A strange man stood up in the corner from the table in shadows , he had a greyish hair with a greyish goatee and a strange hat with pirate markings. Looking angry in front of himself, he started walking trough the bar like no one is around, moving trough a giant cloud of smoke coming from his cigar. People stared at him and only thing they could see is a tattoo on his back, with only one word written " Apache".
He came to the bartender and told him : " Gimme the usual my friend ". Bartender quickly grabbed a bottle of rum and with his shaky hands gave it to Apache.
"Thank ye" Apache said in a deep terrifying voice, turned around and came back to his table, not looking at anyone but his bottle, with a creepy smile on his face.
The man took a swig of his drink and offered his hand.
"Quentin Hardacre, just call me Quentin. I have spent most of my time recently down south on the Dublin to Munich Gold run. I'm not sure if you know of it but there is good money to be made escorting the traders through, or if you are more criminally inclined then theres plenty of pirate gangs down in the Omegas. I mostly do Freelance work like that. However I have been tempted recently to try my hand at Bounty Hunting, I've hear that can be quite lucrative."
Quentin looked around the bar warily.
"Don't let half the station hear that about me mind you. Some not too sweet types hang around this area of space."
He took another sip of his drink.
"Now if you want some stories.. Boy have I got some to tell. However I would like to know who I'm talking to first."
He finished his drink and slid the empty glass over to the bartender.
"Fill me up if you would sir."
<span style="font-family:Arial">
--==}{ Just a simple guy trying to make my way in the universe }{==--
After taking a sip from his hot coco, he replied;
"Norman Radcyffe is the name. Call me Norm. Knowledge is indeed power, you just have to know what to do with the knowledge you have."
' Wrote:Christopher looked back at the other person with a pistol, rolling his eyes as the new disturbance, he left a shot come from his cloak and hit the pistol being one big target."Fluffy go bug, scar face.... us soldiers are talking and keep interrupting me and I will stick wax's strips all over your body."From then on he kept a eye on her movements but other then that completely ignore her. sighing heavily he went back to his conversation getting sick and tired of all the disturbances.
He spoke to Jessica keeping his hands on his pistols. "Because one.... no ones ever calm... two I attract to much attention.... and three some of them have fur."He shakes his head slightly."Now M'era... why don't we just continue.... next one to disturb me and my business, I am going to just shoot them in the leg.... so please... continue." He sat back slightly having one hand still concealed but having the other go over the new hole."My favorite item of clothing too..... and that shouldn't be necessary and I know rescuing you isn't necessary either, so you came all this way to find me.... why?"
She sighed, then slowly relaxed the arm holding the weapon. "Well I suppose these...malcontents have served their purpose" She put her weapon away " You know... alot of people told me not to come find you. They say you are dangerous now, but....I can tell the Chris I knew is still in there somewhere. I don't know what happened to you, but... I want to help you." She reached into her other pocket and pulled out an Order issue hand scanner " Let me scan you, maybe my medical officer can find a way to reverse whatever has happened, trust me I won't show any of this to anyone"
"I know you don't want to be helped, that you think this is supposed to happen, but you've friends out there still who want you back, please Chris let me help" She reached out to hold one of his hands "Please let me do something"
Iâll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because itâs flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
![[Image: normanradclyffedrillser.png]](http://img257.imageshack.us/img257/7103/normanradclyffedrillser.png)
