Jessica Montgomery sat in the corner sipping her drink mindlessly while she was typing something into a long range comms device .
"hello beautiful" says a some pilot as he sitd down next to her
"oh god not agian" she says in a neutral voice
"what ? "
"this is the second time some pilot with an ego the size of the sirus has attempt to hit on me and to be honest it's not working"
"oh...well ermm i was going to ask you about your kill count"
"well are you inculding combat inside space station "
"yeah right and i was born in AS 1"
he got up a left
jessica returned to her drink and then left herself
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Jeff Kerrigan walked into the CRI bar and immediately spotted a disheveled-looking Edmund Brackenbury. As he walked up to his friend, Kerrigan through in a credit chip for Brackenbury's favorite: The Irish ship bomb. When mike handed it to Kerrigan, the latter walked up to Brackenbury. The Sierra captain took one look at it, and took one large gulp. After that, he slowed down. Kerrigan waited a while to talk to him, and then said, "I agree with you, Edmund, bad day."
"You can say that again," were Brackenbury's first words for hours. "If the Sierra gets crippled one more time, I can make a bet SF is going to have it destroyed in front of my face."
"I doubt that; it's been through quite a few attacks and won too," Kerrigan smiled. "At least we know you'll never have to worry about your life being in danger. Never been injured even with the Sierra being attacked," Kerrigan made sure to avoid the fact that Brackenbury had been shot several times a few months back. "By the time we got there, I thought everyone on the ship was going to be dead. I'm glad they weren't. I've been itching to deal with some trauma ever since I was signed off of the Horizon for the time being. Plus, they won't put me on the front."
"I'm glad we weren't all dead, too, although you have to admit, this was one of the worse battles. Seriously, two bombers took us down."
"That's what they're meant to do, aren't they?" Kerrigan was right. This made Brackenbury feel a little better. Still, the Doctor thought that Brackenbury still looked a bit preoccupied. Brackenbury saw his friend's look, and seemed to have just realized something.
"You wouldn't mind hanging out with the Betas tonight as there are no other doctors here, would you?" Brackenbury asked.
"Not at all, what's up?"
"Ah, nothing much," Brackenbury responded, "but my date has just walked through the door." Kerrigan whipped around, and saw an absolutely beautiful woman walking towards them. He gave up the seat, and walked to the Betas. Good thing Brack's got a date. Maybe it'll help him survive to kill more enemies.
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jessica walked into the bar and headed straight for the bar
"drink strong " she said dumping credits on the board
"whats up you look unhappy?!
"oh you know none to talk to and can't go and kill the kusari" she grabed her drink "cheers"
"know what you mean i can't yet"
"so whats your name ?" she said turning to face this stranger
"tristan and i hail from crete " he sat there surprised " wow what your the 1st person who hasn't pointed a gun at me "
"ha i was found in the omegas beign fought over by cosairs and BH's"
" wow i thought i was speical"
"nope and hears to being born in the omegas"
"well i'd like to hear ,more about your story "
"so would i .. so would i ... anyways i'm off to train more" she blew a kiss got up and on the endge of the door waved to tristan
*mrsns hope you don't mind being hit on by jess*
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Kerrigan sat alone in the bar sipping at his small shot of gin. He looked around, and saw a good-looking fighter jock talking with another one. Why can't I ever get that, he thought as the door swung open to reveal two bomber pilots and Brackenbury walk in.
"Edmund, over here," Kerrigan called. Brackenbury looked over at him, but went to the bar first. Once again, he ordered stout. He then went over to sit with Kerrigan.
"How did your day go?" Brackenbury asked as he pulled the chair out.
"Not too bad. We were sent out to rescue an entire BAF squadron that had come under fire from some Corsairs. Luckily, we arrived after a gunboat got there. I was excited, they all survived horrendous wounds, although I do give a lot of credit to many of the Sin|Tech products I just received."
"Not too bad?" Brackenbury said, "sounds like you had a great day."
"One could say that, how was yours?"
"Pretty routine. Encountered a few enemy patrols in New London and Cambridge. We ended up arresting twelve Mollies and four Gaians. We gave them over to police custody in our movement to Manchester."
Brackenbury called for some more cashews. "I'm pretty excited," he said after eating an entire bowl. It seemed like he was burning to tell his friend something.
"About what?" Kerrigan asked.
"Well, see that lady over there? That's the date I had the other night. Well, she's a defense lawyer for some pretty high-level government offices in Bretonia and Liberty. She goes up there quite a bit, and I'm headed up there in about a month or so. I haven't been up to Liberty since I was a kid, and I never got to visit Manhattan. Only Denver and Las Angeles. We're touring all of the major planets up there." Brackenbury kept talking, but Kerrigan began to phase into his own thinking.
It's nice that he's got someone. I thought he was getting lonely. Now I've just got to find someone for myself
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Captain Edmund Brackenbury walked into the bar today in very high spirits. Him and his girlfriend had secured a trip to tour Liberty: a a week and a half on Manhattan, a week on Denver, and a week on Los Angeles. Now he just had to wait for a month or so.
The second thing that had him up in spirits was that his best friend was transferring to his battleship, the Sierra. Brackenbury's chief medical officer had recently retired from the military, and Dr. Jeff Kerrigan had juts recently secure the position.
Brackenbury was not the only one happy about this transfer, but Kerrigan was also. He too walked into the bar in high spirits, and almost ran into Brackenbury, as the captain hadn't moved from his spot right in front of the door. They moved over to the Beta table, which neither of them hadn't sat at in a long time.
"What can I get you guys?" Joanne called.
"Nothing today, Joanne," Brackenbury called, "I'm not in the mood."
"That's a new one, Captain," Beta three called over to him while taking a large handful of cashews, and a sip from his mug.
"You can get me a margarita, Joanne," Kerrigan called over to the bar, pleased at himself for remembering the drink. He had only really heard of Liberty citizens talking about it. Mike promptly delivered a large margarita.
"Actually, something tropical sounds good," Brackenbury said, and then called Mike back before he could was out of earshot and ordered a Pi?a Colada.
"What's going on with you two, we haven't spoken in a while?" one of the bomber jocks asked.
"Been an excellent day. Jeff here got transfered to my ship, and I've secured my trip to Liberty with my girlfriend."
"Nice of you to rub it in, Edmund, I'm still single," Kerrigan said.
"Trust me, it has its advantages."
"Yeah, well it's not as if I don't wish I could get a free vacation to Los Angeles," Kerrigan laughed. Brackenbury looked at him, then said, "you're a doctor, Jeff, if they aren't paying you what doctors normally get, maybe you should file a complaint. Besides, my girlfriend is working the entire time." Kerrigan later added, "Not really, but the little that she is doing is a good excuse."
"Oh, I'm not saying that the BAF pays me too little, I'm just saying I wish I could get to Manhattan for free. I've heard it's a city that everyone has to visit at some point in there lives."
"Well," responded Brackenbury, "when I get back, I'll tell you, and if it's worth it, we can save up for a trip."
"Not a bad idea, Edmund, let's do it."
At this point, yet another member of Beta squadron came back from getting more drinks. "Come on, you two, have fun now and talk about more fun later."
Both Brackenbury and Kerrigan realized they were ruining the fun now, they turned and engaged themselves with the others at Beta Squadron's table.
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The stocky young man couldn't help grinning as Joanne turned to give him a dazzling smile.
"You're back! Captain Hunt... I mean three. You've been out of action a while..."
Three looks a little downcast. "Yeah well, they wouldn't let me fly until my eyes pointed in the same direction again. Said I was 'a danger to myself and everyone else'. They obviously haven't seen me fly!"
"Well it's good to see you again anyway. What would you like to drink Captain?"
"Oh just a Cambridge light ale thanks."
"You're looking tired. Seen some action have you?" Joanne looks up as she pours three's drink.
"Had some trouble with that Coalition Revolutionary Army group on my last patrol, got shot up pretty bad. Lost half my weapons in the process of stopping them and one of our Gunboats got taken out as well. The SCRA Cruiser and bomber group made a hell of a mess on their way through."
Joanne shakes her head as she places three's drink on the counter. "Terrible people around the place. Let me know if you need anything at your table anyway."
"Thanks Joanne." Three turns and heads towards Beta squadron table.
Finally LT. Raven.Corvus had dragged himself to the officers bar. Even thought it had been 4 days since his promotion, we wasn't quite sure if he would fit in with the other officers. Was trainee life really that different?
He went over to the bar and looked at Barman Mike right in the eye;
"Leeds Astroburn straight please" said Raven
"well I've served many a drink in my time, but what the hell is a Leeds Astroburn?" replyed Mike, putting on a smile
"never heard of it?" went on raven, "well I guess those workers on leeds don't tell everyone about their favourite drink hehe"
"ahh your from leeds are you?" asked mike
"actually no, but I did spend some of my young adulthood on the planet, went there looking for work, I'm from London actually" explained raven
"right right, so you gona tell me how to make this drink?"
Raven explained to the bartender how to mix the drink just how it he likes it, once that was sorted, Raven had a good look around the bar, with officers of all ranks chatting and laughing, talking about that pirate that made it out in time, or the KNF that didn't have a clue about flying.
"boy, things really are gona change arn't they" Raven thought to himself, as he took another sip.
Jeffrey Kerrigan was sitting with some fighter pilots when he looked up to see yet another one walk in. He looked down, then realized that this one was knew. They didn't come often these days as there was a war, and people were starting to see a real downside to the military, so he figured he'd give him a warm welcome. He ambled over to him as Edmund Brackenbury entered. Kerrigan paused, looked up, and decided to instead welcome his best friend first. Salutations were exchanged, and Brackenbury proceeded to the bar.
He came up on the new pilot, and took one look into the bar glass that the new pilot was drinking from. "Leeds astroburn?" Brackenbury asked.
Lieutenant Corvus looked up in surprise. "You know of it?"
"I sure do," Brackenbury replied, "I was stationed there for six months after getting out of the academy. Anyway, I'm Captain Brackenbury of the Battleship Sierra, and here is my friend Jeff Kerrigan, also from the ship. I've never seen you, so let's get you something worth a celebration with a new pilot." Brackenbury then called for mike.
"So, Jeff, where shall we sit?"
"I was having a nice discussion with some of the fighter jocks over there. Let's go back. You joining us then, Corvus?" Kerrigan and Brackenbury walked over there as Raven Corvus got up to follow. They sat next to each other, and rejoined the discussion at once.
"Look all I can say is that five Corsairs came out of nowhere. Luckily, we had a gunboat backing us, so we only lost two. They're both on the Sierra now," one fighter jock was saying.
"And they're doing quite well, may I add," Kerrigan said as he appeared from behind his Dublin stout.
After about five minutes, Brackenbury turned to Kerrigan. "Well, I'm headed to Liberty tomorrow. Make sure the ship doesn't fall apart."
"I wouldn't worry about that. Besides, what are you telling me this for? You know I'm no good at commanding a ship.
"That's true," Brackenbury responded, "in that case, don't fall apart while I'm gone." The two laughed, and rejoined in conversation with the pilots. Amazingly, Brackenbury didn't even have a hangover the following morning.
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Captain Timothy Hunt walked into the Officer's club to see what looked like a party in full swing. Approaching the bar he saw Joanne's welcoming smile, her face looking a little flushed.
"Captain Hunt! I mean three, can I get you anything?"
A voice called out, "So what were you giving the Admiral for his birthday in the back room Joanne?"
Three's eyebrows rose, noticing Joanne's slightly dishevelled state and the deepening red on her cheeks. He grinned before replying, "I'll have a Cambridge ale thanks Joanne."
Joanne poured his drink, looking like she didn't really want to be there with the raucous discussion about the back room going on in the background. "Here you are. Let me know if you need anything else."
"Thanks. Seems like people are in good spirits tonight." He walked towards Beta squadron table, scowling at the revellers on hearing a blonde joke. The joke teller saw his look and broke off mid sentence with a comment about bad taste.
Three raised his glass in salute. "To the Admiral!"
The revellers perked up at that and chorused. "To the Admiral!"
Admiral Brackenbury looked into the bar with a particularly nasty feeling in his stomach. He had launched a large scale excursion against some Corsairs in Cambridge today, and came out on the bad side of it. He kept trying to defend himself by saying that the intelligence he had was bad, but Brackenbury knew deep down that the miserable attack had been his doing. His fault.
He had attacked a small installation at about 1100 hours in order to eliminate the Corsair presence. However, he had decided against sending the actual Sierra in, and just sent in bombers. It should have been a simple fight, but instead, several squadrons of Corsairs had settled in there. When the SF bombers and fighters engaged, he received several distress calls during a meeting with some of the royalty. It had been a simple report about the actions of hostiles in Cambridge. How selfish of me, Brackenbury thought as he looked back on it again. He walked toward Joanne, and ordered three vodkas, and downed them within seconds.
Many of the fighters and bombers had been crippled, many destroyed. Luckily, by the time the Sierra got into the combat zone, he had only lost three pilots. While there were still about two squadrons fighting, they were heavily outnumbered, thus he rescued the crippled fighters, the injured pilots, and pulled in those remaining capable of a fight last. Soon after, he pulled out as his shields and hull were being pummeled by the base, and went to help treat the wounded.
Jeff Kerrigan walked into the bar, where he spotted Brackenbury, and walked to him.
"What do you want, hon?" Joanne called.
"One of your best gin's all I need," Kerrigan called back. Joanne delivered him his drink when he turned to his friend. "We all have to make mistakes, Edmund, it's just how it works. There's no way you could have known that they would have encountered that kind of resistance. Besides, only five pilots were lost. That's a great number in this situation."
"Five?" Kerrigan said, surprised and angry at the same time. "I thought we only lost three." Kerrigan responded,
"Only lost three out in space, but two more died in the trauma bays during resuscitation. They were pretty bad."
Brackenbury looked at the bar, "I should have known better. If I had brought Sierra in, we would have had the initial strength, and probably the win. Instead, I killed five of my pilots that probably wouldn't have died."
"This is the military, people are going to die, Edmund," Kerrigan said. Brackenbury looked back at his friend.
"Yeah, but when they die because of my mistake, it's different. They died in a fruitless attempt. Did you just get off the ship?"
Kerrigan looked at the other, "Yep, had to transfer our most critical patients out. About 75% of them had to be transferred to a planet side hospital. They should all be fine, though, most were stable when transferred. Also, remember, we've always got Sin|Tech to help put them back together again."
"Gee, that makes me feel a whole lot better, Jeff," Brackenbury added with a hint of sarcasm. "Let's get everyone a drink. We drink to our fallen heroes today!" Brackenbury walked up to the bar and ordered 35 drinks from Mike.
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