe me that easily."
She laughed, "Well hurry up and clear the bay so I can land, and I'll get you your damn drink. Hell I could use one too. Two months aboard a Prison Ship is hell, didn't think I'd be experiencing that again, let alone breaking out of one again."
He laughed in return. "Bay two is open to you, and perhaps you'll have to tell me how you managed to break out this time."
"I will... But later, first I need to get cleaned up."
As Bay Two opened up for her shuttle, she moved in to land. "I'll see you there after my shift."
Landing the ship, she nodded to herself. "See you then, Henry."
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A few hours later at the Inn, Allison had finished cleaning herself up in one of the guest quarters of the Inn and had left to find a seat at the Bar. "What'll ya have?" The large Bartender asked her as she sat down. "Something strong." She replied, placing a few credits down that she earned from selling what was in the Stolen Shuttle. As her drink arrived, she leaned against the bar and enjoyed her new freedom back at home.
Ouray Inn (iRP) - Tales23 - 12-12-2011
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Indigo enters the the bar, a large smile on her face as she walks up to the barkeep. "Give me something strong, I feel like celebrating." The woman smiled back at her, wiping clean a glass before pouring some contents into it and sliding it in front of Indigo. "Good hunting?" Indigo nodded, "You could say that, caught some foreign pirate in New York and turned him into space dust. And turned back a Kusari Transport after forcing the poor bugger to eject his cargo."
The Bartender frowned slightly. "Why didn't you just blast him, he'll be back along with more of his filthy kind?"
Indigo eyed the Bartender, silent for a moment before answering. "Well, when he comes back... Which he might do I'll be here ready to blast him and his friends to pieces, and in the end it will have been more foreign goods wasted trying to enter Liberty." She laughed, taking down the drink in one gulp before placing a few credit chips down and leaving.
//Good night's hunt, better then the other day.... Sorry again for sucking so bad Tanker & Goron. :(
Ouray Inn (iRP) - themikeruler - 12-31-2011
Roland Johnson slowly opened the door to the bar, to be welcomed by his fellow crew mates, and several friends. The ambient lighting was a plus, as Roland had a tough day. He took a corner seat on the bar.
"What's got ya down?" asked the bartender of that hour, with an English accent.
"You've probably heard this one before. Girls."
"Ah. What's the problem this time?"
Roland took a deep breath before going into detail.
"I just can't get over this one girl... she and I worked in the Navy together, we piloted a Cupholder together."
"Ah so you were one of them."
"You got it. Anyway, she knew what I was going to do before I left. She admitted that she had feelings for me, as I did for her. But no matter how much I tried later, she didn't want to join the Xenos. She didn't want to die. And that..... that. Created the argument. It got loud enough that an entire section of the hanger we were in was able to overhear us, and that arose questions."
"So how'd ya take that one?"
"I was born with the gift to BS..." *Roland laughs* "They ended up thinking we were together, and later just walked away. So she and I both went up into the Cupholder and flew to a spot behind Manhattan, and from there continued our conversation.
We talked for about uh, damn. Hours. That's all i can remember, just hours of back and forth. It wasn't much of an -thanks man, see ya later- of an argument. It began to get calmer, and ended up where she was pleading for me not to leave, but under every circumstance i wanted to. My parents died, ya know? What else I gotta live for. And seeing those innocents.... god. You don't know what it's like to see someone die for no apparent cause."
"I feel ya. My pa died when I was but 12, hence I was raised to become a Xeno. But I was not born for battle, but I had the talent to make some bomb Margaritas.... want one? It's on the house, I got all night for this story."
"Sure, mate. Thanks."
"No problem. Please continue."
"So I'm there, with her, in that ship. And god.... is she beautiful. And to see her cry like that... it's just... it makes my heart go absolutely wild. So as she cried, I embraced her and... it just happened. I kissed her. I can't remember how long it lasted."
"Was it good?"
"My god, Barley. We kissed, not had sex."
"Sorry. Keep going, this is getting quite interesting."
"Anyways... after we kissed, things changed. I saw her in a totally different way... I almost changed my mind about leaving the Navy. But..."
"Here's your Margarita. I tried somethin' new, tell me how it tastes, alright?"
"Alright. So," *Roland takes a sip* "So then she -oh my god this is amazing-" *Roland takes another sip* "She begs me to not leave and to be with her. But I just can't... not even for the most beautiful girl in this god-forsaken universe.... I asked her to come with me. But she said she didn't want to leave... her family lived on Manhattan... and her father was a second-lieutenant in the secondary fleet."
"Damn!"
"I know." *Takes a sip* "And then there was silence. I just kept thinking.... why. Why had fate brought me to this, but made me reach a dead end?"
"Life is a bitch."
"As always. We then flew back to Manhattan, and she took me to her private condo in the city."
"So wait, don't tell me. You two did it?"
"What?"
"You locked legs later that night, am I right?"
"What the.... Dammit Barley, get your mind out of the gutter! .....Yeah we did it."
"Ah-ha! Nice."
"..... Shall I continue?"
"By all means. Here let me fill your glass up."
"So I left in the middle of the night, while she was asleep. I took the ship for a final cruise -oh hey Marcus- final cruise out in space -I'll pass man- before I meant to leave. That's when my life changing event occurred."
"So that one night stand wasn't enough to change your life, your acceptance from a boy to a man?"
"Holy hell, Barley."
"Just sayin'."
"I got a private communication from my squad leader, told me that there was a Rogue base under construction that needed to be taken care of. I proceeded to the coordinates, but instead of a base, there were 3 Lib boats and 2 fighters."
"HOLY SH-"
"They made up some 'You are unauthorized to be here" BS and began to fire at my ship! But then, like a knight in shining armor, the Xenos came, and took those bastards out."
"Long live." *Barley puts his hand to his chest*
"Yeah. That would have been my final night of my life if it weren't for you. Xenos!!!!!!" *Roland raises his Margarita in the air with pride.*
"Xenos!!!!!"
*Roland takes a sip of his drink*
"So wait, what about that girl?"
"Oh yeah. So they let me dock and go into inspection as did my ship and everything before I slept. I woke up later that morning, greeted by some members, and went to my ship, which was being repaired. I missed some relays, so I went to the communication array here. I called [Elizabeth] with my ID, and she answered. She was asking me where I was and where I went, and she noticed the background and the way I was talking. She knew what was up."
"How did she react?"
"Not well. Immediately she starts balling, practically yelling at me over the communication, I had to turn the volume down as I was getting some weird looks from the others. So I try to comfort her as much as I could, but she insists on crying, and ends the call."
"Damn."
"And I haven't spoken to or seen her since."
"I see you, mate. Are you going to try to contact her?"
"Yeah. I'll call her up later.... maybe I'll try to find her in her patrols. As long as she doesn't kill me on sight. I just..... I just really want to see her again."
"I wouldn't doubt that she would even if you weren't hostile to the Navy."
"Pshh, yeah. I'm just going to enjoy my time here in the meantime."
"Alright, Roland, you enjoy your stay here. You're always welcomed in my bar" *Barley winks.*
"Thanks, Barley."
Ouray Inn (iRP) - Tanker - 06-10-2012
Jonathon heads out of his office definately not in a good mood. The days paperwork was tedious and long. His coffee lay forgotten and cold on the desk... And now, there may be one more thing he has to attend to before he can relax with a fresh cup of coffee and a shot of "Mother's Finest".
He can hear the din from the bar before he gets there. At least the pilots can unwind a bit after a flight. Well, at least the ones that make it back..
He enters the bar and notices a man sitting there who definately looks out of place. He chuckles. At least he wasn't a cop. He heads up to the bar and signals the bartender for a shot and a coffee.
"Right away Boss!" he replies.
As the stranger turns to him in awe, Jonathan looks at him as says.."so, I hear ya are looking for me, Well here I am"....
Ouray Inn (iRP) - Werss™ - 06-12-2012
Malcolm was tired and worn out, lacking his sleep and a fair showering, but at the same time was excited in anticipation that DeathAdder will appear somewhere... he wanted to see and talk to him.
Bartender told him that not everybody has the privilege to bother -XA- Boss and that this man has no time to waste of, as usual, but he said that Malcolm is one of the lucky boys at this point.
...at the that moment DeathAdder said: "You got something to tell me man ha? ... you look terrible!"
Malcolm was pretty quiet one minute and then he told him:
"Man, you have no idea how much I am glad that I finally found you."
"I've already explained to your pilots why I wanted to come here at all costs"
"Man If you have a time, I'll began from the start to tell you what happened all in my miserable life..."
Malcolm talked to him about his arduous life, as laborer...
He told him of how he rebelled against the "great lords" who saw only their own gain...
He talked about his time spent in Huntsville Prison...
He told him of how he escaped from there, along with his friend... told him about their feat.
'Adder urged the bartender and told him that bring a stronger drink, because their conversation could be a while till the late hours.
Malcolm continued... He mentioned that his friend Bruce helped him a lot, He told him that how he fled far from Rougues and how his friend died unfortunately.
He said that he barely managed to survive and to arrive here...
Malcolm visibly tired, but he could not stop talking to, adrenaline and anger gave him strength...
"Now you probably wonder, what is the point of this conversation and how many times you already heard about these similar things in your life?!" said Malcolm.
"Well... I'll tell you now the same what I've already told to some of your brave and honest people...
I'd like to join the forces together with your honoured ranks, together to stop this damned nonsense and corruption that prevails all around us. I have seen the anything and everything. I have nothing more to lose. I'm tired and angry of lies and nonsense that surround us, I want to change it at any cost, I would give my life for a better tomorrow man. Well If you don't believe me, kill me man... kill me now or allow me to prove myself. It's up to you."
This was followed by silence...
Ouray Inn (iRP) - Tanker - 07-08-2012
Done with the days paperwork, Jonathon decides to head down to the bar. It has been a while since he went down there just to have a drink. Not to mention that he is out of coffee.
As he walks down the corridors he notices something different. As he gets closer he finally figures out what it is. It's the noise level. As in, there ain't much. This will not do, he thinks.
Jonathon enters the bar and his thoughts are confirmed. Gonna have to do something about this, he thinks.
"Bartender! A shot of "Mother's Finest" and a cup of coffee. Be prepared to get busy." Jonathon says.
With that said, Jonathon walks over to the old jukebox and selects a song. It is time to liven up this place.
And the Jukebox plays:
Xenos ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than silver or gold.
Liberty belt buckles and old faded duct tape,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just fly away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
Don't let 'em drink moonshine or fly them old Eagles.
Let 'em be Miners and pilots and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Xenos like smokey old bar rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
Do things to make you think he's right.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
Don't let 'em pick banjos or fly them old eagles.
Let 'em be Miners and pilots and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Ouray Inn (iRP) - Silekar - 07-09-2012
Finally having returned to Ouray after repairing his mangled bomber at the Ames, Silekar went to get some sleep, but thoughts of that lone nomad who shadowed him earlier kept him wide awake. With a final punch to the pillow, he got up and started wandering around Ouray.
As he neared the bar, "Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos" floated down the corridor toward him. Well, someone must be up late tonight, he thought. Changing course, he entered the bar, and saw Jonathon amidst a few other Xenos, all of them having a good time. He walked up to the bar, ordered some of "Father's Finest" and joined the group, drinking and chatting.
Ouray Inn (iRP) - shemkel - 08-07-2012
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Ronnie enters the Ouray Inn with some unknown, woman besides him.
With short black hair, smooth skin and being short herself, she contrasts with Lancehead: tall man with many scars on his face.
Some eyes are following them but people seems to be more interested in their glasses and stories.
He walks towards the bar encouraging his companion to follow him.
"Have you seen Adder?" He asks the bartender. "Yea, he's in the rear. You want a bottle?"
"Yeah, and three glasses" Ronnie answers as they walk to the room behind the bar.
As they enter the back room, Ronnie looks around for a moment. "Mhm... Seems that Jonathon had to take a leak... let's have a seat and open this bottle... He will surely show up in a sec."