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-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Drunken Junker - 11-08-2010
![[Image: Bar3.png]](http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z480/Nervod/Bar3.png)
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Congressmen Andrew Beast, Governor of Inverness
and Congressman Tim Finnegan, Clan Chief of House Gordon,
are proud to announce the Grand Opening of
The Drunken Junker Pub
Invergordon Station, Inverness
-on the Promenade deck, across from the Port Authority offices-
-~-
![[Image: CongLounge.png]](http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z480/Nervod/CongLounge.png)
-~-
Junkers, smugglers, pirates, and other 'undesirables' will find warm welcome here
Consort and relax in comfort with the finest selection of hand-crafted Ales, Stouts and Porters,
as well as imported libations, spirits, and smokes.
Accompanied by a menu of only the finest in culinary delights,
both rare and exquisite, prepared by the best chefs in Sirius.
-~-
![[Image: Bartender.png]](http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z480/Nervod/Bartender.png)
-~-Your crews can find respite in an eclectic and hospitable atmosphere,
in a decor that only the Junkers can put together,
blending the modern with the antique,
the far off frontier with known space.
-~-
![[Image: BlueBar.png]](http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z480/Nervod/BlueBar.png)
-~-
Away from prying eyes, and in the finest tradition of Junker discretion,
our patented sound-dampening tables are the perfect place to conduct sensitive business.
While you sample the finest Cask-Aged Whiskeys available,
our Cargomasters will swiftly expedite even the most sensitive of cargo transfers, repairs, and refueling.
-~-
![[Image: Bouncer.png]](http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z480/Nervod/Bouncer.png)
-~-
Looking to get off the grid, lay low for a time, or just raise hell?
Our docking and billing databases are Lane Hacker-guaranteeed Ironclad.
Your secrets are safe here.
This is what we do. Let us do it for you.
-~-
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - TFinnegan - 11-08-2010
Tim Finnegan stands at the bar, a half full flagon of Invergordon Black Ale sits next to an upside down shotglass resting in a ring of whiskey on the alloy bartop. -A salute to fallen comrades-
Andrew Beast smiles and signals the seven foot tall man-mountain Dekker, and the great bronze and copper portal slides open.
First day of business.
The register will stay closed.
This one's on the house.
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - JunkerTown - 11-08-2010
****Incoming Encrypted Transmission****
***Comms Signature: James Trenton***
**Ship Identification: .:j:.JunkerTown**
*Station ID: Vieques, Puerto Rico*
Transmission Begins
***Comms Signature: James Trenton***
**Ship Identification: .:j:.JunkerTown**
*Station ID: Vieques, Puerto Rico*
Transmission Begins
Well ya boys have finally done it! Great to see you gettin the bar in order and I'll be sure to get my crew over there asap. See ya fellas soon and great job!
~Transmission ends~
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Darkard - 11-08-2010
McMillan was stood in the Entrance as it opened.
"Its about time, I wer' gettin' quite thirsty out 'ere" He said with a smile as he stepped in, flashing his Congress ID at Dekker as he passed him. He nodded at the proprietors as he walked up to meet them.
"Beast, Finnegan" McMillan took a look around "I like what y' done wi' place. Very nice."
McMillan made a small lap of the bar as he looked around. He stopped to look at himself in the bars polished surface.
"Y' know, this nice shine y' got on't place wont last Aha. B't still..." He looked through into the Congress Lounge and then at Tess in particular as she brushed herself down in the corner. "A, think a'l 'ave t' claim me a littl' corner 'ere lads" He said as he walked back up to the pair and leant on the bar.
![[Image: McMillanAtTheBar.png]](http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k53/Darkard_2006/McMillanAtTheBar.png)
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - TFinnegan - 11-09-2010
Finn tosses back another shot of whiskey and sets the empty beside the small armada of empties, upended, on the bartop.
"Mac, ye git."he says."quit starin' at Tess, willya? Dekker's got enough ta worry on, wifout ye wand'rin off drunk ta go 'accidentally' bump into th' lass." He raises an eyebrow.
"Oi did wish to talk to ye o' this 'ere Phantom problem we got goon on, 'ese days." he says with a frown.
"Ye still got tha' fancy 'recycler o' yers docked nearby? We may be needin' it soon, an' sure."
Murphy walks up unsteadily to the group. "Cap'm," he slurrs.
"got a comm 'ere from Rochester. Systems says tha' lass Glover's been hangin aboot the skies there, an' tha bloody Phantom, Bane, been seen in th' area." He sways a bit, and hiccups. "They's ask wha' we go oot there n' 'ave a look see, Cap'm."
Finn smacks his cane into the deck with a crack.
"Right! Looks like time's come sooner 'an later." He straightenes his kilts, and motions to Johnny to clean up the bar.
"Mac, lad. Ye joinin us?"
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - TFinnegan - 11-14-2010
Returning to the Drunken Junker after a tour brought a smile to Finnegan's normally grim countenance.
He patted Dekker on his huge slab of a shoulder as he stomped up the stairs to his new offices, still using his titanium-tipped cane, more for show these days than necessity.
It had been a busy few days. That Phantom dissolved into the black as soon as the Congress had fielded a few tracking vessels. The Coalition scientists he'd done some scrapping for still hadn't returned his calls, which was concerning. Of course, the 26 million credits he'd made hauling some black market booty for the Rogues and Hessians had more than made up for that.
He leaves the door to his office open as he falls into his overstuffed leather chair, crosses his feet on his desk and, hands behind his head, falls into a much needed nap.
Murph, a pack of Mollys in for refuelling, and a couple grungy miners huddle near the fireplace. the sound of dice can be heard under the drunken irish accents. Accompanied by moans and cheers.
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Drunken Junker - 11-15-2010
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Hail, Hail!
The gang's all here!
Leave your worries at the door, boy they're not goin' anywhere!
---Hand-hammered by diamond chisel into a rough piece of ablative hull plating hanging over the entrance to the Drunken Junker, this placard greets all who enter.
For those who stay until closing, or more importantly, those who are sober enough to remember it, the entirety of this ancient hymn is sung nightly, loudly and drunkenly, in rememberance and respect for those Gordon Junkers who came before.
To hear them sing, click here!
Hail, Hail!
The gang's all here!
Leave your worries at the door, boy they're not goin' anywhere!
---Hand-hammered by diamond chisel into a rough piece of ablative hull plating hanging over the entrance to the Drunken Junker, this placard greets all who enter.
For those who stay until closing, or more importantly, those who are sober enough to remember it, the entirety of this ancient hymn is sung nightly, loudly and drunkenly, in rememberance and respect for those Gordon Junkers who came before.
To hear them sing, click here!
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - munsan_009 - 11-17-2010
"cpt.John enters the bar with two of his crew mates, he give them a hand sign to stay by the door"
"He goes over to the bartender and order a cold ale, he looks around the bar only a handfull of people and no one of intress"
"He ask the bartender for any good rumors and slid over one hundred credits"
...
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Drunken Junker - 11-18-2010
Declan MacTavish towers over the two sentries placed at the door.
With his arms crossed, paired slug-throwers are within inches of his dangling fingers.
He raises one eyebrow and smiles knowingly as he looks down at them.
This behavior is not unusual here.
Johnny peers over his glasses at the crednotes on the bartop as he slides a pint of Invergordon Black Ale at the stranger.
"Rumors, aye?" he asks. "Plenty o' them around. Loose lips y'know..." He wipes the foam from the bartop with his towel, and the crednote seems to vanish.
"Tell ya what, son." he leans in conspiritorially. "You stay close to Liberty, aye? I 'ear there's going to be a ruckus comin' soon. Might mean some work for a fella what likes to pop off at th' law." he winks and pockets the crednote dangling from his fingertips.
"Keep yer eyes peeled for them Hellfire Legionnaires. Seems certain Congressmen been feedin' them intel on Naval movements....for one reason or another, I aint gonna say."
He leans back, an evil grin on his face.
"Might be there's some lawmen what's gonna get jumped. Might not, of course. But if ye keep yer ears open and your eyes peeled, well ya never know, do ya?"
He moves off to serve Tess some drinks at the end of the bar.
Behind the smoked glass of the Congress Private Lounge doors, figures can be seen in heated debate.
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Darkard - 11-19-2010
McMillan lifted the the glass of whisky of the tray as Tess began to set down the drinks.
"Very nice love" said McMillan with a wide smile on his face. Tess' reaction to McMillans blatent attempt at charm was unreadable. Presumably because she had been well briefed on how to handle amourus Junkers, it could also have been because McMillan came across as a bit creapy. McMillan was unfazed by this however and continued to grin.
"Right anyway" He said, turning back to the gathering "I wanna start buildin' a few bridges an' that. Times a' starting t' get... yeah, y' all kno' what a' mean." There was a general mumbling amongst the listeners. "I wer' thinking Planetform might be a good start. Beasts already 'ad some dealings wi' them an' I figured there might be some services that ar' compatible. Dangerous terrains an' that. What'cha think?"