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Cafe of Freeport 1 - Captain - 01-15-2009
it was an easy evening for the bartender at freeport 1,
some corsairs walked into the bar and where stripped of weapons, like every visitor
they didnt seem to hate it, one of the corsairs was new and he saw a poster hanging on the wall
it was saying Freeport 1 "Laws", hmm interesting.
at the bar the bartender was busy sorting out the massive shipment of many different kinds of liquir
and other suply's, well those cretean rhum goes the fastest, hmm as well as the tea, strange.
it was a coming and going of many trader vessels, some with escort some without,
the bartender hangs a poster next to the Fp1 laws poster and thinks: well if it keeps this busy I might
need some help behind the bar, the poster contained the following text.
HELP WANTED,
always wanted a safe job, then we might have one for you
we offer: good salary, great interactions with many different people
the only thing we ask that you remember the liquir list,
we have an total of 48 different types of liquir, 37 of them are import,
rest is made at this freeport, we serve the best dishes of omega 3, please keep in mind
that no personal brawls are allowed,
//keep it in RP
Cafe of Freeport 1 - Seth Karlo - 01-15-2009
Syana sighed.
It had been a long day, flying patrols around Omega 7, shooting an Outcast patrol and generally being the good gal.
She fell into a chair by the bar, and waved the barman over, who spent most of the time looking at her breasts rather than her face. She leaned forwards, exposing cleavege and put two fingers under his chin, pulling it up and forcing him to look at her eyes.
"I'm here, not there" she said, winking at him. "I'll have a large glass of wine please, finest you have"
The barman nodded quickly and scurried off to get it. Syana yawned, and turned to look at the room...
Cafe of Freeport 1 - jammi - 01-15-2009
The Shire class Transport, Bramall , was moored to the side to the Freeport, taking on supplies and loading on fuel, away from the high fuel tax zones of Cambridge. Andrew Maloney paced his bridge irratably, eager to be away from the station. Several of the junior crew members had decided to the contray and as their Director waited, headed down to the Pilot's Bar.
"'Cor, bloody 'ell... Never thought I'd be this close to one of them 'Sairs without em shooting at me, eh Will?" The man that had accompanied the lanky youth in nodded silently, sizing up several of the Hispanic raiders as he did so.
The mood soured a little as the Bretonians picked their way over to the bar, drawing glances from many of the less, 'reputable' patrons. The lanky youth shot a glance at the woman seated further down the counter and made a clumsy attempt at a wink. The barkeep put on a highly practiced artificial smile and leaned forward.
"How may I help you gentemen?"
Cafe of Freeport 1 - Doc Holliday - 01-17-2009
After a long security shift, the crew of the I.K.S. Vor'tcha entered the base after docking their ship. The commander was in his long robe and jewels and was in his usual cranky mood. With him was his first officer carrying a large case. Matok was a menacing figure, a tall, well built "humanoid" and very rugged in appearance. Klingons often drew looks from the unknown and had grown used to it.
To the patrons, the conversation between the two men was unknown, as the strange looking humanoids made there way to the bar where the case was delivered to the waiting bartender.
"Thank you, Matok," he said and then nodded to the first officer, "and you to, Dakaar." Tired, Dakaar retired to rest while Matok remained.
"This is the latest shipment of our Blood Wine," he said, "much more will be here soon."
"I appreciate your promptness," he replied.
"Any good info of late?" asked Matok quietly.
The bartender shook his head and quietly said, "no. It's been quiet for the time being. Any Nomads?"
"Not lately," replied the warrior, "we haven't been into the Omicrons since all the trouble around here. If you need me, I will be at my usual table reviewing my logs." He then went to a corner table with a bottle of the wine he had just delivered.
As he headed to it, he glanced at the Bretonians at the bar. He said nothing but his look wasn't threatening but wasn't welcoming either. To a Corsair alone at a table, he just nodded. He didn't trust entirely them but he did respect them for one of them coming to his aid long before. Finding his seat, he poured a drink, muttered a few Klingon words, took a shot and then began reviewing his charts on a small wrist com.
Cafe of Freeport 1 - jammi - 01-17-2009
"Sam, I think we'd best be going now." The lanky youth, now identified as Sam, made a few last ditch attempts to attract the woman's attention without actually speaking to her before turning to Will, who was just placing his empty mug on the bar surface.
"M'n." Will shook his head and pulled out a communicator, which showed that the Bramall was fully refueled and ready for departure.
"The Bramall is ready, and Mr. Maloney's going to be annoyed if we're late." Will turned to leave, Sam following him despondently a few moments later. On the way out he noticed a funny looking man sitting in the corner, and not too subtly, or polietly gawped at him. The man returned him a calm glare of someone who was used to it, sending a shiver down his spine.
He hurried out the door, the atmosphere becoming markedly less awkward with their passing.
Cafe of Freeport 1 - Captain - 01-17-2009
A small group of armed men entered the Cafe, the security notices it was archer and the crew of the Alcmaria vitrix,
well well said archer, he looked around and saw corsairs, some klingon,bretonians,hessians. its crowded as usual, good meals
very good drinks, everything an man or woman needs
a small package of papers where handed over to Archer,Security level
possible threads, *pfff* place it on my desk, now my crew needs to eat and drink,
Cafe of Freeport 1 - Banza - 01-18-2009
1, 2, 3... 10 holes... *thinking* Hm...
This time they almost...
*Payne calls a mechanic in the hanger that was uselessly observing ships*
I should be in space in three days. If you would be so kind to spare some time for repair of my tin can.
*Payne reaches into his pockets and takes out a small diamond and hands it to the mechanic.*
It will all be done in two days sir. I recommend that you stop by the par, we have all sorts of drinks here.
*mechanic winks*
...
*Payne sits in the corner and waves to the barman.*
Sake!
*Barmen chuckles, and leaves. While he was waiting, Payne looks at the faces in the bar.*
Lets find some job while we are here.
Cafe of Freeport 1 - Ash - 01-18-2009
Tom stepped into the bar and briefly took a look at the scene before him. His eyes scanned the room until a bottle hurtled towards him from one of the tables. The bottle narrowly missed his head had it not been for his tight reflexes that made him recoil from it.
"Get outta here Fex'a you piece of trash! We don't like your kind here."
Said a man from the table the bottle had come from.
Tom only scowled in reply. For he knew this man but was wise enough not to get tangled with him again.
"I woulda' had you off the barera if it weren't for that stupid girl! You know it Fex'a! You'l get whats comin to you."
The man was clearly drunk and it was only a matter of time before he was hauled out by his scruff by the gaurds. Neutrality is tough on these Zoner bases, and it's best not to mess with 'em. They shouldn't be underestimated by their peaceful means, cos their kind can pack one hell of a punch. Tom knew this both from personal experience but still decided to keep the knife in his boot secret.
He strolled over to the bar and ordered a Southampton Shrapnel and called the news tablet down the bar.
Cafe of Freeport 1 - Captain - 01-18-2009
While watching all kind of people he notices a small group drinks too much,
suddenly one of the drunk group throwed a bottle towards an just entering geust, he missed,
'Well we have some bussines to take care of said archer, and the rest of the crew followd him towards the drunk group. oke lads, you are now escorted out of this bar, silently the group was escorted out the bar.
an half hour later the crew of Alcmaria Vitrix and Archer returns to their tables.
Cafe of Freeport 1 - wedge antilles - 01-18-2009
Freeport 1 hmmm this were I'll start..AI com freeport 1 AI send message : Seeking information on Exile ,(SF),BSG,
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AI have freeport 1 AI transfer this message to all other freeports an bars.
end com.