Reggie gave a sheepish smile at the question, "Well, girly, I'm glad y'asked. I've been with quite a bit of people, an' y'see it ended up they didn' like me in the end of it all. Les'see, first I was with th' Liberty Rogues, righ', then th' Outcasts, then th' Corsairs, then th' Junkers, an' then th' Zoners-- Near pissed most of 'em off, especially th' Outcasts, Corsairs an' Junkies, they really don' like me 'cuz of a few things I did. Say, you ever get shot down off onto some planet? Happens to me a bit, but I manage; y'just need t'know how t' take care of y'self, y'know?" He took a gulp of his alchohol, a little excited to be talking to people who want to hear his stories. "I was jus' tellin' this lass over here," He nodded his head to Emma, "All about these thins' tha' happened, so I'll try tellin' some new stories, but ye', which ones y'wanta' hear?"
Reggie grinned again, greasing back his oil hair. After pondering which story to tell, he lit up and started the tale; "Well, y'see, with th' Outcasts, I pissed 'em off by jettisoning a bunch of Cardamine tha' I was supposed to smuggle, righ'? So, when I finally gaw' back t' my home an' my sweetheart over in some apartment at some station, I didn't give it no thought, infact, thought they'd understand m'predicament. So, me an' my girl did our nightly ritual, bu' this time with her lil' pink slippers-- Oh, I mean, uh, well, yeah. . .So I woke up in th' middle of th' night, looked at m'girl and really started thinkin' how lucky I was, but then I heard some footsteps outside. Din' really mean nothin' to me, until I could hear th' door bein' tampered with. Thinkin' it was burglers I reached under m' pillow and got my pistol out as soon as the door opened. Pushed my baby down on th' other side of the bed fer' cover and started blastin' an we 'ad a shoot out righ' there. Turns out th' two fellows who were after me were sent t'make me disappear, an' I knew it 'cuz ther' was more headin' my way. So, me an' my sweetheart threw on some clothes an' stole the assassin's keys an' codes to his ship, 'cuz well, I knew tha' my ship woulda' been rigged with 'splosives anyhow. After we finally gaw' off into space, thins' seemed to be gettin' smooth, righ'?"
He took a gulp of his drink, spitting on the bar abruptly afterwards. "Bu'ya'see, they were on our tail, so we 'ad a little ship fight. Wasn't really in m'prime, since I got shot from before, b'I fended 'em off a bit until we reached some planet. So, thins' really turned sour when our hull started bucklin', 'cuz we were actually gettin' pushed into the planets surface, y'see? Not through no gate 'er anythin', no ma'am, the real harsh way everyone tells y'not to try. Well, it was hell comin' down an' it was even worse on tha' planet. My sweet baby died off on th' landin' an' I was darn lucky t'survive me'self. . ." He spat onto the table and smiled, a little disheartened. "So, y'wanna hear th' rest?"
"Well, I must be off. Back to the grind I suppose. I'll see you when I see you." And with that she strolled out of the bar and back to her ship before taking off and leaving the station.
Reggie waved Emma off, returning his attention to the Hispanic woman immediately after. He squeezed his gloved hands against the cup, and wooshed around before continuing on, "So, I was off on this planet; strange as hell, I tell ye', all this vegetation an' stuff. When I looked back at me ship after jumpin' off, it was already covered in vines an' all. So, I pulled m'knife an started hackin' away at the stuff, makin' my way though, an' I came across an encampment, y'see? Looked to one of th' buildin's there, lined up with all men, women, children with ther' throats slit an' ther' tongues pulled through those slits, an' they got them Glasglow smiles too, I reckon too. Nothin' big, used to do thin's like tha' all the time except worse, bu' still naw' a sight I want'a see after crash landin'." He took a sip of his drink, almost finishing it; on the bottom there was a thin layer of the musky ale.
"So, I took ow' my blaster an' got ready, 'cuz they were gettin' all rowdy, probably 'cuz I didn' lan' off too far or maybe 'cuz they fer'got to take ther' daily cardamine--" He laughed for a moment, but then continued when appropriate, "Took a good shot and nailed one in the head, but they started destroyin' everythin' in my direction so I had to hit the hind side an' flank 'em. Most of 'em were rookies, but th' ones yellin' the orders were veterans, I knew fer' sure. Got myself in a good position up on top of a tree, smelted one of ther' heads and in a moment ther' moral plummeted, ran back like wusses an' regrouped. Moved t'nother position, but they got on my tale; one knocked th' gun outta my hand off into a river, but I was lucky'nough to square him in the gut. Gave me enough time to lift him up an' toss him down into th' creek, didn' even look if he was still 'live, 'cuz the splat sound he made was enough fer' me."
Reggie then depleted his cup of the nasty alchohol, raising his eyebrows, "So, then I had t'find another way t'git out. Only'uh quarter of 'em left, an' th' only thing I had was my knife-- they had big blasters, y'know, shouldermounts-- so I figured I best go at it through guirilla tactics, y'know, yer' a rebel, y'shoul' know those jus' fine. So, they were startin' to pack up, rounded up what was lef' of ther' hostages, an' when one of the cats were bringin' a package towards th' ship, I snuck inside the place he was gettin' the packages from. Waited fer' him ther', jumped him 'fore he could say a word, took his blaster an' climbed to th' roof. Guess th' veteran runnin' th' operation wasn't a veteran fer' long, 'cuz he put down his guard; nailed him like a fish in a barrel. 'Bout then, everyone else-- 'cept th' hostage, he was bound-- bolted, moral dropped down too hard." He looked away from the girls eyes for a moment, and gestured for another drink. "So, y'want to hear more, maybe with a little washdown, girly?"
Reggie gave a sheepish smile at the compliment, and scratched the back of his neck. "Well, t'be completely honest, I'm tryin' to stick to what I remember, but I usually fer'get, so I jus' downplay it to be on the safe side. I actually took out an entire fleet'uh Outcasts an' Corsairs, y'see, they teamed up jus' to take me down, but I tol' 'em different. . ." He began laughing boisterously at his hyperbole, "Yeah, def'ly! But really, girl, these thin's happen an' ther'uh lot worse then what I'm sayin'. I've done thin's in my past that'd make men stronger then me'self hurl an' piss'er pants, but I done them. I leave'uh lot out, believe it'er not, jus' t'make sure tha' ye' stay interested 'stead of grossed out 'er jus' downright disturbed."
He watched his glass get poured, and then almost immediately went to sip, "Further on tha', I do reckon I'd like ye' to take me seriously. It's not li' I make these up on th' spot, an' I'd rather not be talkin' to a brick wall. I don't mean to beat a dead horse but,--" He took a sip, "I'm waterin' it down a bit, but it's still wha' happened. . .So, so how 'bout you girly, ye' 'ave any tales t'tell?"
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