One of the security guards, an addition to the Mercrosis crew thanks to the woman that suddenly took charge of their protection, stopped Kalliste in the entrance and scanned her.
That was normal in bars. But go guess, this was her rutting bar.
With a swipe to the head and a shot to the kneecap, the security guard yelped in pain and the security team moved in for the kill.
Until the senior guard, the one in charge, stopped them all.
"Who the frack forgot that Reavers own this fracking bar?"
"We are very sorry for this mix up, Lady Silver. It won't happen again."
She lighted up a cigar and walked up to the, now prone, injured man at the entrance, grabbing his kneecap in pain.
"Here, let me help you bish."
Her eyes were showing off no sentiment as she shoved the burning tip of the cigar in the kneecap.
His screams were heard through out the bar.
"Next one of you that gets in my way.."
Kalliste looked at the security guards present.
"Will know the meaning of death."
She got up, inhaled the cigar smoke and walked right into the bar.
Her eyes perused the crowd. Daniel was there alongside Ethan and what it appears, the new rook with the weird haircut. And a rag. Uh?
Well, the new guy was sitting alone at a table with a whisky glass in his front.
One point for the new guy.
Kalliste walked over, and holstered her gun while she sat, without ceremony.
"Hello there, Steffy."
A waitress placed a bottle of Jack Daniels and two glasses in front of Kalliste.
She opened the bottle and poured some.
"So tell me, assassin, you want in the Company so you can be better?"
"Or is it just a quest for some fame?"
She gulped the whisky and grinned at the man in front of 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
Her grin disapeared and turned into a very serious face.
"Steffy, let me tell ya one thing."
She poured more Jack Daniels into her glass.
"This, what we do everyday, killin' for a credit has a name."
The sweet taste of the Jack Daniels in her throat felt good.
And it hit like a punch in her empty stomach.
"It's trading in death, love."
She grabbed her cigar again and inhaled some more.
"And in this business, fame, pride, honor just get's you killed."
With a quick hand, she grabbed her gun and pointed at his head, while exhaling the cigar smoke.
"If you want, i can kill you right here, instead of you making a mess during a hunt."
"That way, you won't drag the name of the Company through the mud."
Suddendly, she started to laugh, and holstered the gun.
"But then again, you're in here for the creds too, aren't ya?"
"Fine by me. Can you handle the madness that is being a Reaver out there, love?"
She inhaled the smoke once again.
[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
"It will be hard, i can tell you that, your hands will be shaking, your arms tired and your soul spent."
She grabbed her cigar again and inhaled some more.
"Any attempt to get knowledge that can and would damage the Reaver Merc. Company will far away from your grasp, since well.. We don't trust rooks. And we normally kill them in the most gruesome of fashions. Just a lil' warnin'."
She propped herself up from the chair, and put the cigar away in the whisky glass.
"There will be 8 Gaian shooters and 6 Tizzies with your name waiting with the Chief, in the ship-bay. Use them wisely. In the end of the trainee crash-head-course, they will be returned, of course."
She smirked, and started to walk away.
"Good luck in not getting murdered, Bentwris. That's your new callsign by the way."
Her laughter was noticeable and she sat near Copper.
"Bentwrist Reaver. Eh."
[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
David hadn't looked up from the datapad he was tap tap tapping away at while Silver preacher her sermon, nor when she'd pulled the rather amusing bit o' violence on his poor security guard charge. He also hadn't put his boots on the deck of the Armstrong for more than a day and he was already feeling antsy as hell. Could be time for another road trip. Hell, or he could attend to his so called school which he hadn't done more for than cutting checks and checking in with his staff in a fortnight. Mableh.
Kall, what's the story with the death, murder, killing or die and so on bit you give to the new guys?
Vincent mumbled and cursed under his breath as he meticulously scrubbed the Wall. How the hell could anyone make a mess this big? he thought to himself as he reached another puddle of week-old piss.
John hears cake and looks up at the conversation from his corner booth.
"Hey Silver. You forgot the most important inquiry in your message.
Will they have the Kalte Platte? They better have the Kalte Platte...
And since we're talking about cake more cake I hope they have cake too."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.
Old miner comes into the bar with straight back and taking light steps... like a reborn man...
He reaches Silver's table, notices empty glass and calls the waitress.
Waitress, aren't you forgetting something?!
Waitress notices empty Silver's glass as well and runs into the kitchen.
Man reclines head into one side, then another - with a light snap sound.
[color=#222222]That rock strategy worked well - at start they laugh and a moment later they lay down their guns.
Man starts putting some photos on table while waitress comes back with bottle of Jack Daniel's and a glass of warm water.
nine...ten...eleven... - man yawns and puts the rest of photos without counting them - don't know if Yah keep those as well... Ah just like admiring their ship's stalled explosions time to time
Man puts his special refreshing pill into water and drinks a few gulps. Then touches his face
Nearly forgot.
Man takes of some high quality mask off, gets some odd and small device out of his mouth, turns into the waitress, gives her a key-card and an old-style iron key and starts talking with a young man's voice:
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