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Barrier Gate Pub - stardust47 - 10-23-2009
So, you've come to Barrier Gate Station to do whatever you're doing there, and as you walk in and grab a drink, some of the other people in the bar look at you suspiciously. Eventually, you get a quiet seat in the corner.
Barrier Gate Pub - Garrick - 04-23-2010
Capt. Garrick and the crew of the LucrativeTransport.Inc. enter the bar. They look around and see how sparsely populated it is. "I'm surprised not many people are here as this base is so frequently visited. Get a few drinks gent's and we'll shove off here in a minute. We're waiting on our mining counterpart so they can transfer over some crew and supplies."
Winston sits down and orders some pitchers. "Well at least it's much quiter than that bar on Rochester those two individuals there taking shots at one another, claiming I'm ex RM and the other saying their ex LN.. Well wow buddies.. alot of ex military at a pirate's bar.. who'd figure."
Garrick laughs at that comment. "Well I guess we'll just sit here until the other crew shows up. Keep your eyes open boys and dont let your gaurd down. Who know's what will walk through those doors. Alot of traffic around this base and most of it is pirate related."
With that Garrick sits at the same table facing the doors and orders some drinks too. "Drink up boys, not sure how long we'll be here."
Barrier Gate Pub - Nine - 04-30-2010
Jack Sawyer strides into the bar full of confidence, waving to the bartender for a round. It had been a stressful jaunt, and this was compounded by the fact that it was supposed to be more dull than usual. Damn complications. Daniel Hunter slowly crept in, keeping out of sight before moving to where Sawyer had sat, grabbing a pint of ale on the way. He had left his crew behind to keep an eye on the ships, you could never what could happen at a station like this.
"Well.. that was fun eh?" he cheerfully said before sitting down.
Sawyer rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Fun.
"About as fun as a root canal. Last thing we need is more... 'complications.'"
"Hah, well.. in the future, lets promise to steer clear of.. that.. well pointy alien thing as Javelin pointed out" Daniel took a sip out of his glass... "Hey this ain't half bad for a station in the middle of nowhere!"
"Yeah, doesn't serve much purpose. I say let's sell the location and scans to the LSF." Sawyer put down a couple of gulps of brew and shook his head. "Definitely not Liberty Ale."
Daniel looks up and scans the room. In one corner was a couple of hunters, another... a few shabby looking fellows, likely pirates and near the bar, was what seems to be an escort. "What a sad bunch of people we are spending time with... oh hey.. look who that is." He points to a man as he walks into the bar. Mark Hammond enters the bar and starts to scan the room: an old reflex that has kept him alive this far... His eyes scan each and every face... until he recognizes the ones he knows.
"Well look who it is.. Hammond! what happened? did you fall asleep?!" Hunter lets out a hearty laugh. "Well pull up a chair and order a drink." Hammond carefully makes his way over to his friends, taking care to look nonchalant. He knows most of the people in this room would kill him and his mates slowly if they knew who they were. Sawyer gives a nod of respect to Hammond. Winces at the noise that Hunter makes. Daniel lets out a sigh. "Relax a little guys, nobody heard anything importance..." he looks at a group of pirates as they cheer gleefully after the end of a successful drinking game "Besides.. compared to them... I was quiet as a mouse."
"Thanks.. I need one. That flying POS I got decided it wanted the day off. If anything, the mechanics out here can literally make any part from bubble gum and tape. Gonna take a few more hours though, I got the bad part out... gotta wait for he mechanic to sober up." Hammond chuckles, then nods back to Sawyer. "So, what did I miss?"
"Just about everything. We," he looks around, lowering his voice, "we found the wreck of a smuggler out in the ice field. Long story short, Outcasts are trying to infect California Minor by getting Cardamine into the terraforming gas."
Hammond let out a low whistle. "That's a nasty turn of events....."
"That's not it," Daniel suddenly turns a bit more serious.
"Oh?" asks Hammond. "Would kinda suck one day to wake up and leave for work and suddenly realize you're not quite right..."
"Bloody aliens," Sawyer breaths, making sure that no one heard that. No need to attract attention to that nasty piece of business.
"Nomads here in Coronado?" Now Hammond as concerned: it was hard enough not to get gutted by humans... but the Nomads were... a worse fate.
"Not them. Whatever it was was old. Older than us. Maybe older than Nomads. But it killed a man." Sawyer took another pull of his neglected drink. He needed it.
"Poor bastard, had blood rushing out of every hole in his face" Daniel points out, then sits back a little. "Not our problem, we'll steer clear of it... maybe sell the location and scans to the LSF."
"Yeah let the LSF take care of it. We will have to have our... "Employers" filter that info so it doesn't lead back to us. I'm not sure the LSF knows about us" Hammond was sensing the urgency.
"Now.. that Cardamine factory is another story," Daniel cautiously looks around. "I'm thinking, we might wish to make some discrete inquiries."
Hammond imagined bleeding from all the holes in his face. His drink arrives and he takes a long pull from it. Glad it wasn't me. "Talk around here is cheap.... If your pockets are deep"
Sawyer nods. "We should probably..."
He's cut short by the entrance of four men into the bar. Sawyer makes eye contact for a moment, then he gazes into his beer as if the secrets of life are in it.
"Don't look now... trouble just walked in. Bleedin' Children of Conviction. I suggest we make ourselves scarce, don't want another... 'incident.'" The last 'incident' had been violent, and ended in an agreement of mutual ignorance. However, he didn't want to test that...
"All right, I'll go kick the mechanic and go back to fixing that engine.." Hammond finished his drink and got up to leave. "Later on guys." With that, Hammond left.
Daniel nods to Hammond and slowly gets up "Till next time" he makes his way cautiously out another entrance, not looking back.
Not to draw attention, Sawyer quietly sits for another thirty seconds, sipping his drink, before he too leaves the bar.
Barrier Gate Pub - MB52 - 05-12-2010
Jessica Porter enters the pub cautiously, taking note of its patrons. It was quiet, for now. She made her way towards the back, her hand on a concealed pistol tucked into her jacket pocket. She was wearing plain civilian clothing.
She normally would not come to such a dangerous place, but she had heard rumors of Chris Dagen being seen here. Perhaps she could find some sort of leads as to what happened to him or where he has gone. The ThunderBay was back in Omicron Minor for refueling and repairs, so she had taken an unmarked Hawk with freelancer identifications.
As she sat she noticed a few half drunken pirates take notice of her, but they did not move from where they sat. Her grip on the pistol tightened slightly. Trouble would be expected, but she felt the reward outweighed the risk.
Barrier Gate Pub - Mr.Fabulous - 05-12-2010
The doors to the bar opened slowly, but roughly, by a robotic arm that grasped tightly on the metallic rims, almost to the point of bending the framework of the door just be the sheer power of that limb; and inside came only one man...
This guy looked like he was reaching his 70's, but the atmosphere around him foretold he wasn't just some run-off-the-mill-veteran. He had snow-white hair and a similarly-colored full beard, but it didn't show any signs of baldness. His eyes, despite having numerous wrinkles, showed an extremely fiery and youthful spirit.
He was pitted with 6 horrible-looking scars on his face alone, two that intersected both his eyes, one that looked like a gunshot from the side barely missing his forehead by mere millimeters, one that scarred his right cheek with a very jagged and blunt laceration, and the last two were on the other cheek, parallel to each other, like some massive claw almost suceeded in tearing his face off.
He was 2 meters high, had a chiseled, rock-solid build and large limbs that looked like they could snap metal rods with ease. His chest was large, and he stood with a very confident poise. His left arm was replaced with a shiny, armor-plated robotic implement that, although it didn't seem to have any built-in weapon systems, looked strong enough to take down a man's neck with one, quick squeeze.
His clothes looked like they went through a million gunfights and a thousand explosions, and went through the fires of hell and back: his open, long-sleeved, brown, ankle-deep, war-torn, bullet-riddled, pocket-lined trenchcoat was spikey and ripped at every cuff and hem; he wore a black, heavily-patched bullet-proof vest underneath; he also wore a desert-patterned Camo Military-designed Cargo pants where two black pistols were fastened to the sides of its silver-buckled leather belt; and his boots were so ragged and battle-torn they looked like they were ready to fall apart any second. He also wore a dog-tag that seems to have taken a shot itself.
As he walked into the bar, all eyes that fell upon him couldn't help but wonder what would be this guy's next move. He walked towards the bar station with heaviness in every step, his mouth sporting a devilish grin, and his movements showed he was not afraid at all: on the contrary, he looked calm and at home despite the uneasy and tense air around him.
When he finally sat down on a chair with a quick thud, the bartender slowly walked towards him and asked, "So what's your poison... Katarn?"
The old man's heavy face lifted up and looked straight at the bartender's eyes with a daring stare and said, "You know what I want, Jeremy... Black Grog, three mug-fulls, 65% alchohol content, and for side-orders I'll have a Samson's Fist, Well-done."
After the bartender went to get his order, he looked at the other people around, still wearing the grin he had, and said to himself loudly, "Looks like today's gonna be lots of fun! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Barrier Gate Pub - Daerune - 05-12-2010
A drunk pirate sat up from his group his friends encouraging him as he starts to make his way to Jessica stumbling a bit as his 'mates' laughed at him as he did so. He approached the table starting to speak incoherently at first but then at least got a bit understandable. "ish 'ave." was about all the man was able to say before a elbow came around the side hitting him in the head and forcing him to crash to the floor whip lashing his head and knocking him out. "Easy tiger, I got this one." with out even so much as looking at Jessica he slid into the seat across from her. "Whats a fine girl like you doing in a place like this?" The mans hood was up but his face would still be visible having no organization insignia having just a long sleeved thin jersey and black jeans, the only visible skin would have been his face.
Barrier Gate Pub - Kazinsal - 05-12-2010
Vice Commander Vadim Petrov of the Children of Conviction walked in. His steps clanked against the metal ground as his metal-clad body moved across the open floor to the center of the bar. He waved three steel fingers at the bartender and took off his helmet, revealing his entire face, scars and marks visible to the open. He grabbed a small piece of fabric from a pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow. The bartender handed him his drink.
He looked around the room for some familiar faces, but none could be found.
His eye caught a young woman sitting in the back sipping her drink. Her civilian clothing was simple and plain, and her hand stuck firmly in her pocket. Vadim picked up his helmet and his all-important drink and walked over to the small table that she sat at.
"Mind if I take a seat?" he asked politely.
Barrier Gate Pub - Mr.Fabulous - 05-12-2010
The old vet immediately noticed that the woman who seemed to be called "Jessica" was being mobbed by all sorts of people. He quickly inspected the "star attraction's" composition:
The woman looked very plain and humble. Not much flash in her to prompt anything, and neither was she very note-worthy. "Meh... Skinny and dainty, like most women..." He said to himself.
But upon closer inspection he noticed her pistol on her side, and it looked like she wasn't afraid to use it. She also had an air of professionalism, of itchy-trigger-finger, of mercenary, "Mmmmmh... At least she's got some fight in her... hahah!"
Those things didn't prompt for a visit closer just yet, but saw it was starting to grow tenious. He kept half his ear on that group while turning towards the bartender for his order: 3 black-frothed mugs and a plate of honey-roasted Katanuhwan leg sizzled almost black landed in front of the hungry old man, who didn't waste any time digging into his meal.
"So what story do you have to tell, Kats?" Jeremy the bartender called out as he continued cleaning an empty shotglass.
Katarn drank a full mug to drown a mouthful of meat in his mouth before responding, "Ah, t'was not so fun, Jer, hah! I swear there's not much fun around here than compared to the 80-year war I had lots of fun...
"As I came here, I intercepted some group who looked like they were just about to turn things exciting, HAHA! ... But... t'was treated boringly in the end. This Bretonian Destroyer, HMS-Repulse, had caught some bloke who was travelin' from the Tau systems to Leeds: the ship was... the Maverick, I think? Ah... memory's still not too good, it seems...
"Anyway, this Maverick was caught, and it seems he was tryin to escape from Liberty to the Brets! Buuuut... " He grabs another mouthful of meat and chews it down, then swallows it before continuing on, "The Repulse didn't approve of the ship bein there, cause of the potential tensions it would do on the relations between them and Liberty, I thinks?
"Ah... The young bugger cooperated with the destroyer, and high-tailed it back to the taus, as far as I saw... wimps, I call the crew o' that ship! They should've fought for the right to enter Breto! At least that would've been a LOT more fun than throwing in the towel, HAHAHAHAA!!!" He forks a piece at the bartender.
The bartender turns a worried face at the old vet, "You've always had a weird view of 'fun', Kats... thrill-seeking violence, HAH! I'm surprised you even thought Sugerland was lots of fun, too, when others would despise the place--"
"It WAS fun, Jer. You should've been there back in '83! A full-on riot was there, and I was in the MIDDLE of it! Can you think of anything more thrilling than 57 lasershots simultaneously whizzing about your head?! I know I CAN, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I even got a souveneir from that riot to boot!" He points to the one scar on his forehead.
The bartender sighs to himself, shaking his head at just how many times poor Katarn Dragonbourne was close to death, getting into the thickest of fights just to get the thrill of it...
"Anyway, Jer... Ya don't havta worry 'bout me no longer. Those days seem to be behind me, I'm afraid... ever since I lost my arm... " He looks deeply at his robotic arm with heavy eyes, "I sure would love to be young again, and then relive all those great memories... Ah... those were the days..." He pauses for a minute before gulping down another mug of grog.
Barrier Gate Pub - MB52 - 05-12-2010
' Wrote:A drunk pirate sat up from his group his friends encouraging him as he starts to make his way to Jessica stumbling a bit as his 'mates' laughed at him as he did so. He approached the table starting to speak incoherently at first but then at least got a bit understandable. "ish 'ave." was about all the man was able to say before a elbow came around the side hitting him in the head and forcing him to crash to the floor whip lashing his head and knocking him out. "Easy tiger, I got this one." with out even so much as looking at Jessica he slid into the seat across from her. "Whats a fine girl like you doing in a place like this?" The mans hood was up but his face would still be visible having no organization insignia having just a long sleeved thin jersey and black jeans, the only visible skin would have been his face.
She looked over the hooded man carefuly. "Oh, my hero, though.. I coulda dealt with him " she looked down to the pirate on the floor. "I came here to find clues as to your location, I didn't expect to see you here" She stopped and looked up at another man that was approaching.
' Wrote:Vice Commander Vadim Petrov of the Children of Conviction walked in. His steps clanked against the metal ground as his metal-clad body moved across the open floor to the center of the bar. He waved three steel fingers at the bartender and took off his helmet, revealing his entire face, scars and marks visible to the open. He grabbed a small piece of fabric from a pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow. The bartender handed him his drink.
He looked around the room for some familiar faces, but none could be found.
His eye caught a young woman sitting in the back sipping her drink. Her civilian clothing was simple and plain, and her hand stuck firmly in her pocket. Vadim picked up his helmet and his all-important drink and walked over to the small table that she sat at.
"Mind if I take a seat?" he asked politely.
She smiled up at the man " Well, Sir.. you appear to have come too late, I already have someone here to drink with " she turned to the hooded man "Unless of course this man is a friend of yours?" She sat back a little and pulled her hand from the pocket, releasing her grip on the concealed weapon. "We've some.. business to discuss"
Barrier Gate Pub - Mr.Fabulous - 05-12-2010
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She sat back a little and pulled her hand from the pocket, releasing her grip on the concealed weapon. "We've some.. business to discuss"
The old man sighed a breath of disappointment at just how the "fun" was about to end boringly (at least according to him)
"Ah... Looks like the lass has it under control, it seems... meh." The old vet continued drinking his evil-looking grog as it appeared to calm down, "... But..." He eyed the possibility at what this 'business' might turn out to be, "Mmmmh... Maybe it might not be a lost cause..."
After finishing that last piece of meat on the plate, he reached for his left pistol with his right hand, and grabbed his final mug with the left, then turned his chair half-way facing to the group.
Jeremy knew what the old vet was planning to do and whispered to him, "HEY! This isn't what you expect it to be---"
"How should WE know?" The old man's grin became devilish once again, "This may turn out into something better than I first expected, if they play their cards right... Hopefully, there WILL be some fun going on around here, huhuhuh..."