"What?" replied Radclyffe "I have no idea. I just got the idea and went for it."
"Yeah and he pulled us in on it, can't complain tough the man seems like he has too much money to spend" interupted Jason "So the wages are good, and the booze is great, since it is rather hard to come across"
Mike Moskvich entered the ship. He smelled the alcohol in the air and looked around the old ship.
"Where can I find the poster board" he asked and the bartender told him. He took out a big poster about a recruitment and sticked it to the board:
Quote:
OMICRON SCRAPPING
Taking the junker bussiness all the way to the Omicrons!
We're recruiting young Junkers who wish to find fortune in the distand Border and Edge worlds! We're a small group but the possabilities are many. Here are the spots we're recruiting:
Smugglers - We can always profit from selling illegal stuff from the Omicrons to the Houses and the other way around!
Scavangers - Everyone knows that the wrecks and debris fields in the Border and Edge Worlds have some things that are worth a fortune!
Defenders - In the Border and Edge Worlds you always need protection!
New Possitions may open sooner or later!
You must be: A Junker with Junker ID and Junker IFF or be ready to become one!
Once you join your Comm ID will have to look like this: /OS\[yourname]
[color=#CC0000]So what are you waiting for? Join us now!
For more info find us at the nearby employment office!
The hooded figure sat far in the back, away from the bar that had begun to get crowded. He'd slipped in when no one was paying attention, for who knows what reason.
He'd begun to grow weary of watching the drab chit-chat going on at the bar, and particularly of the two that kept eying May with an all too familiar look. He'd already waited an hour for the person he was meeting to show up, had heard nothing from him, and soon found himself fumbling with the object he had concealed up his sleeve.
Taking a swig of the whiskey, Jekt allowed his eyes to roam the crowd. There didn't seem to be much going on. Placing a credit chip on the bar, he paid for the alcohol. settling in, he waited for something to happen.
Noticing the man walking around, Jekt smiled. A chance to talk. He motioned the man over, raising his hand slightly. "Nice place" he said, quietly. "One where someone doesn't have to rely on allies." He finished off his whiskey, leaning back on the bar. "My kind of place."
"sir, can`t we make something like this in the engine roon of the Fires? I bet the crew would love it"
"and have you lot drunk and sprawled over the deck all the time? no way. don`t forget. we`re supposed to be guarding you-know-what right now. you should be thankfull that at least us 2 are getting smashed while on duty"
Cloud frowned.
"what if one of the fleet commanders sees our cruiser docked with a shady go-go bar?"
"then we`ll have to find ourselves another job my man."
"Actually Jekt, if I can call you that, here everyone relies on everyone" Said Radclyffe with a smile "One idiot fire a shot, and the ship might fall apart, or so we like to lead people to belive"
Radclyffe sat down next to the man and asked for some hot co-co from May.
"So what's yer story lad. Don't be scared to exxagerate! It's the braggard's bar after all!"
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