After what felt like an eternity, Sarah rose from her window. There were only so many asteroids a person could watch. The girl shuddered as a particularly large rock chunk floated past the window. She was certain she'd seen that one before... And wasn't that part of a Bloodhound sticking out the side? Sarah made a point of turning away from the offending chunk.
Still; the bar was busy. It was as good a time as any to try her newest trick. She'd been weaselling the details out of Jordan in the days before he left for Manhattan. Steal from the rich indeed. The girl uttered a quiet prayer of thanks that the Rogue hadn't known about her own fortune. Not that it mattered; it wasn't as if she had access to it anyway.
Swallowing her apprehension, Sarah sidled up to the bar. She didn't have to wait long before another drunken pirate staggered up for a refill. The Engineer recognised the man; a smuggler and slave trader. Typical fare amongst the Rogues, really. In a few brief instants the man's wallet was in Sarah's pocket. It hadn't been a smooth job. Had he been half-conscious accusations and fists would have been flying. As it was he just gave Sarah an odd look.
She was out of the room before the smuggler tried to pay for his drink.
Money for those ship repairs had to come from somewhere, right?
Hubert entered the bar and sat to his favourite table. He ordered whiskey, and just kept silent, looking through windows to the deepness of the asteroid field. He didn't think about anything. He was just chilling and enjoying his time.
[color=#FFFFFF]Wolf sat in the corner of the bar. His long slender eyes surveyed the crowed before them as his respirator provided him with the essential drug. Slouched back in his chair as always, Wolf saw Hubert and Dwayne sitting together.
"Hm, wonder what the rabble is up to these days.", he barely conjured from his throat in a bored tone.
It'd been some time since he'd flown and he knew he was getting too comfortable with the lazy lifestyle of continual drinks and drugs. It'd been too long since he saw those lovely red crystals of blood floating in an enigmatic conflict between lifeless drift and living substance. A rough hand wrapped around a bottle of whatever it was in front of him. He could barely remember what it was he'd asked for or if he'd even asked for it, but that didn't stop him from letting the sweet liquor gush freely down his eager throat; the burning sting of it brought a wince to his face before the heat in his stomach brought him back to calm.
"I suppose it's time I got back out there.", Wolf had said with some conviction in his voice, though this quickly gave way to his stronger desire to engage the bottle before him.
"...maybe after this last sip."
and with that, he pressed the bottle to his lips once more and indulged in his gritty hedonism.
Hubert finished his drink. Then turns towards Dwayne:
"Aye lad, dang it.. haven't seen ya fer' a long time ! I was kinda... havin' fun on the base *grins*."
Havin' fun 'eh? That's something we don't see often.
The fun stopped when there were massive increase of Police and Navy patrols near Lanes...i heard a Rumor that they developed something New...somekinda Tradelane monitoring system...
Arrghh...what am i blabbering about, let's have a couple o' drinks and have some fun with 'em *he chuckles*
Nah, let's wait then. *talks to the barkeeper* "Ahoy lad, 's anything goin' on 'round here lately? Not? Not even a gig by Noc Fortune? Man... this place is kinda dead. Time to get some action back in here."
"You couldn't imagine, to what I've been just up to... *shakes his head* ... three words: 'Slaves', 'Tau-23' and 'Lost Star Vigliantes'. Ay that was close. At least, the load of 4280 slaves got saved at Cali Base. But ma escort got burned faster than ya could say 'Cardamine'. I heard, that they've been eight pilots chasing them in the end. Don't know if it's true though. Stories, ya know. Sound more exciting when adding some fairy tales."
"Hm however. I doubt that you're really that interested in my problems. So why just don't do what you're best at?"
"One Bloody Buffalo cocktail in a dirty glass, please." *spits to the ground*
*mumbles quietly* "What a day, what a bloody day..."
*Barry walks into the bar, takes a look around, then lights a cigarette and sits next to Clyde*
"'sup, man? Befo'e yah's ask, yeah, i lost tha Mayhem, but we got out 'n been picked up by a passin' Junkah. Guess Noc's still talkin' ta him, ye we picked him up, too, 'n i guess tha's Junkah guy wants cash..."
*he sighs and inhales the smoke*
"YO BARKEEPER! GIMME S'ME BOOZE! Right, whe'es i been? Righta, thus Lost Star fellas. Dunno whe'e all thus lads came from. Guess they's seen us comin'.
*He throws the cigarette on the ground and lights the next one*
"But i'm glad ta see yah's made it outta this hell, lad! Tha's what happens if yah's expect a calm flight. What else 's the'e ta say? Le's have s'me mo'e drinks, mah man! BARKEEPER-LAD! 2 mo'e fo' me 'n mah friend!"
*he exhales the smoke and drinks from his beer*
"Well...guess tha's stuff on mah base is bett'r..."
*Clyde speaks on* "Ye, right. Those freaks popped out from nowhere and shout right into ma face 'Ey stooop!' *he imitates the shouting* And then everything got a mess. I knew who they were, and what was goin' to happen, so I took to one's heels and made a getaway. And went missing into Cali's safe bays." *takes a deep gulp from his drink*
"Anyways, wanna know, what I've just done? - I thought it'd be time to get my hands back on my Bloodhound again. Earning some peanuts. And imagine: I've been successfully after just five minutes I undocked. *he shows a pack of Credit Cards* 100.000 SC, ha! Barkeeper, give us one of yer most expensive bottle of Gallic Wine. Two glasses. *raises his glass* Well Barry, Cheers to us Rogues!"
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