26th of December, 829 AS, Freeport 1, Omega Border Worlds
Another day in an officer's life. Responding to distress calls, shooting down pirates and smugglers, making reports of combat and ordering lower ranking pilots around. It was all too familiar to Benjamin. However, events took a turn for the unexpected during a patrol in the Nottingham system. One Molly, going by the name Asher, had become all too fond of the Triumph, the gunboat Benjamin commandeered.
For this very reason, once they met again in the frontier system, they exchanged pleasantries first and got to ask questions. For Henry and Asher alike, this was a dilemma. Both were on different ends of the law, and both stood for ideals positioned in opposition to one another. Still, being outside of the Kingdom, there could be little of interest to fight for. Sharing a desire to finally meet after an incident in Dublin, the chance that lay before them was irresistible.
Thus, both set off to moor at the Freeport. Henry rushed to the bar, dressed in the usual combat suit of the Armed Forces, with the symbolic red and black making him appear in stark contrast to other guests and Zoners on the station. Still, awaiting his newly-found 'colleague', he took a front-row seat at the bar, ordering some Gin to keep himself busy until Asher would arrive.
The clock was now ticking. Will the two sides rejoice in a moment of peace, or will they promise lies to each other?
As soon as Asher docked the Old Town Tavern he was shouting to his boys crewing the ship to open the bar sooner than possible, and out the door Asher barked he's getting more drinks for tonight. Leaving the rag tag crew of Ragers confused but hurrying to to complete their bosses commands. Asher speed walked through the terminals into the freeport looking for anywhere he could get alcohol. With the exception of junkers, Asher had a bad past experience with junker made alcohol. With his heart racing Asher slipped into vendor finding cases of ale and cider. He grabbed 2 of each and slammed them in front of the shop keep, throwing more than enough credits at him, yanked the cases into his swoll arms and made his way back to Old Town. Almost trampling a child that was too short for Asher to see over the cases he was barley holding onto. He circled around the backside of the Old Town Tavern to drop off the cases, yapping one of his boys to "get this crap unpacked".
Asher shuffled his way through his ship into the main cargo-bay that was custom made into a bar. Already filled with patrons thirsty to escape their woes. He found no one wanted to sit next to a particularly suspicious fellow, seeing as how he was wearing a bretonian armed forces uniform it was obvious why no one wanted to join him. "Well" Asher thought, "I won't let anyone be lonely, not in my bar!" Hopping up to the barstool next to the bretonian soldier Asher called the barman over, who quickly jostled over seeing that it was his boss. Asher questioned the barkeep "Why isn't tis lad drinkin? Has he been given one?" The barkeep smeared a remark "Don' wanna serve im. E's rom da military." Asher reaches over the bar and pulled his crewman in to give him some advice. "I didn yell at ya ta open a soon a we dropped to noot serve who walks in. We're all ere ta escape ta daark void of outside des walls. Now give da man what he wants, an bring me one of da new stuffs I just brought in." Shuffling into his seat Asher turns to possibly his new friend, "Now oo are you?"
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