Freeport 10's "Sylvania Dome" - Printable Version

A familliar looking woman without a word takes a seat next to the hooded man, this time she was wearing short sleeves. An end of a tattoo could be seen sticking out slightly going down her arm. Besides that, she had a complete absense of makeup or any other cosmetics.

Motioning to the bartender.

"I'll take my usual."

A few seconds later, a clear liquid is slid across the bar which she takes a gulp of eagerly. Glancing to her side, she eyes the hooded man for a few seconds.

"You really are indeed someone who is on edge quite a bit of time, hm? Same style as you always harbor in public or in your transmissions. Well, you're going to need to get more comfterable if you wish to make do on what you desire."
"Well, nice to meet you in person."

Extending a hand.

"The name is Tara Snow."

Nodding to herself as if resolving an internal question. Taking a small sip of her drink, she pays attention to the guest once more.

"No last name, hm? Tobias Tobi it is then. You are an interesting man. Much like many others that I have met. Every one of them proving an internal drive which I hold respect for. You however, deviate this slightly. You seem like a lost lamb upon a path that merely leads to the underworld.. Merely stopping to graze and take in what you can while you still lead that path.."

"Forgive the comparisons, it's become a bad habit recently."

Running a hand through her hair idly, her gaze fixiated upon the bar in front of her temporarily.

"Tobi, you have made your intentions unclear. Frankly, I don't give two thoughts about that. Pardon the language, but I don't give a damn about who you are. However I recently was put in a position where I must speak for the Commonwealth as a whole."

"We take in greatfully those who are lost upon what they need to do in life. Those people almost always turn out to be geniuses in their own reguard, thus driving our name up higher and higher with each addition.. Do you think you have what it takes to join us? We are not a job. We are not a drag. Instead, we're home."

"We all harbor something that we like to keep to ourselves. That's why this place stands out. None of us care about who each other is. Ahh.. I suppose there are a few deviations, including the silly bartender Sean. As much as I don't want to admit it, he's a good man."

"What have you to say."

Tara crosses her arms, eyeing the man in front of her for a few minutes. raising both of her palms slightly, she seems to almost deflate as she lets out a large breath, sinking down where she was leaning with both elbows on the bar in front of the two.

"You told me the truth. At least a larger part of it than before.. That was all that I desired. Stretched or not. Well, welcome to the Commonwealth, Tobi Holzer. Hunted, feared, it matters not. We don't give a damn around here. As long as you respect the others around you, you'll fit in just fine."

"As for keeping people from getting to you, it seems that we may need to get on better terms with the Corsairs. Easy enough I suppose, i'll have a talk with the others about working on something between the two of us later. Would give us something to do rather than lazing around all day."

Crossing her legs. Her professionalism that she harbored a few minutes ago quickly fading, revealing quite a different person. Same personality, however the attitude is quite different.

"Gah.. This job is such a pain, what on earth possessed me.."

Waving a hand to the bartender, where another glass of the clear liquid is slid across the bar, where she takes another sip of quietly.

"When you came in here, did you happen to see a young girl about.." Moving her hand to show a shorter form. "This big when you came in?"

Scratching the back of her head. "Ah.. Well, besides that.. Tobi, what do you need from me, hm? Business stuff i'll gladly finish later to get you officially within, although i've lost the will to put up a silly front for the time being. Later however, i'll finish up what's needed. Until then, have a drink. Or at least some water."

Freezing for a moment, calculating the situation that was presented to her for a few seconds. Shaking her head to herself, she takes another sip from her drink.

"Right off the bat, putting me in a situation I don't like are you now?"

Mumbling something beneith her breath.

"I'm going to need more than that. AI data, very well. However I do not know enough about the situation in order to make any decisions on that regard."

"I don't like 'spending' favors. I like being owed them instead. Right now, we have nothing with the BPA on which we can ask for it back. And merely waltzing out there and 'asking' for this so called incorrect contraband doesn't give the image that the Commonwealth wishes to aquire."

"Honestly, merely going out there yourself and asking for it back may be the easiest way to go about things, i'm sure they would have figured out that this won't fit anywhere on their battleship. York.. Leeds, if I remember correctly hm?"