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"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok - Turkish - 01-04-2010
The comrade came staggering in, his aroma unique, his stance common.
There were yells, hugs, random moments of collision with furniture. This was normal, even expected. It was Kalashnikov's.
He took his seat, his usual seat. Which happened to change every week depending on his mood, and where people were sitting. Snap snap went the fingers. It was time for spirits.
"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok - arvg - 01-05-2010
Katz was smoking a cigarette, now positioned behind the bar mixing drinks for the numerous officers that were walking in. Some surprised to see a man of his standing with shirt sleeves rolled up and black waistcoat undone, fixing drinks.
It was the Coalition, and there were no tasks so demeaning that they couldn't be shared.
The Barmaid was sitting off to one side, handling other orders, as Katz swept out another round of drinks.
He paused in front of Nichole, grinning at her as he puffed on the cig, pushing it around to the corner of his mouth. "You know you are always missed around here Nikki," he said topping up a glass for her and setting it down.
"Have you met Stenka?" he gestured to the young Lt. Commander standing next to her. "You really should ask why he has the nickname Xopek..."
He moved down the bar, picking out another set of bottles and mixed 2 ounces of Dark rum, to matching Pinapple juice fresh in from Canaria. He eyed the drink and added an ounce of Vodka, and then 1/2 an ounce of Grenadine. Shaking it up well.
"Take this over to Mao over there, tell him it is a Force 12 from the Klash... and warn him, it hits like a tonne of bricks!"
"Ha!" the barmaid said. "Don't you know a real man's drink?"
Katz pondered that a moment, before mixing an equal part Rumple Minze to Vodka, serving it over ice.
"Russian Ice," he said. Ashing his cigarette and plopping it down before Lt. Commander Razin.
Finally he turned to Yuri... "And you, Comrade, what can a Commissar get for you today?" He reached out for the remote and turned up the music in the bar as he did so.
Music
"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok - Nichole.Schmidt - 01-06-2010
Nichole smiled, appreciative of her reception from Alvin. She took the glass that he poured her and took a drink.
"Very good stuff, Soldier," she complimented. She then turned to the Lt. Commander next to her and with a smile, she said, "OK, I'll play your game, Soldier. So, Lt. Stenka, why do they call you "Xopek?"
She just sat, her head resting on her hand with a big smile, her long hair flowing over her.
"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok - Herastean - 01-07-2010
"Well... Can seems little strange here, do you have some beer?"
After get insulted by the barmen who explain him beautifully that its was a bar for men's and not emos, that he only got strong alcohol, he taked a new vodka bottle for him and his table, rejoining his friends, it seems that the commisar-commander got better to do now that drink with a pack of recruits.
While he was sitting, his friends leave the table, saying that they got other stuff to do, for the young couple, was simple... for the other guy... well, toilets was close, and he never supported strong alcohol...
After saying that they were all gays, and the women more than the two others (who replied with a smile and a finger salute), he leave the table, taking the vodka bottle and saying "Well, if its like this, i go get drunk in my ship like a plague victim".
"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok - Belco - 01-07-2010
Stenka Razin looked the Zoner up and down, noting her expensive jewelry and carefully manicured nails, a host to the beauty myth, another "thinspiration" for the teenage girls of sirius, where bodies become vessels of consumerism.
For a moment he wanted to push her in front of a fighter and leave a makeup smear for meters along the tarmac before repressing his feelings, he was not about to start a bar fight.
"I'm told i'm ridiculously hard to hit when flying, especially by Katz." Stenka said grudgingly, still looking at the Zoner with disdain. "But then again, he was very drunk at the time"
"Oi, Weasel! you were drunk too!" Katz replied from the other end of the bar, raising his glass to Stanka and downing the remainder of his drink.
Stenka topped his own glass up with the bottle he bought with him, exchanging it with one of his comrades for a hastily scrawled note. Razin read it carefully before waving Katz over, trading heated discussion over rain-proofing.
"I'm afraid I'm walking and drinking Nichole, enjoy your stay" Stenka mumbled, nodding to Katz and patting a few comrades on the back on the way out, heading for the fighter bay.
"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok - arvg - 01-07-2010
"Hey Yuri!" Katz called, pouring another drink. Something vile and noxious called a Tsunami Booster.
"Get over here and try this!" he ordered, watching the Lt. Closely, before winking at Nichole. Ashing his cigarette in the tray and smirking as Yuri tried the drink.
"Now that, son, is one hell of a drink, eh?"
"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok - Herastean - 01-07-2010
Yuri took a sip of liquid after having swallowed it brutally put down the glass by coughing and taking a red tent rather disturbing. He looks at the commander-in commisaire acquiescing slightly and pointing with a hand gesture that it might be a bit much.
Yuri took a sip of liquid and after swallowed it, brutally put down the glass, coughing and taking a red tent a little disturbing. He look at the commisar-commander, acquiescing and, with a hand gesture, that it was maybe a little strong... Just a little...
"Spassiba comrad commisar-commander... But I think that I'm more made for simple vodka and, for that bar, girls drinks... No offence comrad Lieutenant" Watching Nichole.
"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok - cmfalconer - 01-08-2010
With several folders in his hand, one open and his eyes examining the contents while walking, Alexi strolled past the entrance to Kalashnikov's. It's been a while hasn't it, thought Alexi as he paused at the entrance, seeing the greasy imprint of what looked like a face on the plexi-glass door of the place. A slight smile crossed his face as Alexi allowed himself a small chuckle looking at the "Push" sign someone had hastily stencilled on the doors. At least moral is high. Maybe I will stop in for a drink. Might make this paperwork go faster.
Alexi pulled open the door and stepped into a raucous environment, as Kalishnakov's always is. He quickly spotted an open booth in the corner and maneuvered his way through the crowd toward it. Setting down his stack of folders on the surprisingly clean steel tabletop, he caught the eye of one of the waitresses; lithe girls in fetching facsimilies of Coalition uniforms, though much briefer than standard issue. Whomever came up with that idea, thought Alexi should be commended. He did not sit, however, but stood looking around the room.
Though he was not in his uniform, but in civilian clothes, Alexi knew that the men there looked at him and saw his rank, that of a new Acting-Admiral and CO of the Fighter Corps. How far I've come from that boy on Pittsburgh. And still the fight continues. Shaken from his thoughts by a light touch on his shoulder, Alexi turned to the distraction to see the waitress he'd flagged down.
"Good to see you here Admiral," the young woman said with a smile. "It's been a while since you've been to the Klash. We still remember you though, your usual?"
"It has been a while hasn't it. Yes, the usual. The good stuff, and a Red if you please." Alexi motioned to the table in front of him. "Just put it here if I'm not here, I'll be back shortly."
"No problem," said the waitress as she turned to go. Alexi wasn't sure if he'd caught a wink or not as she walked away saying "Be right back."
I miss her so at times like this. My dear Natalya, I hope you are well. It'd been far to long since he'd seen his girl, trapped still on Pittsburgh. Someday I will bring you here, someday, when it's safe.
Alexi looked around Kalashnikov's, taking in what was there. He spotted many of his Fighter Corps pilots, apparently celebrating something. Katz was at a table with Stenka, Yuri, and an attractive woman Alexi had never seen before. Must be one of those with a visa. Alexi glanced at his stack of folders with a sigh. That's one of my duties over there. Perhaps she'll turn up there. Alexi saw at another table several of Bigeard's Marines engaged in a card game, and another table off in the corner with some mechanics in what seemed to be a heated discussion with some employees from the Commissar's office.
As he turned to another corner, Alexi spied the jukebox system for Kalashnikov's. It was then that he noticed the bar was conspicuously devoid of music. These kids nowadays. Time to show them. Alexi walked over to the machine, and started flipping through the selections. Another light touch on his shoulder caught Alexi's attention, and his waitress was looking over his shoulder; no small task, at his musical selection. "What are you looking at? I hope it isn't any of that poppy dance music Commander Mao usually plays. I don't know how he listens to that stuff."
Alexi kept flipping through the selections, until he found what he was looking for. "Oh, that's one that hasn't been played in a while," said the waitress. "Please play that one." With a slight smile and a side-long glance at the young waitress, Alexi pressed play.
As the music started playing, he leaned to the waitress. "Will you do me a favor and bring me my Red. I don't feel like sitting just yet. Thank you." The waitress went back to Alexi's table and grabbed the pint of beer, bringing it back to him as he moved in front of the Wall of Heroes.
The wall was a new addition to Kalashnikov's, and a welcome one for Alexi. The wall was like taking a walk down memory lane for Alexi; a bittersweet journey of his career, and that of so many, in the Coalition. The Wall of Heroes had pictures of those pilots and leaders who have been an integral part of the Coalition. Some had given their very lives in service; others had served with distinction and given leave to retire.
As the music swelled, so did the pride in Alexi as he contemplated the Wall of Heroes. Flanking the dominating picture of Grand Admiral McIntosh were the portraits of Jan Richtofen and Ty Kirk, of Miroslav Baranov and Nikolai Varnava, of Dieter Zehn and Sitting Bear. These were all great men of the Coalition, and the Wall of Heroes was created to honor their acheivements and memories. And I miss you all. Too many good men have died at the hands of our enemies. Too many friends.
As the song ended, Alexi turned back to the main area. The Wall of Heroes was positioned so that no matter where you were in Kalashnikov's, the grand view of the Grand Admiral and his cadre would be there. Staring in to his glass in contemplation, Alexi took his ring and started slightly tapping the glass with it, making a small yet noticable clinking sound. Gradually, the din of conversation died as all eyes turned to Alexi, under the visage of the Grand Admiral and the other Heroes. As the last of the conversation quieted, Alexi spoke in a soft, yet forceful baritone.
"Marines and maintenance staff, pilots and public servants, join me a moment if you will. I stand here under the gaze of the Heroes of the Revolution, and I am reminded of the sacrifices they have made to the Revolution. I am reminded of the sacrifices we ALL make to our glorious vision of the future for all of Sirius. We have come a long way in the last few years comrades, a long way indeed. We have lost many great men and women, lost many friends, family, loved ones."
Alexi paused for a moment, then looked up at the crowd staring back at him. "But we have also gained. We have gained the expertise to build our mighty fleet to take the fight to the enemies of freedom. We have gained the respect of the Revolutionaries of Rheinland and others throughout Sirius, who have heard the call of the Red Dawn. And we have gained many new friends, new families, whom we have welcomed into our homes and hearts. The Coalition is strong, and as I stand here before you, with the Heroes of the Revolution around me, I can look out and see among you the potential to be Heroes of the Revolution as well."
Gesturing to the portraits behind him, Alexi continued. "These great Heroes knew what they were fighting for, and so do you. These great men fought for the people of Sirius, and so do you. We all fight for those who do not yet have the power to fight for themselves. We fight, so they don't have to. We fight, so they can have hope of a better life for themselves and their families, their friends, their loved ones. These Heroes remind us of how much good we can do, and how much good the Coalition has already brought to so many."
"Join me in a moment of silent rememberance for these Heroes, and for all those who have fallen in service to the Coalition, and for those who we have yet to help shed their chains of oppression. Remember why you are here, both individually and collectively, and take heart in the fact that whatever your reason, you fight to make Sirius a better place for the people."
Alexi looked out at the patrons as they bowed their heads in reflection and reverence. Alexi was proud of his pilots, and indeed of all those who fought for the Revolution. He waited a moment longer, then raised his glass above his head and in a thundering voice, yelled "FOR THE REVOLUTION. FOR THE RED DAWN".
As he finished, the whole crowd, in one voice answered him, drinks raised. "FOR THE REVOLUTION. FOR THE RED DAWN". Alexi joined the crowd in the toast, downing the pint of Red in one long pull before setting the glass on the nearest table.
Walking back to his table, letting the jubilant cheers of the patrons slowly fade back to their conversations, Alexi sat at the booth and took a drink of his vodka, now chilled by the ice to a wonderfully cold temperature.
And he smiled. Tonight was going to be a good night.
"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok - farmerman - 01-08-2010
Ludwig Hohenlohe of the LWB timidly entered the room. He had flown to the station aboard the Grosser Kuerbis while delivering a shipment of food from the LWB. It was his first time in such hostile surroundings and he really didn't know what to say. Luckily, a moment after he entered, Alexi had given a speech and called for the moment of remembrance.
As the conversations began again, Ludwig just stood there smiling, not sure what to do. He hoped a more experienced Rheinlander would show up, or at least find a Coalition pilot to speak with.
"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok - arvg - 01-08-2010
Watching the Admiral's speech, Katz lifted his glass at the right moment, removing his cigarette and downing it in a single slug. Slamming the shot glass back down on the bar.
He nodded to other patrons as he walked back around to the other side of it, picking up more bottles and thoroughly enjoying himself as he mixed more drinks.
Music
Naturally the song that came on after the Admiral's stirred up some emotions, a few yelling about Emos and what they'd do to them if they ever caught one loose in the bar.
Ktaz laughed as shook his head, resting his elbows on the bar and watching the men.
Over by the pool table, two marines were having a headed discussion about something violent, each pushing the other in way that could only result in the second most popular activity in the Klash besides drinking...
The bottle smashing heralded the fight.
The first punch sending one of the Marines back, sprawling across Commander Mao's table, as the barmaids, well trained in this kind of affair, quickly secured anything even remotely valuable.
Katz leaned to the left as a bottle of Vodka sailed past his head, crashing into the glasses stacked behind him, showering the bar area with broken glass. He shook his head, still laughing and smoking as the bar fight escalated.
Surprisingly, the members of the Commissariat weren't doing half badly, and it made him rather proud to see a couple of the crew members from the CPW-Trotsky beating up on some of the Savelovski's. Nothing said that things had to be fair in the Klash...
He had enough time to turn his head, before the stray fist connected with his jaw, spinning him around and sending him sprawling to the deck. The surprised Lieutenant, who had been aiming for a Marine Captain, suddenly desperately apologizing as he tried to help Katz back to his feet.
Katz, still laughing, despite the fact that his cigarette was now broken and dangling in his mouth, picked himself up. Clapped the Lieutenant twice on the shoulder, before pushing him back towards the waiting Captain, who gladly obliged the Commissar by beating the living tar out of the offending Lieutenant.
Sparing a glance across the bar to the bemused Admiral, Katz shrugged his shoulders and tipped off a salute as he tossed a maintenance specialist that had sprawled over the bar, back into the fray.