Barrier Gate Pub

[Nitram]

"Hmm, quiet indeed. Means to do what? If you require some assistance, if you give me the right reason to help you... I might be able to pull a few strings..." said Norman.

He took a bite out of the doughnut and looked around.

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[Mr.Fabulous]

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"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."
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"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."

He first turned to the two sitting beside him with a grin, and offerd his robotic arm only to offer a handshake with no hand, "Norman... Radcyffe, is it? You've come to find... knowledge... is that it?

"Well, you're in great luck, young lad! Ma name's Katarn Dragonbourne... An oool' vet who's in the constant search for excitement and fun... HAHAHAHA!!

"In all of my 70 years of life I've travelled the span of the galaxy: from the core worlds to the farthest reaches of the bordersystems...

"I've fought all manners of things, and I don't regret ANY of them: Gaian Monstrosities, Bounty hunters, Police forces, Battleship Crews, Prison breaks, Two-timing pirates, Two-timing GIRLFRIENDS, HAHAHA!!! I've used tooth and nail, sticks, stun grenades, lasers, even miniguns to take out these foes... all for the pleasure of seeking the thrill of it, HAHAHAHA!!!

"Ah... but my mind's gettin old... Can't recall all of those memories that were so sweet and monumental... not like the young, strapping, handsome, debonaire laddy I used to be back in ma old days... NOW I'm just a strapping, handsome, debonaire laddy, HAHAHA!!!"

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.


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As the furry-woman's pistol left the hand of its owner and dropped flat on the floor with three metallic-sounding bounces, Katarn stood up and motioned to the pistol, picked it up, and offered it back to Vixen, holding the barrel-end with his hand to allow easy access to the grip, "... Here, lassy. Would be a shame for someone so potentially 'fun' as you to leave without your toys, eh?"

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[Osilon]

Vixen took the gun, affixing it to its former position. Apart from the weak leather strap that had snapped, and was now replaced with a metal one, the weapon hadn't been damaged at all. She smirked at Chris, and loaded a piercing round, for whoever might be waiting...the round may not be much, but it'd pierce any armor of human origin, and more. She stood, affixing a small metal tube to the underside of the table as she did, without any notice, and moved off, to sit near Radcliffe and his companion. Taking a glass of wine offered by the bartender, she tentatively took a sip, wincing as a spike of pain jolted through her head.

"When you get a headache...drink more wine" she muttered, laughing quietly.

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.

[Daerune]

He would pull his hand back slightly taking the Hand scanner and crushing it in his hand. "No way in hell... will I let the order get anything on me again...... And its best not to go looking for some one like me.... and the only way to reverse it..... well that's beyond my reach right now... M'Era..... I cant be helped..... and no I didn't think this was a post to happen... I never wanted it to..... I am six feet deep in crud." He slowly leans forward and whispers in her ear then sits back again he would still have his armor on.

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[MB52]

She sat back, her eyes widened "You are serious right?, I mean I had heard rumors.. but didn't expect it to be true..." She ignored the moves of the strange woman, too shaken by what she had heard. "So.... what now? We just part ways? Never to see each other again?"

"Give me something Chris, tell me you are still in there somewhere" She pulled a lighter out of her pocket and held it tightly, thinking for a bit "Its not just me, there are others who want to find you, some as friends, some as..." she lowered her voice "Some want you captured, but I don't know why, but you need to be careful"

She looked at the shattered remains of her scanner, then back at the lighter in her hand. "I wasn't going to betray you"

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I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust

[Daerune]

Christopher would nod slightly. "I will.. have to find a way out some how... believe me I've been trying... and trying but I need to.... well I don't know... I haven't found anything yet." He looks at the lighter then snatches it from her hand and puts it on the seat beside him. "No smoking... bad for you...... and yes the TCG pilots have already bit the dust.... and I know you wouldn't.... not after the prison incident and there is a reason why I left..... and I don't intend for any one to find out." He then holds out his hand. "Want the cigarettes or what ever you were planning to light."

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[MB52]

She laughs a little "Its funny.. because originally I stole this lighter from Jim when he was planning to smoke in front of me" she looks down at the table "Its kinda a way to remember him, you know.. he's worried about you as well"

She puts her hands down on the table " So yeah... I've nothing to smoke or light on fire... though maybe that man's drink could make a suitable bomb..." she said, either jokingly or seriously, it was hard to tell

"Listen, you may not want my help, but I want to help you" she reaches out with her hand towards where he had placed the lighter.

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I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust

[Daerune]

He would put the lighter back on the table giving it back to her. "I know you do... you want to pay me back.... but this is the type of prison that well.... cant be easily escaped from... everything's complicated.... and well you know how things get then.... every thing needs to be delicate... no room for errors... so... I must be patient. I am still me.... just there is a few.... negatives added in." He rubs his neck slightly the armor moving back reveling his face to Jessica again.

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[Donutman]

Jack Malcolm, Bretonian Buccaneer, and his first mate, Scotty Johnson, walk into the pub on Barrier Gate. Jack orders a Corsair Rum, then cusses a blue streak because it's out of stock. This was his third base trying to sell a hundred crates of DM-47 Laser Rifles "liberated" from the hold of a BMM Transport.

You'd think the Junkers would have use for a goddamn crapton of guns. Jack thought as he finished off his sub-standard Liberty Ale, then walks off into the crowd, looking for someone with a need of a small armory of rifles.

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This thread is so stupid that a bird sitting on a nearby tree just EXPLODED.

[MB52]

"Its not just to pay you back, friends take care of each other." she sighed "Alright then...I can see it has to be like this" She picks up the lighter and puts in her pocket "You know how to contact me, but I'd like to be able to contact you in the future, without having to visit a shady place like this." she looked around the place in disgust

"I can help if you let me, but I won't push you" she started to get up "Know that I'm always here for you if you decide you want help"

She got up the rest of the way "For now I can't stay any longer, eventually someone will come looking, and it is best they not find us both here"

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I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust