Man reclines, inhales deeply by that time closing his eyes and reclining head.
- Yah do have a good taste. Reminds me the first salary party. Back in the days when Ah still knew mah name. During time salaries were reducing and became too low to make bigger parties or supply own Mining-Ship construction in the shipyard in mah case. Finally, it only became enough for food, work clothes, taxes and space rent in shipyard's storage facility - where all the finished stuff waited their owners to take them out into the space. In less then a decade it became object for life student presentations - uncovered mechanics, gears, main skeleton... The beauty Ah sold few years ago. But it's still there - saw it with mah own eyes few weeks ago. Anyways, back to the name - at work no one calls Yah by name. They just press the button on the right gunners cabin number and says to mine. Or if captain is drunk - asks if this it's a good spot. Couple of years and majority of workers began to quit - looking for a better job, usually becoming gunners on transports and trains. Only few of them are still alive, gets reasonable pension and probably lives on some Spa&Cruise liner. Ah stayed cause Ah loved the job: Yah can be trigger happy as much as Yah want. New guys were calling me an old miner and soon, same did the ship captain. Salary got raised a bit, but same did the mining machinery prices. Years after years, changing workers, even captains... Finally, a database crash and Ah couldn't retell them mah real name...So they just typed "An old miner" in there...
Shows his old closed electronic "Mining Ship Crew" type ID and the new one to the lady.
[color=#A9A9A9]- Why do Yah even care, it's still just a name. Silver's not Yah real name either, now is it?
Silver yawns about 7th time by that time, finishes the glass and waitress puts an unopened bottle straight from the fridge on the table.
- Seems yah have trained these waitresses well in here. - man giggles a bit - And favorite underwear color is gray - darkgray to be exact. Yah wash them with all the other clothes in old washing machine with cheap washing powder and it doesn't seem to change color.
Man calls the waitress.
-Got any food in here? Sure Yah have... Maybe some pancakes with minced meat inside?
- Rare order... You're lucky it's cook's favorite recipe from old grandma's recipe notebook. Will take nearly an hour and Yah gotta pay in advance.
-Strong woman... Well alright then.
Man takes wallet out of his pocket. Reclines and asks:
- What the hell - shakes head - how much did Ah drink yesterday?
Waitress giggles.
- Enough miiiner, enough. - she giggles again - Alright, this one's on me.
- Ah rarely drink that much. But when Ah do, friends say it's bartenders dream - Ah pay with most shiny card, letting them keep the change. Will need to get some new cards now... Ah don't like keeping bank records on places Ah visit.
Man yawns this time too. Zod begins to snore.
- Seems Yah aren't the only bored of old man stories. That man with large mug is asleep already.
Man in the corner stands up walks out of the bar leaving all the stickiness behind. Zod wakes up. Miner shakes head a bit.
- Even dead men walk these days.
Waitress giggles and adds when passing by with drink for another table.
- They can snore too
- Or that... Ah should get one of those hearing aids for good...
Kalliste lighted a cigar and threw the smoke into the face of the old man.
"So basically.. You're lookin' for death a little bit faster, eh?"
She breathed in the smoke.
"Fine, you wannabe."
She poured the bottle of Jack Daniels into her glass and gulped it.
"Talk to the Chief in the deck-bay to get you 8 Gaian Shooters and 6 Tizzies. You will have access to our MercNet contracts. You should hunt those if you're hard of hearing and stuff."
Kalliste breathed in the smoke again and let it exhale slowly.
"You don't get to know anything else. If you frack up anything on any way we don't like, or you even look at us funny, i'll go ahead and talk to Copper to test the new large shield battery we got for the Mercrosis on your manhood. After they were on ice for three hours. Hope that's 'kay?"
She got up and grabbed the Jack Daniels bottle.
"Do your thing, hunt some. The rules of the rooks is explained in a link you'll be receivin' on yer data-pad, wannabe. And oh ye. That's yer name for now. Wannabe Reaver.
Don't die too fast out there."
Her laughter was somewhat gloomy and almost prophetical as she walked away from the table.
[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
You should return the key an leave guests room free before clock reaches red afternoon line - that room is meant to be rented for DSE visitors and rich guests only. And you're no longer a guest here. You should talk to Reavers to get a room on this liner.
Man gives card to the waitress, she quickly takes the it - her face is wet and white - and moves to main the computer trying to act natural.
[color=#222222]Guess Ahll be sleeping in mah ship like Ah had to in the past few years. It's not likely Ahll accept sleeping in the hall or here, in the bar. And that new Crow is quite roomy. Maybe even too roomy for a fighter
Man finishes his water, stands and moves to the exit humbling some old melody once again.
The situation arrayed before him was almost cynical in nature. In many ways, it seemed like he had walked into a surreal world of stereotypes. In the distant corner, subtlety illuminated by the glow of various signs, was what he dubbed the rhetorical idiots. The ubiquitous and mysterious figures that skulked in the shadows, keeping their faces hidden whilst attempting to be inconspicuous. Unfortunately, such displayed that they had something to hide and consequently made them conspicuous. If they had anything firmly seated in front of their oxiput, they would be towards the middle mingling and blending in with the crowd. Seated behind him at the bar were the rough housers, a group of loud and generally ill-mannered individuals that commonly took to slamming down their shot glasses on the bar counter.
Then there was the Overseer. Usually some uptight businessman with a few tables of hired thugs that acted as a quasi-Peacemaker. Although it seemed like the Overseer was in fact breaking the usual stereotype and acting alone. Although a quiet nagging doubt in the back of his mind informed him that station security would likely rush to her aid if thing went south for her...
Nothing he hadn't seen before.
Brusquely, Walker rose to his full stature and maneuvered through the chaotic placement of tables to reach his mark.
"I'm here, let's get this over with."
Tiberius Walker, putting flames out and being awesome since Apr 13 2008 ™
[8/17/2008 5:56:46 PM] Aaron (Boss/Jurgen) says: Can't bring myself to say it... Looks like you get the LABC, I've seen what you can do in one
Walker (Albert Wint): I can has win? --- Epyon the Bored: You can haz win. --- [1:18:00 PM] Chris (Niezck) says: I love you <3
[5:55:53 PM] Raisu says: Walker pwned both Battleships(LNS-Texas LNS-Arizona) - [5:55:57 PM] Raisu says: in a cruiser Tiberius Walker, spreading mayhem, destruction, and Spamming Flood since Oct 22 2008 ™
[9:08:25 AM] Gurjiv (Frozen) says: I hope someone gives you AIDs.
[7:15:17 PM] Dylan (Ximen) says: Walker... you have no idea how much fail you bring into this world...
[8:05:08 AM] Ross (SevereTrinity) says: Screw you for making me install FL again
[10:51IE AM] Epyon the Bored says: My god if I ever meet you I am going to strangle you. Tiberius Walker, being better then you since April 30, 2009 â¢
We will remember - We do not Forget - We do not Forgive
Being called by the company owner just to meet an applicant was somewhat that made her ears tingle.
To do it, by using her cover.. Well, felt like old times.
Kaze Dagon could taste the irony.
Gathering information on an ex-LSF by using the powers of her undercover job was almost pure bliss.
Her story with the LSF was long and devilish.
It was because of them she barely slept at night, before heading out to Gallia.
It was because of them and the Panzerfaust that she still felt the pang of guilt everyday.
But now that was over. She had another daemons inside to contend with every night.
And she had a job to do. As Daniela Derringer, head of security of the Reaver owned Armstrong.
Or as the boss calls it, the Mercrosis.
It was an incessant pool of problems, security issues and gods knows how many breaches.
That is. Before she arrived.
Now?
Any ship approaching the Reaver base gets scanned, their papers processed and their background checked even before they hail the big and cumbersome survey vessel.
The pain it took to convince the heads to increase the security teams and hardware was worth it, too.
Now, every turn and every corridor has eyes.
Eyes payed by the Reaver Merc. Co., and willing to protect it due to the fat pay every security officer received here.
One of those officers sent the signal to her ear piece, signalling the arrival of the mark.
She continued to read a small report of one of her contacts within the Barrier Gate and kept one eye on Walker.
He suddenly walked to her, and while it was mildly surprising that he identified her spot on, she remembered that this guy was trained the same way she was.
"I'm here, let's get this over with." He said.
Kaze raised her eyes from the data-pad and motioned him to sit in the nearby chair.
While that she studied the man upclose.
His eyes were what she expected. Of a hawk.
That man in front of her was an old school LSF. And they both knew it that this talk wouldn't be easy.
With her bretonian accent in tow, she didn't flinched as one in her position wouldn't.
"Good evening, Mr. Walker. I'm Derringer, Head of Security."
She kept her introduction, short and simple.
The less details people knew..
The less problems would ever arise in the near future.
"The boss told me to interview you and here i am."
She pulled a data-pad and perused it.
"Former Department Director of the LSF, problems with the KoF, problems with Liberty Navy and Liberty Security Force High Command.. etc, etc, etc. I do have to say.. Either you don't like authority or you had a diferent way to deal with issues than the rest of the lawfuls in Liberty."
"I'm going to be particularly earnest with you Ms... Derringer," Walker frowned, his features sagging slightly. "Authority? Only problem I have with it is when people circumvent my own. Julia Wolfe? Yeah she was the Assistant Deputy Director of the LSF, so what? Less than a month into the job and she comes around to a blockade I'm organizing and tells me I'm doing it wrong. Then starts ordering my men to positions halfway across the system when our targets are six minutes out. Last I checked, my job was to bag and tag offenders, not take orders from green incompetent hired eye candy. Last I checked also, her job was to help run an Agency, not to supervise and handle Agents, and not to do field work. Needless to say I brushed her off, target came in, we bagged 'em, then we were out of there."
Walker leaned in closer, "The way I see it, either one of two things happens when you screw up. One, you get struck by lightning courtesy of yours truly. Two, you run away and see if lightning can strike the same place twice. Which many found out that it can, and it did. I worked my way up in the LSF and almost near bypassed the AIT program." Walked smirked, "When I got my way I got results, it was quick, it was professional, and it was efficient." Walker offhandedly counted off his fingers.
"Later on, politicians changed and other people retired. People above me started micromanaging everything they had their fingers in. Most of the changes they made were just pure stupidity- And that isn't from a difference in opinion. When someone tells you to look down the barrel of a Plasma Repeater, that is stupid regardless of perception. I believe that succinctly sums it all up for 'ya. By all means, I'll take orders, I'm as loyal and faithful as they come. I just don't put up with deranged imbecility. Simple enough."
Tiberius Walker, putting flames out and being awesome since Apr 13 2008 ™
[8/17/2008 5:56:46 PM] Aaron (Boss/Jurgen) says: Can't bring myself to say it... Looks like you get the LABC, I've seen what you can do in one
Walker (Albert Wint): I can has win? --- Epyon the Bored: You can haz win. --- [1:18:00 PM] Chris (Niezck) says: I love you <3
[5:55:53 PM] Raisu says: Walker pwned both Battleships(LNS-Texas LNS-Arizona) - [5:55:57 PM] Raisu says: in a cruiser Tiberius Walker, spreading mayhem, destruction, and Spamming Flood since Oct 22 2008 ™
[9:08:25 AM] Gurjiv (Frozen) says: I hope someone gives you AIDs.
[7:15:17 PM] Dylan (Ximen) says: Walker... you have no idea how much fail you bring into this world...
[8:05:08 AM] Ross (SevereTrinity) says: Screw you for making me install FL again
[10:51IE AM] Epyon the Bored says: My god if I ever meet you I am going to strangle you. Tiberius Walker, being better then you since April 30, 2009 â¢
We will remember - We do not Forget - We do not Forgive
Kaze smirked somewhat, hearing his explanation.
One guy that was doing the right thing, and got nailed by politics.
A typical story in Liberty.
With a twist.
"I don't participate in hunts, Mr. Walker. I am only here due to my counter-intelligence capacity."
With a flick of a wrist, she lighted up a cigar.
She let those seconds walk on by, slowly. Then she exhaled.
"I can tell you this however. Crazy, madness, suicide, is what the Reavers do for a living, Mr. Walker."
Her eyes looked at his and she inhaled a little bit of that fine corsair cigar.
She missed that a lot in the last months.
"I have seen reports of a single Reaver fighting right in front of Planet Leeds, with at least 40 guns shooting at her, and she, the boss, managed to collect two kills before getting out of that kill zone. That is madness. That is suicidal. And some would say an idiotic action in a very idiotic situation."
Her smirk was evident.
"Guess you are in for a ride then, Mr. Walker."
She slowly opened her jacket and placed a gun on top of the table.
An old LSF Kel-Tec PLR-636 pistol.
It had seen better days, but it was known to be a sturdy and reliable model.
Vincent Kain arrived outside the Blood Money Bar and Grill and, after taking off his trademark goggles and shoving them in his pocket, stepped inside. Taking a seat at the bar, he ordered a beer and glanced around the room, taking in his surroundings and noticing two people conversing, with a gun lying on the table between them. Deciding it wouldn't be too smart to disturb them, Vincent returned to his beer.
After the lush greenery of Islay the dismal circumstances of the Armstrong stood out as something nearly offensive. Half of the damn thing was too bright and austere, the other half of the damn thing looked like a bad take from a bad movie with a bad plot with piss poor narration. A body could, apparently, get used to the green.
Wasn't to say that it wasn't nice to be home. God help him for calling it that. Or whatever the hell it was. Homeish. Until someone crashed it into the planet and killed them all.
He ignored the lot and made his way to the wall to see what might be seen.
Walker inhaled deeply, the putrid smell of the cigar singed his lungs. But his face remained in an ever stoic expression of vigilance. "PLR-636 series jolt Pistol. Kel-Tec manufactured it looks like." His eyes darted downwards in a cursory spiral. "Looks like it was made pre-PATRON Act, still has the original grip. If it ain't the outright trauma that kills you, the ionized slug mixes in with hydrogen in the blood stream and causes the victim to go into hypotonic shock... As for what it is metaphorically: past life regression. What it is currently: it is a violation of the bar's rules. Should I be intimidated?"
Tiberius Walker, putting flames out and being awesome since Apr 13 2008 ™
[8/17/2008 5:56:46 PM] Aaron (Boss/Jurgen) says: Can't bring myself to say it... Looks like you get the LABC, I've seen what you can do in one
Walker (Albert Wint): I can has win? --- Epyon the Bored: You can haz win. --- [1:18:00 PM] Chris (Niezck) says: I love you <3
[5:55:53 PM] Raisu says: Walker pwned both Battleships(LNS-Texas LNS-Arizona) - [5:55:57 PM] Raisu says: in a cruiser Tiberius Walker, spreading mayhem, destruction, and Spamming Flood since Oct 22 2008 ™
[9:08:25 AM] Gurjiv (Frozen) says: I hope someone gives you AIDs.
[7:15:17 PM] Dylan (Ximen) says: Walker... you have no idea how much fail you bring into this world...
[8:05:08 AM] Ross (SevereTrinity) says: Screw you for making me install FL again
[10:51IE AM] Epyon the Bored says: My god if I ever meet you I am going to strangle you. Tiberius Walker, being better then you since April 30, 2009 â¢
We will remember - We do not Forget - We do not Forgive
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