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The Green Hell Beergarden - Ophiuchi - 06-21-2009
Moira and Red still sat in the "Dusty Mug", propped against each other at a corner table.
The other Members and guests at Damien's "last flight" had either staggered on to half a dozen other pubs in the Green Hell, or had crawled to the most convenient bunk.
"Lass, I hope ye didn't shatter that poor 'sair Juan Montoya's heart too badly, luv." said Red, as he looked into Moira's glazed and sad, yet still beautiful green eyes.
"Heeee! He did want t' get inter me pants quite badly, Chief; but the McEwan would o' never let me hear the last o' it. His dislike o' the Corsairs was no secret t' anyone, eh?
"He'll mend, Red, though I do feel a tad guilty for the outrageous flirtin'.. It's the dram o' sauce talkin' I s'pose."
The two leaders sat in silence for awhile. Then Moira gave a sigh and tossed back her Glen Livet.
"On the flight back, Red, I was truly humbled. Why, hearin' that message o' condolences from the Molly Republic really touched me, Red."
"Aye, Moira, and the way those two Planetform Captains kept a respectful silence was amazin', once they learned o' the occassion."
"And that nice Amassador Holliday.. at least he showed up fer the Zoners.. I can forgive that damn sweet Reggie fer not comin'.. but Riley MacKenzie? That fookin' bloke don't exist fer me any more, Damien's oldest friend or no. Be damned what his bleedin' excuse be!
"And I'll tell ye another, Red! That skinwearin' poser "Martin.O'Reilly, comin' upon us all bad, 'n jokin' he was here t' add more Gaian bodies t' the pyre. I'll have that lad's testicles on a skewer, Chief, 'n roastin' on a spit!"
Red's uproarious laugh startled the other drinkers in the Dusty Mug. They watched curiously but respectfully as the NLH's Chief helped its XO to her wobbly feet, and gently led her towards the Pub's exit, and to her own bunk.
The Green Hell Beergarden - Ironwatsas - 06-21-2009
In a corner of the 'Dusty Mug' as it was called, a man wearing typical Corsair attire lay mercifully unconcious after a quite intense bout of binge drinking and trying to flirt with Moria.
***
It had been a few hours since Juan Maldonato awoke, apparently with severe amnesia. Not knowing where (or even who) he was, he blundered into the Funeral precession for Damien McEwan, a man he had neither met nor heard of. Infact, prior to his awakening on Islay, he hadn't even known about the Gaians at all...
Being cought in the moment though, he had followed the Funeral precession, and been emotionally touched by the words explained... as well as the fact that said words had come mainly from a number of quite enchanting 'senoritas'.
After the funeral, he had followed Moria's lead, he had ended up drinking... a lot...
***
Now, Juan began to wake up, Somehow having not succumbed to Alchohol poisoning. Still confused as to where or who he was, he looked around and saw a vaguely farmiliar face...
"Mr... mor... Moria? Bab*cough*... senorita? Uhh... where is this?"
"How did I get here?"
"Who am I?"
The Green Hell Beergarden - farmerman - 06-26-2009
The heavy drinking cotinued for quite a while. Eventually William George came down to find Dan McKay, a notorious lightweight when it came to drinking, but a devout Gaian. Knowing his alcohol tolerance, he walked in with the intention of carrying McKay back to his own quarters. Catalina de Leon, the Corsair turned Gaian who flew along with him followed.
With amazing timing, she entered right as Juan asked "How did I get here? Who am I?".
"Juan," she asked, "is that you? It's me, Catalina, we met previously. Do you recall?"
As Catalina spoke, Will continued to search for his lost, possibly unconscious friend.
The Green Hell Beergarden - Midori - 07-09-2009
She had heard of the Green Hell Bar but had never stepped foot in it. She had heard that while the clientel was a tough lot, they also had their moments of kindness, depending who you were. The death of Dimi McEwen was still fresh as was the fond memory of her fiance's recent visit to attend his service. On a return trip home from the Taus, Midori stopped in.
She entered the bar in her flight suit, her hair let down as it flowed over her shoulders and down her back. It was everything that she had heard about and then some and she wasn't disappointed even if a couple of the patrons were more interested in her physique than they were the large diamond on her left ring finger. Even the bartender watched as she walked up but more from a surprise point of view.
"What can I get you, Miss," he asked as she sat on a stool at the bar.
"Saki," she said as she looked around, "you have very nice place."
"Thank you,"he said as he poured her drink keeping an eye on her. He then put the glass of Saki before her and went about wiping down the bar with a towel still keeping his eyes on the Kusari woman. After several minutes, she annoyingly put the drink down and turned to him.
"Is there a problem, Sir?" she asked, visibly annoyed.
"It's just that we don't see Kusari folk here, at least, not since the war started," he said, "While we don't like the Bretonian government, we too see Kusari as they do. I can't help but think you may not make it off this base, at least not alive."
He then noticed the rock on her left hand, "I'm sure that someone can get a handsome sum for that as well."
About this time, one of the patrons who had watched her come in came to help the bartender. His face scarred from battle, he was a menacing figure.
"It's been a long time since I've had a woman," he said to her.
Midori, ever witted when needed, just looked at him and said, "I can see why!"
"Why you little Kusari bitch!" he shouted. As he reached back to slap her, someone grabbed his hand.
"That is quite enough!" said a voice from behind him, "maybe if you knew who she was then you wouldn't be so quick to judge her." He then shoved the assailant to the floor, sprawling him everywhere. Then, he approached the woman and bowed to her, "Miss Sato, please accept our apologies."
"Miss Sato?" shouted the man on the floor, "who the hell is Miss Sato?"
"Excuse me," the kind man said to her with a smile as he held up that "wait a minute finger" before her.
He then turned to the man on the floor who had just started getting up, "OK, do you remember Ambassador Holliday? The Autonomous Zoner that was here for Dimi's funeral?"
"Of course I do," he answered, "but what does he have to do with her?"
The kind man answered, "Oh, this woman is his fiancee and if you do something to her I have no doubt he will come kill you himself."
The vagrant then realized what he had done and began apologizing.
"You too, Barkeep," said the kind man, "you weren't much better."
"I....I'm sorry," said the bar keep, "I didn't know. You, Ma'am, are welcomed here anytime!"
The Green Hell Beergarden - The Banger Grim - 12-02-2009
Matthew Grim exits his ship & approaches the Islay station Dockmaster; wordlessly pays his mooring fee & takes a left out of the bay towards the equipment shop.
He takes the second right & walks down a long corridor that dead ends at a large service elevator.
He bitterly grimaces at the loud metallic echo that bounces off the metallic walls with every footfall clicking on metallic deckplates.
Reaching the lift, he presses the call button & looks up to glance at the sign above the doors for a moment that reads: Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here. The doors slide open and He steps inside, taking his place in one of the many seats that line the walls, & pulls down the shoulder harness, locking him in place.
'Password Please' stated the automated voice over the speakers.
"Crushed velvet corpsegrinder" he replied, and after only a momentary pause, the elevator drops like a stone down the shaft towards the bowels of the station, lifting Matthew off his seat, inertia pressing his upper body against the padded bars of the harness, giving him the familiar queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that he has always found to be pleasant.
After the lift comes to a complete stop, the harness unlocks & the doors open, allowing the thick evening fog to billow in.
'Welcome to Hell' states the automated voice as the man exits the lift & heads down a flight of steps towards a creepy green light that fills the cavernous entrance foyer below.
The Green Hell Beergarden - Malaclypse 666 - 12-02-2009
George Dorn sat at the bar in Finn's Wake, and chatted idly with the freckle-faced barmaid who for some odd reason was paying him some attention.
"So yeah, we have to cart this fool H-fuel we "liberate" in Gallia somewhere, luv. You're the closest base that offers a half-decent price for it."
"So, why ye think they're carrying H-fuel in Gallia then, Cap'n? Doesn't make sense.. I heard their ships burn bloody kerosene or sommat.."
"Search me, darlin'," said George. Why do they carry Silver, or Niobium, or Pharmaceuticals, when they don't even manufacture the stuff up there."
George drank deeply, and rather unsteadily held his mug out to the young lady for a refill.
"And another thing that bothers me.. You Gaians and the Outcasts are supposedly sworn enemies as I recall, yet up near the Lewis hole in Orkney, you never see those Gaian Eagles mixing it up with the Outcast patrols.
"The more I see of Gallia, the more confused I get!" continued George. "Including trying to figure out why a bunch of ex-Zoners are flying for the Maquis and Council... That bloody Malaclypse seems more interested in dumping Scrubbies on Planet Vienne than he is spanking the Royal Navy."
The barmaid just shook her head as she handed George another stout. "What's tem folk say is the answer to everything, love? 'Five Tons of Flax!' This one's on me hon."
The Green Hell Beergarden - The Banger Grim - 12-02-2009
Matthew opens his nostrils & breathes in the smell of the place as he reaches the bottom step.
'Home' he thinks to himself with an inward smile as his eyes adjust to the dim and his ears fill with the crunching sound of dead plantlife at his feet that cover the stone floor as he makes his way from the foyer, towards the entryway that leads to Murphy Central.
He stops halfway there, pausing at the first bonewarming firepit, joining a small group of three already huddled over it.
"Evening Gentlemen" Matthew says as he warms his hands over the flames
"What time you got old man?" one of them asks.
He pulls out an old ancient-style gold plated pocketwatch & politely states "8:32"
"Tell you what" begins the younger man as he pulls out a blade, "Why don't you give that over to me so I don't have to ask you again!"
Matt just shakes his head & ignores the demand & replies: "Put that thing away kid, before you hurt yourself."
The other two pull out blades of their own & flank the older Gaian as the first one says, "I don't think you heard me!"
"Oh, I heard you just fine." he retorts dismissively as he continues to ingnore the threat.
The one on the right lunges his blade towards Matt's ribs, but is stonwalled as the older man dodges with a spin, catching the wrist of his attacker & breaking it with a sickening crack & slamming his face into the flaming pit as he completes his fluid circle.
The screams of pain echo off the rocky walls while the smell of burning flesh stink up the corridor as the other two take to running away.
Matthew pulls the would-be robber out of the flames by his hair, red hot embers sticking into the kids melting skin, & whispers into his ear with menace:
"Next time, don't s*** where you eat, or else you might piss me off"
Matthew gets to his feet & heads into the central cavern, disgusted, & wondering to himself what the hell this place has turned into while he's been gone.
The Green Hell Beergarden - CCI45-px/Probe149 - 02-02-2010
A long time later Ted Shawn entered the Green Hell.
He placed a newspaper with the headline 'Shetland in flames due to a Gaian attack' onto the wall near the entrance
It's been a good day for Gaia so far!
Now, what can you offer me here again?
The Green Hell Beergarden - Shagohad - 02-05-2010
A man wearing a vest that appeared to be a sleeveless motorcycle jacket, scruffy blond hair, old-fashioned pilot's goggles, and torn blue jeans walked into the Green Hell. He raised the goggles, revealing vibrant blue eyes and freckles splashed against his nose. He smiled broadly at the commotion within; loud music, high people, and a lot cute young men made up the rather green area.
"I'm in heaven..." Geoff said to himself in a soft voice, walking forth to introduce himself to the new faces.
The Green Hell Beergarden - etiainen - 02-10-2010
The Green Hell's doors were opened, letting the different hues of light from Islay's corridors in to mix with the lights of Green Hell, and in came a man in a long cape. He put down the hood, revealing the bald front of his head, and long dreadlocks hanging from the back of it. He looked around for a moment...
"Ah, there you are, Umakai", he smiled of recognizing a familiar face, and as he walked to the table, he gave a quick eye to his right: "'Ey barmaid, a mug of the best beer you've got for my friend here, and a big mug of mead for me. Nata vimpi cvrmi da!", he laughed. It was a long and an interesting day, with a well-deserved refreshment to end it...