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Another locker - Blodwyn O'Driscoll - 06-09-2015
- 4/5/822 AS - Barrier Gate Station -
Her ship did just dock on the station, Bay 3 hangar 9, and Blodwyn was already wondering :
Whoy d'hell oy's comin' 'ere, in d'foirst place, alreaday ? Lass, dun be a fool, d'lad won't probably support oos, nor would he spare yer mates. Un' e'en oif he founds aout d'missing datas, what would he be able tae do against d'Crown, d'head o' an entoire house ?
Oif only oy could be shure he'd do sumtin' , but oy ain't
She stepped out of her Starblazer, went down the stairs, and was about to take off her helmet.
Oy moight keep it on
Blodwyn thought.
Fer shure, oy dun want tae be recognoized in dhis place.Tis e'en worse den freeport wun.
The infamous molly laughed at this last thought.
How a place could be less safe dan a zone' base ?
At least oy shouldnae cross d'padh o' 'sairs, 'ere.
Anyway, lass, ye just gotta rent a locker 'ere, ye dun need tae spend yer whole loife 'ere nor ye have tae drown yesel' intae some cheap alcohol 'ere... dhat can wait fer a few hours, aye ?
Keep yer moind focused, lass, tis nae toime tae drink.
So rentin' a locker, shouldnae be hard in dhat koind o' place, just ask someone, un' tis done !
Un' take off dhat helmet, dhis be ridiculous naow !
And so she did, letting loose her hairs while she walked through the corridors.
Instinctively she followed the sound of a rhythmic music she slightly perceived, and of those more obvious neon signs she couldn't read.
Fate or coincidence, the place she was heading to was a bar.
The usual crowd could be found here, hunters, independant traders, shady smugglers, the local bruiser, and so on.
She smirked.
Roight, shouldnae be much different frem home.
She whispered while she was proceeding to toward the bartender.
Pour mae a glass o 'skey, un a point o' beer, laddie.
She said, knocking on the bar itself.
Also , oy would loike tae rent a locker, o' sumtin' similar.
Is dere any 'round d'place ?
Yes madam, you can find them just outside the docking bays.
Wincing, she muttered :
Roight, tank ye , lad. Oy'll be headin' dhis way, den.
She emptied her two glasses in one gulp one after the other.
Damnu air ! Whoy d'hell, have oy tae get lost in every station oy have tae go, especially when it comes tae foind d'darn lockers !
She asked to herself.
Well maybe oy'll take anoder drink o' twelve. Fer, tis nae loike oy's in a rush, roighto ?
A few more drinks later, she was involved in a heated debate with the barman :
Lad, ye's lissen ; boye t'oime, dey're nae more forces o' d'brets in Dub', un' all o' its people did chose tae create a new political entity, when d'former government came aout in force, tis nae more den an invasion. Loike d'koosarian un' d'gauls did in Leeds.
Nae more nae less.
Tis d'exact contrary o' what's a democracy !
Un' dat's d' Crux o' d' madder.
Tis also exatly what d'people o' Dublin had tae suffer frem d'Bretonian dicatorship !
So Oy's askin' yees, tae whom belongs d'place ? tae its people o' tae d'foreign occupying forces ?
Naow, oy's shure ye're gettin' d'situation.
Anyway, oy won't bodher ye nae more wid dhis.Un' oy've got tings tae sort aout.
'ere's fer ye.
After Blodwyn left to the bartender what she owned, and a few tips, she headed back toward the docking bay, where she hoped she could find the famous lockers.
And not so long after, she had to face the enigmatic automatons
So let oos see who's d'best bewteen d'human o' machoine
She shouted to the inanimate object.
She was smirking at the untranslatable symbols that were scrolling on the sreen of each locker.
Ye ain't gonna beat mae, dhis toime.
She, then, started to hit frenetically the buttons of a seemingly random locker, until some etheral female voice made itself heard :
Please insert credit card and select a password for the chosen locker...
Please insert credit card and select a password for the chosen locker...
Please insert credit card and select a password for the chosen locker...
Dhat, oy do unnestand, feckless machoine ! Un' naow who's gonna win dhis round, eh ?
She grinned at the poor locker she did set her sight on, after she inserted some sirius credit card in the machine's slot.
Please select a password ...
Please select a password ...
Please select a password ...
She carefully and slowly typed some numbers on a panel of the locker.0.7.5.2.
It suddenly opened and a card came out of the machine from another slot
Roight, dat wasnae so hard, afte' all.
Please don't forget your pass card ...
Please don't forget your pass card ...
Oy dun need ye tae tell mae what tae do, machoine.
She said, answering to automaton, while she was picking up the card.
Blodwyn stared at it for a while, trying to decipher the secrets contained in the mystics symbols written.
Dhis be pointless. Oy'll troy dhis when oy'll have more toime tae spend on dhis.
So back tae d'business.
The red-haired woman took a gold plated data recorder from her bag and put it in the open locker, then proceeded to close it.
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Thank you for using xmund7 technologies...
Oh c'mon ! Téigh trasna ort féin !
She grunted, already showing her back to the machine.
Oy wish oy add more datas tae offer on dhis madder, but dhis should be enough tae start.
She thought as she was reaching the docking bays.
RE: Another locker - Stuffz - 06-09-2015
- The same place, a few days later -
Andrew sighed as he walked through the docking bay. Barrier Gate Station of all places..
What was the problem with a simple Zoner Freeport? Omega 3 would have been much closer and Freeport 1 a lot nicer. Mollys..
A pilot of the Armed Forces has no business with the scum of the universe that gathered here.
Or that's what he'd like to tell himself, if he wasn't here as part of some deal with a Molly, quite clearly defying his orders regarding that organization.
Alright... lockers...
He quickly spotted them just outside the docking bays. Reaching into his pockets he produced a card that should fit into one of those apparently.
Now where is it..
Slowly he began walking down the row of lockers, checking for the one matching his card, when he suddenly froze.
He suddenly realized that this could easily be an ambush, that she had just set him up.
Narrowing his eyes he glanced to either side of him, but could only make out some rough looking Freelancers heading for the bar.
He exhaled and leaned against one of the lockers.
She wouldn't.. right..?
He shook his head. Surely not. Not like this.
Slowly he looked to the side, reading the numbers on the locker next to him. Then he read them again. And again.
...
Finally he understood why they seemed so familiar as he compared them to the ones on the card he was holding.
Guess I found it already..
For a few seconds he just stared at the locker. Taking another look around him, he finally inserted the card, making the thing open itself.
Reaching inside, he pulled out the data recorder that was put there.
There we go.
He sincerely hoped that this thing was worth all the hassle he had to go through to get to this damned lawless corner of space.
After closing the locker again, the machine quickly ate his card and printed a nice "Thank You!" message on its display.
Shrugging, he put the recorder into his pockets and turned around, making his way back to his rented ship, some old and rusty falcon.
The sooner he was off this station, the better. He got what he wanted anyway, provided that that molly girl really had delivered what she promised.