Hans looked at her blue eyes as she slowly sipped from the cup "Yes, I guess I am weird in my way..." he drifted a bit "Anyway, I am quite odd for a mercenary, I value my fellows welfare more than my pockets" he gives a dim laugh, "but enough about my sorry self, you'll learn it out slowly, what about you my lovely lady, what are your demons?"
"I..." he watched smiling Aurelia sitting in front of him, drinking whats left on the scotch in her cup, he then put his hand up her cheek and kissed her gently on the lips, as he split he said "lets get out of here".
He packed the bottle and headed to the bar's exit, waiting to see if Aurelia would follow.
Lachina's Lynx flew through the dark clouds in Kepler. Without nav-map Poena was virtually invisible. No scanning system would be able to spot it in this amount of radiation. Her computer was just calculating the distance and adjusting the course that her ship aligned to before she entered the cloud. She checked the radiation limit, just in case. Everything well within limits. Even Lachina had to admit this place felt creepy.
"Keep close to me" she said to Aidan, noticing her comms were buzzing even in a distance of circa 2 klicks.
She watched the computer, apparently they are only few klicks away from Poena, yet she couldn't see anything yet. Lach hoped that the computer aligned properly. Flying out of the cloud to realign would be major pain in the ass. Finally, out of nowhere Poena appeared infront of her. Immidiately the sentry guns pointed on her and Kaidan's ship.
"Stop and identify yourself, vessel." cold voice of a docking center ordered. "This is Cerise, I am taking a visit with me. Broadcasting codes now."she taped a few keys on her computer and sent the cypher. "Code confirmed and recieved. Welcome home Cerise. Hangar bay 3 has been prepared for you. Should we instruct the visitor about the rules on Poena station?" the guns powered down and the hangar bay started to open.
"I will do it." Lachina parked her ship on the pad and waited until Aidan flew in and the doors closed and the room was repressurized. She hoped out of her ship and leaned on the wall waiting for him.
Pavlichenko walked into the bar, nodding at Pierre. The bartender nodded with a smile, showing off his courtesy. Pavlichenko walked to one of the booths and sat there, grabbing her data-pad and starting to do her paperwork.
"A glorified paper pusher."
She smirked at her thought. And without notice, a waitress delivered a Tropical beer at her table. Pavlichenko gave thanks to her, and sipped it.
"But then again.. Glorified."
She thought again, as she started her work.
[13:37:45] Tyler: ****** seems butthurt and Haste seems to be going in without lube or spitting atleast on it for decency sakes.
Julian entered the bar, fresh from his cramped shuttle ride down to the hidden station. There was a tense feeling over the bar, despite the small amount of people that occupied it. As Julian handed in his vast range of hand pistols, he pulled down his hat in act of defense. He made a confident yet cautious strut to the bar and ordered a scotch on the rocks. Simple, yet effective in reliving the cramps that he had received from the pea sized shuttle.
After scanning the bar, Julian saw no person of immediate interest. With that, he took a seat at the bar, keeping an ear out in the bar around him, while also trying to relax.