"James Patterson, order primary fleet have a safe trip" he shook it then noticing jeremy was occupied or asleep walked over twords the bar near the two rather burely men who had entered earlier " gimme a double cheeseburger barkeep hold the pickles"
Kalliste ran laughing out of her Black 'Betty' and quickly followed the directions to the bar. Avoiding the people around, her eyes scanned the surroundings here and there.
"Damn, this base saw hell..."
Security was tight but a lot of people going back and forth.
Finally, her eyes saw the bar entrance and jumped in, leaving her guns at the entrance.
With a quick pace, she hauled her ass to the bar counter.
"Yo. Gimme one of them Reaver's Dead Man Walking. Today was easy moneh!!!"
She laughed and turned her body around, looking at the entrance waiting for the other Reavers to join her.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Ezio tried his best to maintain the carefree lalladay attitude of a second before.
He failed and his entire body twitched rather violently. This is a Freeport This is a Freeport This is a Freeport This is a Freeport This is a Freeport This is a Freeport This is a Fre-
He took a deep breath, swirling his drink in the air to give Holmes the "hold" signal. Wait. Juuuussssttt wait.
gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|
Amaretto blank stares at a wall for a minute or so before he figures out it won't open for him. He goes to take a swig, finds it empty, and starts stomping around. He chucks the bottle and starts yelling insanely offensive words that made many heads jerk, if they were not looking already.
After stomping around for a few more seconds, he spies the entrance to the tavern. It was three feet over from the wall he was yelling at.
Smiling, he strolls in, grinning at his success and plops down on a chair that suddenly disappears. Amaretto rolls over, sees the chair was never there in the first place, and slinks over to the bar.
Without getting up, he states "Someones payin' for ma' drink. Giv'me whatever sweet Kalliste is having!"
Kalliste laughed at Amaretto's fall, propped him up and sat him in the nearby bar stool.
"Woooo weee. Now this is someone that just started today's work."
Two small glasses.. of it appeared, with a purplish.. radiating color.. with fumes coming out.
Kalliste smelled it and her mouth just twisted in utmost pleasure.
"Hmmm... Hmmm... Death at it's best."
She gave one of the glasses to Amaretto and with a toast, she said:
"Bottom's up."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Gorkon, mindful of the injuries to Dane, placed a hand on his good shoulder and leaned to him.
"I will be short but to the point. My men and I will stay here as long as needed. We require no quarter as we have plenty in the Flagship. Rodeffer's bomber is in the docking bay, ready when needed. You can call on us any time."
With that, the two men made for a table close to a window where they could see the Flagship moored alongside the station. They didn't know the men personally that wore Order uniforms but they knew what the Order was. They nodded as they passed. When they found a small table, drinks were brought. They maintained a constant watch around them, always aware of their surroundings.
Their conversation was low toned so as to allow them to monitor surroundings. It was also in their native language so that no one could evesdrop.
james noticed the man jerk rather violently then instinctively scanned the bar noticing who he thought to be followers his face never dare show the fact he was on edge though but he felt something wasent right so he headed back to his friend "hey jeremy... somethings not right one guys acting rather suspicious so are a few of who i think are crew of his ,something may go down" he said quietly as he kept his eye carefully scanning
" know anything about him em?" he asked casually pointing in ezios general direction as if he was stretching upon noticing the klingons he met there look and nodded,he had sworn he had seen one of them before but they all looked practically all the same however he left them to there ways
A young girl wearing a somewhat dirty zoner flysuit entered in the bar, looking around... "Uhoh...?"
She tilted her head, smiling at some customers who were too busy talking to notice her arrival and glanced around again "Rmmmm? Weird... There is no poles?"
The girl shrugged, smiling, and headed to a corner where she located a free table.
Sitting there, she took a book from one of the large pockets of her flysuit and started to write on it, not paying much attention to what was goin on around her...
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