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"Salus Omnibus" - lw'nafh - 07-10-2010
The Coronado system, it's full of secluded areas, unexplored, even... Who knows what lies in some of the niches that is that icy system. Away from the dead worlds, deeper inside the barrier ice nebula than even the gate station, lies an old luxury liner, the bow lodged inside an asteroid. It could have been several centuries old, not that anyone cared. However, unlike any other derelict hulk of a vessel you might find throughout Sirius, you could say this one was alive... The rear decks of the ship, up to the section lodged in the asteroid, was active, so-to-speak.
Mmmm, yes, quite some time ago... A man by the name of Jason Wight, had found the hulk while exploring that little bit of Sirius, he wasn't a scrapper, but he needed somewhere to make his own - and that was it. Months were spent, bringing the old rig to semi-operational status, and when he did, he felt the need to offer a... Haven, for those who needed one... And so, he christened this place, "Salus Omnibus" - Safety For All.
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The inside of this, 'wreck'? It was rather... Makeshift. Through the decades of decay, the superstructure had been damaged considerably. But Jason and his friends had done well to keep it together, and make the atmosphere more lively. The halls had been painted brightly where it was once boring grey steel and the internal lighting had been completely redone. What -was- the observation deck, had been converted into a bar of sorts. The two foot thick glass panes which allowed you to look outside had been repaired, or even refitted, it was hard to tell. That room also had the majority of the remaining shield power, to keep the glass from breaking due to a rogue asteroid, like the rest of the ship, it was brightly painted, inside it were men and women from all around Sirius, and some who seemingly weren't. Then there was Jason, in his little spot behind the bar. Behind him were two crudely written signs; "Tails Eat Free" and "All Guns? No Service".
OOC bit: You can power-game Jason a bit, within reason. :3
"Salus Omnibus" - Trim - 07-10-2010
Ruthless, the unlawful Mercenary was looking around the Coronado system, in search of a target, guessing which way he'd gone. Minutes later of Cruising he found himself by an old Luxury Liner wreck, the bow being somewhat consumed by an asteroid.
"Well, i suppose he could've gone in there, and if he isn't then I could still make use of this place"
He landed on the Liner, but it was not like one he'd seen previously, there we signs by the landing pad saying "bar this way" and "you're almost there" painted on the inside hull. The Mercenary finally found himself in what looked like a bar. An empty place, but it looked like a nice place to call home. After taking a quick glance around the room he headed to the bartender, and sat on a bar stool.
"This place, looks amazing, the outside looks decades old, but look at it from here. Must have been some hard work redoing this thing" He took another look around.
"Salus Omnibus" - lw'nafh - 07-10-2010
Jason gives a wide grin as he watches the new arrival, resting his arms on the bar and leaning over. "Yeah, somethin' like that." He sounded Bretonian, though it's hard to tell what world he was from. "Took... I'unno... Seven or so months? Yeah, soundin' about right. Anywho, whaddya' drink?"
"Salus Omnibus" - Trim - 07-10-2010
"Say, got any of that Liberty Ale stuff?" He asked.
The bartender nodded and fetched him a drink. The Mercenary took a mouthful and breathed out deeply.
"So, where you from Mister....."
"Salus Omnibus" - lw'nafh - 07-13-2010
Jason smirked at the man's question, running his hand through his short, greying hair. "Me? Ah, well... I'm from Leeds. What aboyu you? Where'd ya start out?"
"Salus Omnibus" - Amalia - 07-13-2010
A Democritus yacht carefully navigates inside the nebula, its sensors deep scanning the space in search for the contacts that entered the cloud. The ship's hull is painted in a white-blue tone, effectively blending with the ice field and its reflections; the yacht bears the Orbital Spa and Cruise markings, although traces of older ones can be seen under the newest paint. On its side, a painting of a big snow flake is crossed by the words "The Winter Queen".
Once in proximity of the derelict Liner, the yacht comes to full stop, as if the ship was staring to its bigger cousin. All lights on the yacht are off, except one from the command bridge. After some minutes of pondering, the Democritus slowly crawls towards the Liner, gracefully dodging some ice blocks, and then docking to one if the Liner's side ports.
STAND-BY, PRESSURE EQUALIZATION IN PROGRESS... *ping* ...PRESSURE STABILIZED, WELCOME ABOARD.
The magnetic seals open and the door reveals a tall and slender shadow in the dim service lights; the newcomer walks through the corridors, her steps echoing in the empty hallways, following the signs that direct to the bar. Once at the bar's doors, the shadow enters and is revealed at the bright and colored lights.
"Well well, I just knew something interesting was going on here..." the voice, with a barely noticeable russian accent, comes from a tall woman with dark red hair and piercing green eyes; a white leather trenchcoat reveals a well shaped body enveloped in a black padded flight suit. A hand in a fingerless glove traces tle line of the bar counter with a finger, then her inquisitive eyes look around to examine the patrons and locate the bar's owner.
"Salus Omnibus" - Kazinsal - 07-14-2010
Harold Kane, a Taskmaster of the Vagrant Raiders, stepped into the Liner's bar through the sliding doors. He looked around, noting all the different people in the room. He wondered if he would be treated differently, as he was different than the others... He saw the sign behind the bar. Noting that he didn't have neither fur nor a tail, he checked his bank balance for some money.
Walking up to the bar counter, Harold turned around and looked through the room for a specific person. One person whom he had met before, and wanted to see again...
"Salus Omnibus" - Snoozzzer - 07-15-2010
Alison sat at the controls of the Athena Elegantiae, absentmindedly scratching Lavinias ears as she piloted the ship through the California system.
Where . . where are we . . where are we going? Lavinia inquired, looking timidly up at Ali.
Out of Liberty, lovey Alison replied with a smile on her face, Barrier gate, to be precise..
Areare you sure it'sSafe? Too manytoo many people
Alison sighed as she hacked the jump gate controls, sending the ship deep into the next system. It's going to be alright dear. We'll pick up new power-cells for your armor, maybe some flares to keep those pesky patrolmen from bothering you. Alison turns to look down at Lavinia, batting her eyelashes Nothing bad will happen. I've even a cloak in the back, if you insisted on it.
Lavinia nods slowly, leaning on Alison's chair, sighing, content. The ship jumps to the Coronado system, ending up several klicks from it's expected destination.
Ooo! Look at that! Alison gestured frantically at an old derelict, lights still flickering on-board. We've gotta check it out!
But . .
Come on dear, it'll be fun! Let's go explore it, shall we? Hearing this, Lavinia perked up.
Alalright, Alison.
The ship moored with the wreck, on an apparently still functional airlock. Upon moving closer to the wreck, the two could make out the faint outlines of several other craft.
Now . . See, nothing to fe- Alison gasped, holding onto Lavinia's hand, Look, bar!
Alison strode off, hauling a nervous Lavinia behind her.
"Salus Omnibus" - Osilon - 07-15-2010
Alison reaches the end of the hallway, Lavinia hiding behind her, peaking out from behind Alison's shoulder. She looks nervously around the room, her hands on Alison's shoulders.
"Salus Omnibus" - Snoozzzer - 07-15-2010
Alison walked up to the barkeep, ordering 3 shots of tequila. She looked admiringly around the room, gazing at the crumpled metal walls, the cracked bulkhead they had emerged through. She turned back to the bar.
"You've done a truly remarkable job here. How long did this all take you?" She drummed her fingers on the counter top, catching a quick glance back at her accomplice.
"And what else have you to drink?"