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Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - minuit - 08-25-2010
Agent Scott Robinson entered the bar wearing a long jacket, understandable due to the nearly foot-long scar covering his right arm. He went up to the bar and asked for a glass of water with no ice, and then went to an empty table, hoping to get some peace and quiet since his injury. He began to fill out a large stack of papers, most of them dealing with reacquisition of his flying permits and return to active service. He then pulled out a packet containing things from the LSF he may have forgotten and new policies and protocols. He then was able to enjoy his first peaceful night in nearly four months...
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - RmJ - 08-25-2010
Oro'Lemus LSF top test pilot under Dr. Jericho Wilkin's Department (R&D) finally receives time off. Not stop training and not having much contact with others besides doctors and technical engineers has left him a bit zoned out. He watches people come and go he seemed to not be attached to emotions or thoughts about these people. He didn't even really felt like sitting down. It wasn't really so much as a stress it was more just not caring enough to waste time being social. He was more focused on the prototype fighter. And improving his stats. He scans the room filled with clinging and clanging chit chatter and laughter and spots Julia working; "Alone as always" he thought.
With no more intentions then to show his respects he offers to by Julia a drink. Julia reading to much into it rejects the offer. Oro'Lemus not really put off just figured everyone has their own ways of blowing off steam. Nothing against her nothing at all. He rather admires her strength and sense of duty.
Alas despite not being social it has not derailed the quest for food. Really food red meats. He requests a menu and sits at the most out of sight and out of mind location of the bar, which is in the back, and awaits to order.........
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Catbert - 08-28-2010
Some time has passed since O'Connor visited the bar for the last time. The job doesn't give much time to relax, however the bar seems a good place to deal with some paperwork while having a drink. Norman orders a drink (Liberty Ale this time) and goes to his favourite table in the corner.
Things have changed since his last visit. He's no longer AiT, after all. Now he got used to his assignments: dealing with spies, trespassers and sometimes with hostage situations, intelligence gathering, etc. Some fights on the simulators installed at New-Heaven station were really helpful. At least one Liberty Rogue who attempted to demand ransom for a dozen of hostages experienced that himself.
Since everyone seems busy or obsessed with their own thoughts, Norman simply sits at his favourite spot and enjoys the drink.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - TheJarl - 08-28-2010
//May LCBO members also use this? I know I should've PMed this question, however when I tried to sent a message to Zigeris it said it wasn't possible because either he turned Personal Messages off, or his inbox was full.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - TheJarl - 08-28-2010
//Double post srry
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - TheJarl - 08-30-2010
A large shock goes through the station as Tharog's sighter crashes into the docking bay with one wing burning. A few minutes later the LCBO Assisstant Director arrives in full uniform, in the Bar and Grill. How he managed to switch clothes so fast is a mystery. As he walks in, he looks a around a bit at the people already sitting there. He goes to the bar.
"One Liberty ale, please" He asks politely
"Of course, sir" the Bartender answers in return
*The bartender hands over the drink*
"Haven't seen you here before. You got a fancy uniform though, how come?" The bartender asks.
On which Tharog answers "I'm a member of the LCBO, it's only since recentely that we had anything to do here. Before we did fine with our headquarters on Manhattan. But we're growing and we are planning on moving our recruitement office here. That and of course the fact that I've heard about the amazing Bar and Grill they are suppossed to have here" Tharog chuckles and drinks a bit. "So lemme see if you truly are so good. Bring me the menu over there" Tharog points to a table and moves to there.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - minuit - 09-26-2010
The bar was quiet as the now-Supervisory Agent Robinson walked in. The past weeks had been busy for him, with the Training division being restructured and placed under his command. Accompanying Robinson was the usual stack of paperwork, including the applications of new agents, which were to be moved to Alert to begin their training immediately.
A year before, Robinson was a Navy fighter combat instructor, far away from any sort of fighting. Several ace pilots had come from the land-based training wing he headed.
At this point, Robinson appeared to be preparing a holographic presentation on his lap-top computer. He was rendering a diagram of an Avenger fighter, with technical specifications included. This job was due in no small part to the Avenger being Scott's new baby.
Scott was definitely not in the same shape he was after his return. He had near complete use of his right arm back, and his piloting skill (he still flew right-handed) was just as good, if not better, than before. His excellent physical condition was also returning to him. Needless to say, Robinson had fully recovered.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - TheJarl - 09-26-2010
An angry Tharog walks into the bar.
"Grounding tha Frozen Star!! Those idiots!"
Tharog walks to the bar.
"Give me some good Liberty Ale!"
After he got his drink he sat down next to some LSF agent.
"Can ye believe this? I'm a diplomat, I was doing my job trying tae find a peaceful solution, not only did they just ignore my attempts, they also punished me fer it! My beautiful Frozen Star, is 'under investigation fer cooperation wi' a rogue'!"
The angry LCBO prominent got to the station on board a transport, they at least allowed him travel a bit, under heavy guard, but still. His fighter was at Fort Bush so he couldn't escape anyway. And even if he could escape he wouldn't, because it wouldn't solve the problem. Still, he did consider making the charges against him come true, as angry as he was.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Nitram - 09-26-2010
Norman walks into the Bar, having just lost a Cupholder to a swarm of Gunboats...
"Get me a donut."
Norman gestured to the barman, and went to sit down and listened to the loud mouth talking to the barman.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - LegendOfTheWolf - 09-26-2010
Emily walked into the bar with a hand full of folders. She goes and sits in the corner table after ordering a Liberty Ale. She pulls out her bobble which allows her hair to flow freely, she spaces out the folders and begins to read through every page of them..