Kirkwall 819AS

[Shagohad]

His eyes darted to the box of cigars, taking one and holding it up. "Shame about this mask. I would be chain smoking cigarettes, but I think I am being too nervous with this environment..." He raised the mask, taking a whiff of the cigar before lowering it again. "I will save it for later, though."

The abrupt cry of pain, anger, and the stressful fracture of a table caught a rather interested look from him. "If that is his main enemy, then the man lives a very relaxed life. Or he harbors true hatred towards something else." The mask was raised to take a sip of whiskey.

"As for a path?" He replied in the same tone, "What other path is there other than survival? Sure, for every Maquisard that dies, well over hundreds of Gallic people go with them, but we still lose a Maquisard. Those numbers are pretty dismal as of late. We need security and safety in a location that has no time to worry about us. What are a couple more ships flying about in such a hectic area? You're too busy fighting with the Miners to worry about us."

His chair was tipped back and his legs brought up to rest his steel-toed boots on the table. Gently, he began rocking back and forth, closing his eyes as he simply relaxed.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"

[Lich]

Lich abandons his battered burnt friend as an idea begins to take over his mind, something that he believes to be such an entertaining idea that it couldn't possibly go wrong all he'd need is the equipment for the job.
He stumbles over to Samantha and as politely as a drunk man can he interupts their conversation by talking louder than everyone.

'SAMANTHA!!! Ge us yer gun would ya? Mine's gone A.W.O.L on me, I have a plan it may also require the usage of an apple if you happen to obtain one please inform me as it would be most... something or other,'

He starts bouncing up and down whilst rubbing his hands together in excitement, his appearence clearly not matching his childlike attitude caused by his current alcohol levels. He looks to Samantha's masked friend and nods,

'Nae fae around here are ya? Sup with the mask? Scared the air might teach ya liking something that ya didnae think ya did? What's yer name by the way? And ya got any wine? Ya look like someone that could get me some of the best? Am I right? Of course I am... right? Yeah, where were we? Erm... GUN! Sam gun bang bang please,'

The barrage of questions Lich fired at Samantha's rather sober looking friend were not meant for answers just chitchat whilst Lich waited for Sam to calculate how dangerous it would be handing Lich a gun at this point and whether or not if she'd do it anyway for the entertainment value.

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[Shagohad]

It was an awkward query, made even more so by his drunken state. Sam even commented about the lack of any sobriety in him right now. Lelouch smiled under his mask and said very calmly, "You see, I'm not one for the air of other stations. It lacks that smell, that taste, that familiarity that I am used to. It also has copious amounts of addictive chemicals that render my pilots completely useless." He raised the mask for another sip of whiskey, his chair teetering on its back two legs.

"And you want alcohol? We could trade that if you have the right price. Can have a couple of L'Anes full of the stuff if you do so desire. Just need the money, mon amis." He looked to Sam, desperately wishing this man would go away. If he thought hard enough, maybe she could interpret his thoughts and feel the same way. It wasn't terribly rational, but it was optimism.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"

[r3vange]

[color=#FFFFFF]While Lich's attention was turned to the Gallian Samantha carefully got her gun
out of its holster, then removed the energy pack and short-circuited it in metal lining of the boots she was
wearing. The built in capacitors still had some charge stored in but not nearly enough to do damage to
cloth let alone be harmful to a human.

[size=small][font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FFCCCC]"There you go, Lich have fun, I hope you plan to shoot
yourself because I wouldn't want to be you in the morning..."

Sam laughed forcefully and handed the discharged weapon to Lich to the horror of the bystanders

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[Lich]

Lich's eyes lit up, even though he had not expected any answers from the man he was greeted with the offer of wine. This short distraction from his ''entertainment'' plan was not long lived as Samantha passed Lich her gun.

'Muhahahaha time for ultimate frisbee!'

Those words didn't even make sense to himself such was his state.

'Where the heck's Finnegan when I need him? This would be right up his ally, ah!'

He turned around and moved away from their table aiming the gun at some invisible target. Lich focused harder and harder on the target then laughed to himself.

'I need a volunteer!'

Victim was more in line with what he was planning and the offer for a volunteer pointless, he had already chosen his target and now just needed to take steady aim.

'Dai will run!'

Lich pulled the trigger then something happened that he didn't expect, the blast from the gun was at least five times larger than normal the recoil alone felt like it nearly ripped his arm off. Looking over to his target he realised that it was now missing its lower half. Lich burst out laughing at the sight and then looked over to Samantha pondering as to why she'd handed over such a powerful gun.

'Sam you mind that time when you said you wondered what would be that something with its missing parts of juice interferred with but not including a small off shore hydrocarbon facility?'

The greatest minds in human history would struggle to find reason or logic within Lich's question. He looked back to his target and then his smile dipped as he realised it wasn't what he thought it was. Lying there on the floor now missing its lower half was Lich's pint glass that had been knocked from its place with what was actually a very small blast and smashed on the floor.

'Why God do you play such games with me?!'

Lich ran out of the bar laughing as the madman he was waving the gun around his head, the stations security would be tested to its limits tonight.

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[r3vange]

[color=#FFCCCC][size=small]"So...now that's out of the way...."

Samantha smiled a bit as if a bit embarrassed by Lich's behaviour

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FFCCCC]"Come to think of it, I never really thanked you for getting
me out of there...so.uhm...Thank you"

Sam smiled and raised her glass for a toast

[font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FFCCCC]"Yes...busy fighting the miners...the sad thing is that a
bunch of trigger happy rednecks that somehow gained an access to a military grade fighter are not the real
threat. Yet to an outsider it seems like we are making a major effort on eliminating them. The miners are scum
who pretend to be tough but they stick to '23 occasionally '37. And to be fair I don't give a flying frakk ,excuse
my language, about them if they do so. I care about the protection of Malta and nothing else."

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[Lich]

The days move on, Lich not quite ready to recover from his hangover falls deeper into the pit of alcoholism. Talks from days before between Samantha and her large somewhat shy friend are long since gone. Lich is back in the bar only this time he enters already intoxicated.

'Samantha where are ye!? I'm wasted and totally needin somethin ta blast or tae blast we, ya ken what am saying?'

Lich, not even checking around the room to see if Samantha was present, was shouting out at random people in hopes that one of them would understand what planet he was on.

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[RmJ]

- After a month of little activity Kirkwall spikes to action after Lord Gothera announced succession from the Foundation. Kirkwall has been predominately populated by Crossbone pilots, rather than Foundation Agents, but the few agents ganged up together against the Crossbone pilots. Incidentally, the Outcasts residence had grown tired of the ruckus and barred off the most of the base. There the pilots gathered at the docking bay.

~Pilots shouting, cheering, and bickering

Agent: "You betrayed us!"
Crossbones: "Likewise, it's your Foundation that assaulted our allies"
Agent: "The hell we did!"

~Being over powered the Foundation agents have been handcuffed and chained to an elevator lift. There 6 agents were raised up 15 feet, some dislocating their shoulders. Then one Crossbone climbs on the lift and takes out his knife.


//I'll finish this later there are punk gangsta craps hovering around... being... annoying...

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