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Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Internity - 08-24-2011
*Anna approaches the table where Deputy Director Christian and Supervisory Agent Emily Anderson were sitting.*
-Chris.D. : Ah.. hello Anna welcome to Ortega's Bar ! here, have a seat. I'm glad to see that you've been promoted to Assistant Director.
*Chris calls the waiter for some food*
*The waiter returns after 12 minutes with three silver plates with some steaks and fried potatoes.:nyam:*
-Chris.D.: Here, this food is on me...I'll pay for it...no worries. Let's celebrate your promotion.
*They eat and discuss about the patrols in Omicrons and Alaska*
>>> After two hours ...
-Chris.D.: Ah.. so I hope you enjoyed the food, I enjoyed the conversation and the steak but remember we need to increase our patrols in the Omicrons and in Alaska. I must go now I have other things to take care of. You can remain here for a bit longer together with Emily if you don't have anything urgent to do.
Good bye , I'll see you both in space later.
*He pays for the food and leaves the bar quickly*
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Gforce - 06-29-2012
Richard Keller entered the bar for the first time in his LSF career. As he stood at the entrance he surveyed the bar, taking in everything from the wall mountings to the handful of agents around the bar unwinding.
Richard heads to a table by a window that also has the least amount of activity around it. He orders a standard Liberty Ale and sits down, producing a data pad.
Nursing the Ale Keller begins the work he had brought to the bar. The logistics for what was simply known as CRF-526021, Richard had a thing for logistics, improving the efficiency of the LSF's transport fleet while minimising costs. Captains of the transports that made the division where no long surprised when containers labelled 'baby food' were brought aboard their ships during a normally empty leg.
Anything to decrease the running costs.
Keller lets out a long sigh before taking a sip of his ale and staring out the window into the Ice field of Ellesmere. Only he and a few trusted others knew where CRF-526021 was located, let alone it even existed. He stretches his neck and takes another sip before focusing on his data pad once more.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Mark_Brown - 07-23-2012
Mark walked into the bar, casually looking around as his first time entering Alert Station and becoming a Field Agent is still practically new to him.
Looking around he notices a few young fresh faces and some so deep in paperwork you'd think he was see through, however. A few people in a bunch at a corner sat near a table took his eye. As he was aware of a recent document that was sent to him about a new directorate, a face he finally knew who she was. His new boss.
After casually looking around the area, he propped himself at the bar on a stool and ordered himself a well deserved drink, and opening up a laptop containing his current flight path at Alert Station, and preparing to edit for his journey back towards Liberty.
He opened up a new diary planner date, to add his new Flight Report to the database, and preparing it to send it off to High-Command. He starts typing.
Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - BorderPatrol - 09-17-2012
George Patton Grainger enters the bar for the first time in his career. He usually hangs out at the bars around Manhattan but today he is here to celebrate his recent promotion.
He is often told that he is not like the other agents, not as... secluded...as the others are, with friends reaching far into the omicrons and Gallia, he is widely respected. He looks around at his new surroundings and sees some familiar faces and some unfamiliar. The new recruits are goofing off at a table while the veterans share stories of times pass.
George takes a seat at table by himself, he never really knew anyone in the LSF that well and those he did know have left for their own reasons. He orders the heaviest drink on the station, alcohol is known not to affect him. As he sits he pull out his data pad and begins to check his mail. Although he is not well known in the LSF he always seems to get caught in the middle of historical events between the LSF and the rest of Sirius. His recent encounter with a nomad leaves him wondering.
George leans back and takes a heavy sniff of the surrounding area...alchol. As he watches the ice crystals float past the window he wonders at what the universe will throw at him next.
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RE: Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - RmJ - 01-05-2013
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*Shows up at bar only to stare intently at all the young pilots*
Sporting a new cherry oak framed cane Gunnery Sgt Thomas appears to be a side show freak among a faceless crowd. His age is twice the majority of men and women who're LSF and Navy. He did not mind this fact because he is use to being alone. Years of the LSF service has rendered him a hermit when not forced to join into social environments. Not only that, but his ego is taller than the highest building on Planet Manhattan. His uniform, too, is two decades old. The cuts and design of the uniform is an comparison of a classic muscle car to a newer modern sports car. His hair cut was regulation of 786 AS versions the now more lax regulations of today. He is the pure symbol of the old LSF, a LSF that was more military than mall cops. At least as his described it to himself in front of the mirror before leaving. To him he has all the answers to the questions the LSF keeps asking. Spite all this he holds his tongue to every broken policy of the LSF by these new cadets and newer agents of the LSF. The longer he stands in one place the more notice he got from the younger generation. He smirks and has a seat at the stool bar.
Bar tender: What will you have Sir?
Thomas: The hardest sh** you have, and anything that will be against policy to drink. I haven't been given orders yet so no need to worry.
//ps :[ I hit post instead of preview soo.... actually content is being typed now. :l
RE: Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Stolt. - 07-02-2013
John Major walks in to the bar and pulls up a seat. He grabs a drink as another LSF agent joins him.
RE: Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Venture - 07-22-2013
The another Agent is Agent Daniyal Altaf,he walks into the bar,behind John Major,he pulls a seat and sits down to order a shot of whiskey,then he speaks to Major.
*Hey,What's up?*
RE: Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Core_One - 08-19-2013
Special Agent Nathali Black entered bar few minutes later. She looked around and noticed Agents at bar table, but she ignored them and went to the table in dark corner of the bar. She sat down, resting her head on her hand.
"Bartender? I would like drink!"
RE: Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Flash™ - 08-23-2013
Special Agent Hart walks in the bar. Saw some agents at the bar table, he took a seat at a table close by the door. Looks around and notices Special Agent Black sitting by herself in the dark corner. Chris gets up and goes to her.
" Hi Nathalia, why are you sitting by yourself here? "
RE: Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill. - Core_One - 08-23-2013
"Ahh Chris. Well I don't know agents near bar table. I would like have friends like you here. Chris, if you want you can stay here with me .
She said silently and looked at him. Then she waved to the bartender, because she wanted order a drink