Ranja took another sip, while turning her head into the direction she was called from. She arched a brow at the figure sitting back at the end of the lounge, since she didn't know this certain person.
She got up, along with the glass in her hand as she walked over to the person, and sat down on the opposite of him.
Your face doesn't seem familiar, nor does your name. May I know why you are familiar with mine, though ?
John frowned for a minute, then remembered, "aah yes! i've seen your personel file" he said, "my apolagies, we have not met before, i am Captain John Arkantos". He looked around the Lounge "it seems very quiet today, is everyone out on patrol?" The barman arrived with his drink. He placed it on the table, John nodded, picked it up and sipped it slowly.
A thickset man, into his middle years, walks into the lounge with the sharp precise steps of a trained military officer. Accompanying him is a black man, taller than him, talking into his year.
He notes that the bar is quite empty for this hour. Must be because of our defeat, he thought. Then he saw a face he thought he vaguely recognized. Pulling Ramirez by an arm, he walked over to a particular table.
Ensign Asghar? John Foley, His introduction was crisp and to the point. That's Ensign Ramirez.
Ranja glared over at the two men approaching herself, she looked back at Arkantos before nodding slightly, and turned back to the two men that joined the conversation.
Oh, good evening, Sir.
She then nodded at Ramirez.
Ramirez.
Ranja looked back at Foley, before taking a sip of her glass.
Sir, I've just been making my acquaintance with Mister Arkantos, I'm glad you also found time joining us, Sir.
Together with Scarlet Lennox walks into the lounge, a bit dirty from the fight outside. "Are you sure it will heal that fast?", Lennox asks Scarlet worried and turns to her. "But at first....where would you like to sit? I guess a more quiet place, hm?" Johan looks around if he can find a good place to sit down. "What about....over there?", he points with his finger a table in a corner with soft lighting at a small window.
Scarlet just shrugs, keeping the injured arm beneath her overcoat, following Lennox's lead over to the calmly lit corner. Placing her pistol on the table she fumbles a spare clip from the pouch, before taking another look at the pistol, most notably at the thick gouge from deflecting the blade.
"Well. I'll say one thing, Minor is never quiet."
Pulling off her cap, and eventualy drawing off the coat, her Liberty uniform is still mainly pristeen, her boots scuffed and soaked, with splatters of blood down one leg, but the coat having protected the rest to a civilised level.
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Lennox offers Scarlet to sit down. "I think you are right...there is always something going on around here....but for now..enough business.", Johan says with slight smile. "For now it's end of work...we should enjoy this evening without any stress...", Lennox looks out of the small window to the sunset and sits down after Scarlet did the same. "But even if our days filled with work, fights, chases or huge battles the final gift at the end of the day for us is the rest and the hope for a better future...also the enjoying of the beauty of...well for example of this sunset after a suceed.", Johan says in a lower tone to Scarlet, looking into her eyes. "And with the right persons here...well..that makes everything more exciting after duty.", Lennox throws a slight smile towards Scarlet, still focussing her eyes. He leans back and takes a deep breath.
<jimmy finally enters the bar again hes got fresh cuts and some stains and his arm is partly bandaged which he promptly rips off revealing a few scars he has a few dogtags from his men as well as order ids spotting scarlet he walks over angrly>
"havent you ever heard of a thing called a IFF! or do you make a habitof BLINDLY DROPPING A ORBITAL BOMBARDMENT!" he snapped at her as he grabbed a glass of a nearby waitresses serving tray-
Lennox stands up surprised by the quick approaching of Patterson. "Sir..don't blame her for this...", Johan says with strong voice. Then he looks on the ground. "I ordered the bombardement...I just came out of the infirmary when I saw the huge amounts of enemies so I thought it will be the best to get more fire support. I wasn't able to see the complete situation. Don't blame her for this.", Lennox repeats. "It's only my fault..."