"You can get the epaulettes in Salisbury, Four." Three sees that the Cashews have run out. Looking around but not seeing Suzy anywhere, he picks up the bowl and walks over to the bar.
"Refill please Joanne. Four seems to have a real liking for the Cashews."
As Joanne takes the bowl into a back room, Three hears voices coming through the entrance and looks around to see two capship officers walking through the door, the insignia on their caps identifying them as being from the Excaliber group Frigate Exeter. Their nametags identify them as Harris and McKintyre.
McKintyre, the red haired woman, walks with an energetic bounce to her step and holds onto Harris' right arm. "You can't go around stunning people with your blaster just because they're looking at me Spike."
"Yeah but Kate..."
"No stunning!"
"Can I vaporise them then? Just a bit?"
Kate laughs. "No!"
Spike grins. "Not even their hat?"
A communicator beeps. Checking it, Spike says to Kate, "Trouble in Omega 5. Guess we're back on the clock."
Brightening up a bit, Kate replies, "Nomads?"
"No, just pirates." Spike turns towards the door.
Three notices that Kate looks a bit disappointed as she turns to follow Spike.
"Strange couple." Three says to himself, turning back to see Joanne smiling.
"Here's your Cashews Three."
"Thanks Joanne." He turns back to Beta Squadron table to see Four waving a plastic fish above his head.
Three grins and sets the bowl of Cashews down. "Let's hear about the time you and Five stared down the Brotherhood then."
Four paused, plastic carp midway through a bending gesture, his exes fixed on McKintyre's... assets. As they departed the room, his gaze smapped back to the assembled throng, and his grin widened. He bent the carp into a wide oval, and began again.
"So, we'd gotten the scramble from the good Captain here, and were launching just as he dispatched the first Titan. Followed 'im to the pocking jumphole, and sat outside, while Sierra did some talkin'. I wa' all for goin in there and blazing away at 'em, but thats why I'm still an L-T, eh?"
Four sorrowfull indicated the epaulettes on his arm with the carp, which sprung back to its original shape once one hand realsed it. Frowning, with the care of the very, very drunk, Four bent it back into shape and continued.
"So, we sat there, and then the Cap'n says we're gonna let em through, and heads back to the planet. Now, I thought something smelled foul, so I asked to stay back, 'n so I did. Anyways, t' Brotherhood ships come though, and lo and behold, its not just'a couple of Titans, but they've got one 'a 'dose noe Huntress Cruisers with them!"
Four paused for dramatic effect, wilst indicating the bowed fish shape with his eyes.
"So, they just sat there. We just sat there. After 'bout three mikes, Five..."
Four trailed off as the door was swept open, and another man in a black pilots suit stepped through.
Jack Handey Wrote:I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
Three looks up to see a tall, wiry officer in his mid-forties walk in. He carries a Kusari Naval Forces fighter pilot helmet tucked under one arm. His insignia shows him to be from the Battleship Repulse.
Seeing Three looking, he holds the helmet up. "Souvenir for the Stormpike Group table." he says in passing.
Three grins. "Captain Buxton, sir, come and have a drink to celebrate our fine new Guard epaulettes."
"Ah, I see Beta Squadron has no shortage of time. You should bring yourselves up to the Kusari front more often. Plenty to do there." He winks.
"Last time we went that way, Two went missing. Any sign of him?"
Buxton looks a little concerned. "Really? Perhaps we need to inform search and rescue? I'll make a note.
"Anyway, if you will excuse me, I have some paperwork to finish up."
Buxton walks to the Stormpike table, hanging the helmet from a hook on the wall. He sits down and pulls out his datapad.
Three turns his attention back to where it should be. Lifting his glass he declares, "Here's to Stormpike! May they squish the Kusari...like...a squishy thing!"
Edmund Brackenbury walked into the bar on CRI looking like h***. He looked around, saw the Bretonian Guard defense force part of the bar and walked over there. Walking past the Beta table, and acknowledging them, he spotted Jeff Kerrigan sitting at a table with some other unknown people. He decided to go say "Hi."
"Edmund," Kerrigan said as the former walked towards them,"why not come and join us here?"
"Why not?" Brackenbury responded. He walked over to the table.
"Edmund, these are some fellow medical personnel I know from the Horizon. We've got just 3 hours before we're headed to Southampton to begin our mission into Liberty. What's up with you?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary," Brackenbury said, "just another couple hundred forms to BMM on why they have to repair Sierra again."
"That sucks, man. Let me guess, you have to fill out a battle report too?"
"Already done."
"Great, man, why don't you sit down and have some drinks with us. We aren't all that intimidating, are we?" Kerrigan said as he sipped at his gin.
"I'm with you guys. Joanne! Think you could hook me with one of those sidewinder fangs?"
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Three limped into the bar area, eyes a bit crossed and a large bandage wrapped around his head.
"H-Hi Joanne. O-Orange juice p-please."
Joanne's look is one of concern, "Nothing stronger? You look like you need it."
"D-Doctors orders, and he's h-here as well... da-damn."
"What happened?"
"We-Well it was my own fault really. W-Went up against two gunboats. Do-doing alright for a bit, u-until all my guns got taken out. P-Pretty soon found myself with nothing but mu-mines."
"You had no support?"
"O-Oh yeah, I had f-fighter support but it didn't h-help when the-the gunboats were t-targetting me. Th-the doctors think I'm lucky to be alive. I st-started dumping mines and c-circling...n-next thing I know, B-BOOM!"
"They shot you?"
"No-Nope. F-Flew into one of my own n-nuke mines. A bit embarrassing r-really."
"I'm glad you're still with us anyway." Joanne smiles warmly.
Three nods, turns and limps towards the table where doctor Kerrigan is seated.
Kerrigan watched as three goes through his ritual of ordering orange juice. If I had a million creds on me right now, I'd bet that he starts drinking later. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wait for my paycheck from California.
"How's it going over there, three?" Kerrigan said, sipping on his small shot of gin. He didn't really need to know. Kerrigan had heard about the incident, and was almost called in to work on him. "I didn't know that they let people out of the ICU so quickly."
"Was never in it," three responded. "Think I needed it?"
"Nah, I never see your type of injuries in there, not nearly bad enough," Kerrigan laughed. "You should have needed it with that kind of accident though, but you were barely injured for the factors involved." Captain Brackenbury moved into the bar, ducking through the stairway with his enormous height.
"Jeff, how's it going over there?" he said once he saw Kerrigan.
"Not bad, just got back from Cali about three hours ago. Slept the whole way, I'm nice and energized now. To think that its daytime on Cambridge."
"Well, it's been really quiet on the bridge of the Sierra lately. Came in for my off-hours. We're moored just here on Cambridge." Brackenbury ordered some stout from the bar. "Drinks on me, everyone," and soon the group began to grow with talk flying in all directions.
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The heavily scarred Brackenbury was sitting at a table when Kerrigan walked in. Looking around, the latter spotted his friend, and moved over to that table. "How's it going, Edmund?" Kerrigan asked as he looked at Brackenbury, who looked more or less dreadful.
"Not too good," Brackenbury said, "I've been trying to negotiate with half of the corporations and militaries in Sirius trying to get my crew on good terms with the guard. It's not working too well."
"I can see that," Kerrigan responded. "Don't worry, I didn't have such a great day today either."
"Why, what happened?"
"I lost five patients in the ICU in under two hours. I was so pissed that I've got the entire medical academy cleaning and investigating the ICU wards."
"Okay, so your bad day beats mine. After all, I did kill two hugenots in a defense action in Cambridge today. Wasn't a bad fight, but they kind of came in underhanded. Most pirates do." Kerrigan looked at him when Brackenbury mentioned the hugenots.
"What are hugenots?" he said. It was Brackenbury's turn to look at him in a funny way.
"Did you not go to the military academy with me or something now, Jeff."
"Hey, that was a while back, I'll say they're new and accept it with that," Kerrigan turned around and signaled for Joanne as she walked by him. He ordered an Irish cream for him, and a stout for Brackenbury.
"To bad days," Brackenbury said upon getting his stout.
"To bad days."
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Gun Commander Bryns walked into the officers cluband paused as he passed under the threshold. He took a quick glace at the disgurnted people and he smiled.
Walkiing briskly to the bar, he sat down on a stool and the bartender came over.
"Whadda want, friend? Hey, aren't you the captain that survived that corsair attack or something a few months back?"
"Oh! Surprised you would rememebr my face. But yes, that was me"
"Well! Its good you lived, we need all teh pilots we can get, the corsairs are really stepping up their attacks! The brss think there is a spy."
"A spy? Giving the corsairs information? I didn't think anyone would try and do that. Thos scum would much rather slit your throat for a few credits then listen to you talk."
"Ah you have a point their friend. First drink is on me, what was it you said again"
The Nomad in Bryns need a lot of alchohol to survive in a host human, once the nomad left, the human almost allways died.
"Pint of 'Brentonian Valour, Double Malt Whisky' Please, if you will"
"A pint? I don't even think that is allowed, but as logn as you pay-
Bryns had the coin on the bar before the bartender finished. "Here you go, but I have 911 on speed dial...."
Bryns sat back and enjoyed a health chug of about half of his drink. He looked over at laughed quiely at the rest of the people in the bar.
Dr. Jeff Kerrigan looked around as Brackenbury entered the bar. The latter looked fit to wring the weakest person's neck in the room, but as expected, he turned towards the bar and ordered a drink. Following downing an entire pint in less than ten seconds, Brackenbury turned away from the bar and walked towards Kerrigan. Kerrigan, who was sipping thoughtfully on some Irish cream looked up to greet his friend. "What's up with you, Edmund?"
"Apparently nothing," Brackenbury said scowling, "just tried for an entire week trying to fill out paperwork and the guard still doesn't want me."
"Well, I guess you'll be asking for my help at some point, and trust me, I'm not very well versed on these things. You'll have get some help from someone else."
"I thought you'd say that," Brackenbury replied, "now I just need some more to drink-- is that a new member to this bar over there?" Kerrigan turned around.
"Why so it is. Let's not be rude, shall we introduce ourselves?"
"Let's go for it." The two got up from their table and walked over to the new man. "How are you doing there?" Kerrigan asked.
The new man turned around, "very well, thank you."
"Excellent, I've never seen you around here. You new?"
"Sure am," the former said "Name is Tristan Eden, you guys need anything?"
"Nothing much. I'm Jeff, and this here is my friend Edmund," Kerrigan said gesturing to Brackenbury. "We usually make an attempt to get to know all of the new people around here. I'd buy you a drink but you'd probably just get a lecture of all of the adverse effects of alcohol from me. Brackenbury will get them, I'm sure." As Brackenbury was about to toss in some credit chips some of the Beta squad members and others walked in. Brackenbury didn't care, it seemed, especially after he through in some chips for all of them.
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Tristan sat at the bar, drinking his beverage talking to Brackenbury and Kerrigan. The topic of where Tristan came from was brought up.
"So Tristan where are you from" said Kerrigan
"Im from Planit Crete" Said Tristan staring at the TV
Kerrigan and Brackenbury Undid there Dislovery Gun holsters and placed there hands over there trigers. Tristan was still staring at the TV.
"You wont need those my freinds" Said Tristan in a Calm voice
"and why should we trust you" said Brackenbury
"Because i see the Corsairs wrongs, I see how they have corsed your people much pain" Said Tristan in a Sandend voice
"Hmm"groned Kerrigan
"But still, what do u want hear" Said Brackenbury
"I would like to join the Armed Forces" Said Tristan in a hopefull voice
"we would have to talk to our supereiour about that inquiary" Said Brakenbury
"what cyper Number and your chainl ID" Said Brackenbury
"My Cyber number is 00127:95430811466 and my channel ID is 66*44*86443*74(9090)" said Tristan Scribaling it all down on to a peice of paper
"we will get back to you" Said Brackenbury
Brackenbury and Kerrigan walked out of the bar talking.
Tristan Stared at the Telivision
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