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Children of the many Wars - Flinx - 06-19-2014
::: Bethlehem Station, Philadelphia :::
::: Time : near about now :::
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This is an open, storyline Thread.
I will use it to connect the various Characters I play with a background story,
but I do not close the thread to others. If somebody wants to RP with me, connecting Characters with mine then do so.
PLS be sociable.
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Characters so far involved :
Flinx ( edit : newly assigned TAZ pope in care of the chapel at Star Space Port in Omega 9 )
Venturer ( edit : Trader / Fighter and ex- free miner. joined the gallic Council recently )
FinnMcKannon ( Freelancer, Security expert with T&T/ Tinkers&Transport Trading Cooperation)
FynnMcScrap ( Junker / Foreman for T&T/ Tinkers Haven)
Fortinbras ( Miner / Fighter , BMF / FortiSec )
Officer William E. Barnikel ( Junior Constable /BPA )
< planned to come :> Marikiku , Golden Chrysanthemum Asassin
*
The table had been reserved , and the waiter knew that it could be a long night.
Not for the first time they met here, at the Penny Bar as the Zoner who covered his wage and generally topped it generously insisted on calling the watering hole.
So far they were easy guests, even if they usually hindered the cleaning staff in their work early in the morning shift. Quite a gathering, and usually they made no trouble. The new table and the rest of the furiture damaged in that squabble with the two Pilots last month had been accounted for right the next morning, and the girls had never complained about one of them.
Smiling professionaly he finished his round serving the drinks , happy that Flinx had advised him on the preferences of the lot.
He wouldn´t have managed to serve the right beverages without the warning. Trans- Sirius, ha ! Never be surprised with this lot.
*
Flinx looked around at his Brothers, remembering the time they had all met at the Freeport Orphanage. Remembering the dire times in wich they had to flee to another Freeport, or the times they had no protector, no money... no place to live.
They had managed, and they had prospered.
Even if there where still a few of the old group missing, and even if at least one of them had taken the last voyage to the middle of a sun in his coffin.
But after he himselfe had earned his first ship he had always somhow managed to keep an eye on his jounger friends. To send them enough money to get started themselves. And to meet them once in a while. He was happy that most of them kept in touch with him. After all... he felt responsible for them.
He smiled, waching Venturer and Fortinbras arguing about the value of some mining machinery. Wached Fynn speaking with his nearly-namesake Finn about local politics and the extend in wich this or that trade treaty or embargo affected the prices of escort and bounty jobs. And the smuggling routs.
Venturer. Still the oldest of the lot after himself. Small and always alert . Always seeming to expect Trouble and often right about it.
Fortinbras. Broad chested and sholdered, and always some oil somewhere. Hard to believe that this hulk of a man was the best light and medium Fighter Pilot of the Group. Even if he spent much of his time caring for his Hegemon.
Finn. The little pot belly seemd to indicate that he was experiencing good times.
And his friendship with certain civilian Investors had opened the door for some nice Escort and Trade deals. Experienced, calm... and unscrupulous.
And Fynn, as always lean and somehow ... hungry. Respected in the junker community and known to be true to his word.
Brothers. The only family they all knew.
*
( to be continued )
RE: Children of the many Wars - Fortinbras - 06-30-2014
Fortinbras enjoyed harrassing Venturer about his work for IMG , but he sensed that his friend was not really caring today.
Even another Rheinbeer had not lifted the older mans dark mood.
Something seemed to nag him, and he didnt respond as usual.
"...hey, old scraper. I think I saw a couple of your IMG pals passing throug new London in a convoy, why didn´t I see the old Murky.Bay in the line, eh ?"
Funny. His Friend nearly winced ? What was the matter ?
"Eh, come on, what´s bugging you ? You seemed quite determined to fly with the Independents, and now I scaresly see you around ?"
"It´s not the life I expected." Venturer sighed as he finaly looked up from his drink and met Fortinbras eyes for the first time this evening.
"Always gogogo! Very efficient and quite profitable, but I love to roam freely. And if I do, everywhere I go I´m suddenly IMG. Sometimes it seems I was less chased of as a free Miner"
Venturer took another deep drink, carefully picking his next words.
"I can cope with the responsibility, thats not the problem, and I can scout or escort a convoi as well as haul my ore or mine it in a field, but somehow something is missing. You have the backup from BMF and Fortitudine and seem happy with that, and I thought that I´d get something like that from IMG, but it did not work. Seems craping alone just isn´t Live either, except for scouting or fun. "
"Oh well, why then not come back to Fortitudine and park the Arrastra here ? And sell the Transport to buy a Bomber ?"
"As IMG ?"
"You could change... perhaps the Lord will understand. He is looking for good Pilots for Fortisec, and you can ceep the Arrastra for work at the fields."
"Sure ? I mean, I didn´t take his offer in the beginning ?"
"Talk to him and see"
*** to be continued ***
RE: Children of the many Wars - Venturer - 07-02-2014
So after some waiting, some paperwork, and after a lot of introverted brooding, Venturer finaly left IMG and joined BMF.
Lots of reasons really, but in the end it had been friendship that had made the decision easy.
Freedom ? He had not fount freedom so far, only more responsibility.
So he would fight and care about those dearest and nearest.
He did not notice how amused Flinx was waching him. And how close FnyyMcScrap had followed the conversation without seeming to eavesdrop.
Instead, he startet arguing with Fortinbras again, comparing his new Spatial with his old Arrastra and arguing against the use of a Hegemon in Mining.
Life as usual.
RE: Children of the many Wars - FynnMcScrap - 07-07-2014
Pride.
That was the most distinguished feeling Fynn could identify as he watched the others.
He always had envied Flinx for the ease with witch he seemed to take a prime role at these meetings, but that had changed. To much had happened, to many lives had been lost.
Now he knew what the other had meant as he had toled him he would have to pick his fights carefully.
He had never stood back: Not to Rouges or Xenos trying to chase him from the best Scrap fields, not to Unioneers trying to intercept him at the border jumpholes. Not even to Officials trying to bully him.
But with the responsibility at the Haven this had changed, and as the Liberty Dreadnought had destroyed the Base he had Flashbacked to the day he had first met Flinx. As the older one had stopped the slaver Freighter trying to carry away the rest of the Orphanage after the sellout. He had never realy realized why Flinx had ripped of his Liberty Navy signs that day and revoked any affiliation to House rule, but the last months had let him gather his own experiences.
He respected the older one for his courage and integrity, and after he started waking up at night with the supposed deathcries of the crewmen lost at ColdBay he understood him a lot better. First he had coughed at the strickt rule imposed on all of them as a prerequesite to get starter support : No Slaves, No Cardamine.
But even if he still thought that Flinx should loosen up with the Rule about Cardamine after he started shipping Premscrap to Malta he had given his word. And then he had met Mr. Tucker and the rest of the Inverstors.
Soon... License was ready, planning was underway. Tinkers Haven would be built again. And then he would suggest the next meeting to be celebrated there.
Fynn started grinning...
RE: Children of the many Wars - Officer Barnikel - 08-06-2014
It had been a while since Barnikel had managed to meet the others at one of their revivals, and he always immensely enjoyed talking about all that had happened since their last meeting. But he was preoccupied this time.
He had seen to much strife, to much bloodshed and cruelty since he had joined the Bretonian Police.
So he was happy to catch the chance to talk with Fynn about this Clinic Project he was building at the Haven.
He would see if he could help some of the refugees caught in poverty through the war by getting some medical help for them. All in a days work.
RE: Children of the many Wars - FynnMcScrap - 10-28-2014
It had been quite a while since the group had met last time, and a lot had happened.
Fynn had founded the Base called Tinkers Haven, and was buisy with all the responsibility of a junker Foreman.
McKannon had joined Fynn at the Haven, had served there for a while as interim Chief of Security till he had managed to shed this unwanted position and had returned to being Mr. Tukkers Bodyguard and Escort,
Barnikel had been promoted to Constable and was patrolling bretonian space
and Fortinbras was still flying with the BMF|Hippolyth or mining with his hegemon.
Venturer, the old scoundrel and vagabound had left BMF| again, had decided to go back to flying on his own and using his experience as a free Miner to reap some profit from the smaller claims out there in the clouds and fields.
While Flinx cept his distance, roaming the far borderworlds with his Zoner crew and seeking... oblivion ?
Venturer was the one who visited Fynn at the Haven´s Cantina, shamelessly begging a few drinks before Fynn just signaled Olsen behind the bar to open an account for his brother. And Venturer was also the one bringing news :
You know we lost quite a few of the old group out of sight in the last jears, with all of Sirius being riddled with conflicts or dangers, eh ? Of course many of us choose to live with Flinx and are still manning the Whale out there, but lately I have heared rumours about a brown haired beauty who uses two swords with much the same fighting style Flinx taught all of us with the knifes, living somewhere up at Kusari with the chrysanthemum girls.
I asked about her and got no real answers, but she seems to have surfaced with the girly zealots about four or five jears after we lost sight of her.
Fynn stared at Venturer in disbelief , not realy able to respond , while Venturer grinned at him and shook his head.
Nope, Fynn. I don´t know if it realy is Kiara. But I know how close you two where, and I know you suffered a lot because she left you without any notice. Most of the others don´t know what you two where doing those days, hunting and killing Hogosha at every chance you got, and you were careful not to let Flinx know as he would have tried to stop you both. But I was the one who let you out and hid your traces, remember ?
Fynn glared at the slightly older man: Jes, and you always demanded to get any interesting cargo, Venturer. In some ways you are not much better than any bloody pirate or profiteer.
Venturer laughed, shrugging:
It´s a bad world, and we all have to make our living. At least I did not fly on a killing spree anytime I thought nobody would notice, little brother.
He watched Fynn calmly, smiling his small , cynical smile as usual :
Fynn I know you better that you know yourself. And as I thought you´d still have this stupid love for that girl and you typically try to get everything right, I wanted to pass you on the message. Kiara might still be alive, Fynn. And she´s still hunting the Hog´s. As bloody and as deadly as ever.
After Venturer had left without paying his bill and Fynn had tipped and informed Olsen how much credit he was agreeing to set his older brother Fynn retreated back into his office. But he could not concentrate or get rid of the old memories...
... the blood, the killing. The pleasure he had felt while he mercilessly ...
...her face, smeared with a few spots of blood as she laughed, leaned towards him and kissed him...
... the hollow, burning feeling as he had asked her
if she could imagine that they stay at Freeport 10 and marry,
and she had turned and left him without a word.
if she could imagine that they stay at Freeport 10 and marry,
and she had turned and left him without a word.
Fynn was happy that nobody could see or hear him as he closed and locked his door, sitting down in the small couch in the back of his room and burrying his head in his hands. Nobody should see his tears.
RE: Children of the many Wars - Flinx - 02-28-2015
Flinx visited Fynn a few days later, and the sleek lines of the Osprey named [TAZ]Epiphanie.Preacher drew the attention of the docking crews as he landed at Tinkers Haven.
A short while later the two men where sitting comfortabely in Fynn´s office, a bottle of Gallic wine and some Rheinland cheese between them.
"Well, Fynn. You definitively found a home for yourself. I can only gratulate you for your work here. It seems the young boy I know has been replaced by a competent and respected man, eh ?"
"Ah, Pa ! Quit trying to bluff me, I know you to well. " Fynn grinned at the older man.
"You know I respect you, after all you took all my jouthful nonsense and taught me to believe in possibilities and myself. So it´s your work as well. And also I know that you only start complimenting me if you want something. So, Pa : Whats up ?"
Flinx laughed loudly enough to get Pip restless, startling the colourfull Minidrake away from the plate of small sausages she was devouring greedily. But as the empathic flying snake could only sense friendship and good humor between the two men she settled down again.
"Fynn, you rascal, you really know me well. You always where the brightest of the lot, and got yourself into the most difficulties during our voyages across the confederation. Jes, I might need some help, or at least some support from you and your buisy Tinkers. Star Space Port has sent TAZ a message, summoning me as their Pope. And I accepted, and am now traveling over to Omega 9 and will administer the chapel at their base."
"What, you will get settled ? I would never believe it if you where not clearly fishing for something, Pa. So, what do you need from me ?"
"Supplies mostely, and perhaps a favour or two. And I would like to arrange for one of your Ambulances to pass by at least once per month."
And so both men discussed trade, supplies, scarce and not so scarce commodities and many other things till late in the night. Both aware that now they both would be buisy for a long time, and cherishing the few moments together. As family.