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The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub - Daerune - 08-10-2010
A strange looking teenager walks into the bar, wearing a black light wight long sleeved hooded t-shirt, a pair of long black light wight jeans, a pair of black leather gloves covering his hands along with black shoes and a heavy looking military style bag, with two pistols strapped to each thigh along with the last item being a strange metal band around his wrist, he would seemed overly relaxed as he walks in picking out a table on his own and just peering out as if to check the on goings, he had only been here once and that was back then of a time he would rather keep forgetting. he did his best to stay unnoticed as he uses a old rundown PDA device and the guns concealed by a shirt, but a trained eye could pick them out
The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub - Tomtomrawr - 08-10-2010
Roger walked into the pub and casually glanced around. He grinned as old memories came back to him. Of victory celebrations in this very room. Of sitting quietly with a Sidewinder Fang in one hand and a Bounty Hunter's identification card in the other. Stolen, of course. Like a medal to prove his worth, he always kept the ID of the Bounty Hunter Ace in his back pocket. Back when he was a Rogue.
The few times he managed to visit Alcatraz were even more meaningfull. Especially when he got to pirate some on the nearby lanes. He had been a Rogue for thirty years but for the last twenty of it he had been in the Cassini Guard. So he rarely got out of that radioactive hell-hole. But he was always a good shot with a Snack.
He hadn't brought the Artificial Sunset to Alcatraz, instead choosing his Roc. He never flew the old Barghest anymore. Turned out the Roc was a much better ship for Snacking fighters in the face. So the Artificial Sunset was simply sitting in Freeport One, taking up space. He considered giving it back to the Rogues, so some new pilot could have his fun. But he didn't want to yet.
He walked toward the standing bar. The bartender, a wizened eighty-year old who Roger knew could serve up a mean Fang, stared at him for a few seconds in silence. Then he finally opened his mouth to speak. His voice almost sounded rusty, like there was an obstacle course of loose throat for his voice to get past before it finally left his mouth.
''ey, I ain't seen you in 'ere for fourteen years. What's your name?'
'Claymore, Roger.'
Roger could see the man lose his interest in the events in the pub as he searched his memory for any mention of that name. Finally, he stared back at Roger.
'Oh yeah. I've been hearing stuff on the neural net about you. You've been in a lot of trouble down south, 'avne't ya?'
Roger grinned back at him. 'It's the way I like. Ain't got many friends down in tha Omegas. But when ya profits are in tha 'undreds o' millions, ya don't need many friends. Course I still got some fans.' He chuckled.
'I saw that open transmission you made about that scamming of the Junkers. At least you've got the guts to piss on the Junkers shoes 'n not care about the consiquences. Now, what can I get ya?'
'Sidewinder Fang. Strong as you can make it. I was at tha Beast's Belly a few days ago, but I'm sure your drinks are much stronger than tha ones there.'
He watched as the bartender created the concoction and gave it to him. He took a swig. Strong as the backbone of a battleship. Just the way he liked it. He told the bartender he'd have a large steak aswell and took his drink to sit down at a table with. Stared around at the other people in the bar. Didn't recognise any, but a lot could change since he left.
He'd only left the Rogues a few months ago to make his own fortune, but it'd been fourteen years since he'd visited the Alcatraz pub. Fourteen years. Nothing had changed. But he wasn't there for a particularly social visit, although he always liked to pop on by to any nearby station and get a decent bite to eat. He was actually hoping to get to talk to some high-up Rogue leader.
He wondered if anybody would recognise him. He wondered if anybody would care. He wasn't going to approach a high-up Rogue. He was curious if that high-up Rogue would approach him. Because he had a plan that would make them all very, very rich. Nothing compared to the money he had made now. A real operation.
The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub - Kazinsal - 08-10-2010
Kane sliced into his steak and removed a piece. He put it in his mouth and chewed. It was hot right through, as the bartender had said. He smiled. Good food at last, he thought silently. He rolled the piece of meat around on his tongue before chewing more and swallowing it. He took another few bites from it before stopping and looking at Lavinia.
"I have a question," he said. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you so... afraid... of people and things out here?"
Well, damn, Kane, that was a stupid question... I already know the answer...
The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub - Tomtomrawr - 08-10-2010
Roger watched the teenager walk into the bar, and something in his mind clicked. That kid had been at the Beast's Belly aswell! What was he doing? There was too much of a coincidence for them both to wind up in the same room again so soon. What was the kid doing then? Stalking him? Hunting him? He'd been very quiet in the Beast's Belly Bar, but he could have just been watching Roger. Making mental notes.
He took another swig of his Sidewinder Fang, making sure to turn to check on the kid every once in a while. He was even wearing the same clothes, with the same concealed weapons. Littl' bugga.
The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub - Osilon - 08-10-2010
Lavinia paused for a moment, and put down the utensils, swallowing the chunk of meat she was chewing at the moment. reaching over to the armor on her upper right arm, she twisted the armplate, keeping her arm straight and pulling down the entire arm's length of plated armor, to reveal a large scar that parted her fur, stretching from her shoulder almost to her elbow.
"This...this happened the first time I showed someone outside the hackers what I was. He attacked me with a plasma pistol, and it cut through my arm..." She suddenly fell silent, sliding the armor back onto her arm and locked it back into place, picking up the knife and fork and eating another piece of her steak.
The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub - Daerune - 08-10-2010
Christopher as if sensing each time Roger looked at him he would look back starring into his eyes, he looked slightly intimidating and had the look that you knew that the person was dangerous enough after a while he grew sick of the constant looking and made the signal that he was watching him moving his two fingers from his eyes to Rogers, despite how roger looked the kid didn't care about being offensive being one of the few things he enjoyed which was making peoples skin crawl and being annoying. he could be refined when he wanted to be and at the same time he could make even a priest scream insults and cause words.
The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub - Kazinsal - 08-10-2010
Kane put down his fork and knife, and his jaw dropped. "Oh... my god..." he said, putting his hands flat on the table, palms facing downwards. "I'm so sorry, I had no idea..."
He looked at Lavinia, and began to understand so much more than before.
The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub - Osilon - 08-10-2010
Lavinia shook her head, grimacing slightly.
"N-no...not..not your fault, you didn't know..."
She prodded at the steak with her fork, seemingly caught up in memories.
The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub - ryeguy146 - 08-10-2010
Clif was slightly sloshed at this point in time. Yes, sloshed was the word. He had finished his port and walked towards the bar to order another and openly started at the two new faces at the bar. Four newcomers in one night? What was going on? Clif didn't like surprises, especially when he knew that someone was out to kill him. His side itched for a pistol, or his trusty-rusty shiv, at least, but he had long since stopped bringing them with him on his visits. Usually, only the usuals occupied the bar. But not today.
The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub - Tomtomrawr - 08-10-2010
Roger decided against blasting the kid away. Would cause too much trouble. Beside, he didn't want to ruin the atmosphere with the smell of splattered brains and burnt gunpowder. He preferred ballistic weapons. Less parts could fail. He decided that once someone had come to talk with him, or he got bored, he would move over to talk to the kid. He was probably a mercenary or something.
His steak arrived, and his stomach suddenly growled. He grinned wolfishly, cut the first piece of, and picked it up with his fork. Placed it in his mouth, and groaned slightly in delight. The steak was just as he remembered it, fourteen years ago.