Blood Money Bar and Medical Clinic

[Crusty]

• He's in that old scrappy Moldy Crow. He's got food, water, oxygen... but seems I forgot to give him toilet-bathroom key... it might be stinky in there... so you can keep the ship - for good memories.
  

Waitress's face becomes white, she grabs keys, moves backwards accidentally kicking an empty table, finally, she starts running and leaves the bar.

Young man drinks his water with eyes closed, inhaling deeper and deeper, then puts an empty glass, exhales with a relief, puts a colorful ID on the table, faces Silver and says.

• Hi!
  

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[Dusty Lens]

What.

[Crusty]

Shin points eyes into table, he looks confused a bit.

• Seems you knew it all the time...
  

Waitress giggles when she comes nearby the table.

• You're not the only that can act a bit here. That man you got wasn't my lover or someone I care - he was a bait for you, you silly, Reavers and their bartenders aren't that easy to trick. You're lucky you didn't enter that ship yourself. All video streams from your Crow's cameras were compiled by our computers. So, will you order any drink?
  

By last sentence she takes an empty glass. Shin scratches head and makes an odd angled smile.

• I won't repaint my Sabre anyways. And since my show has failed... Jack Daniel's please - rumors say it's good.
  

Waitress leaves the table.

• You're Mercs after all... Name's Shin Taiki - in case some of you don't know it yet.
  

Waitress comes back with that Jack Daniel's, leaves bottle on the table and heads towards next table.
Shin pours it into the glass, drinks a big gulp, closes eyes hardly, shakes head a bit, opens eyes and relaxes. You could see his face a bit red - even trough the paint.

• There's a first time for everything. At least now I know how not to get cold when hunting in those ice-fields
  

No one seems to be surprised about trainee's true identity. Some just made few laughter lines for Shin's first attempt to drink something stronger then water.

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[Silver]

Kalliste took a deep intake of the cigar and exhaled slowly, being relaxed.

"Nice makeup, bub. Who does your nails?"

Daniel and Kall shared a chuckle while the now reddish Shin looked at them.

"Just pullin' your leg, boy."

She took another intake of that cigar of hers and threw the smoke up to the ceiling.
Her data-pad ringed and she picked up and read it.

"Uh. Got to love our security chief. She does good work."

With a slow movement, Kalliste grabbed the Jack Daniels bottle and poured some to all the three glasses in the table.

"Ex Joker Thug, Ex Mando.. Quite the record you have, bub."

She gulped the whisky and grinned.

"I like it."

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[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

[Crusty]

Shin looks at his nails - cutting done with teeth. Then looks at the rest of his hand

• Looks odd without paint. And don't worry, I wash my hands before cutting those nails.
  

Shin takes his glass with Jack Daniel's and drinks a little, slowly, to feel all the taste.

• Rumors were right, it's not bad at all, not bad at all.
  

Then he looks at his bunch of photos

• You want more of those I suppose.
  

He reclines and stretches his hands into the air.

• Seems I've found my place. You're even worse then The Joker himself in a matter of fear
  

Shin slowly drinks Jack Daniel's, taking small gulps time to time.

• All this sitting here might get bored in a matter of minutes.
  

He takes his glass up, looks from various angles checking the distortion of light trough the drink.

• Every color changes a bit trough that drink... Except for the black... Since it means no color at all... And since there's no hole in my head so far, I will choose Black as my color. The colorless color - ironical as the life itself.
  

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[Dusty Lens]

Not to dispell the whole we're never tricked bit but. Uh. What.

[Recovery]

Vincent looked up from his pisspuddle (which he had named Sid) to see what the commotion was about. Overhearing bits of the conversation between Silver and the transformer-dude, he thought to himself, Pfft. 'Worse than the Joker?' God, I hate kissasses.

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So basically you're shooting someone else's ship?
PvP abuse, IMO.

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[Zapp]

James, at a booth, coughs himself awake. He had been leaning forward, face-down on the table. No one had bothered him in a long time. He looks around.

"Why the $%@^ are all of you jerkoffs talking in colors?"

He then goes back to sleep.

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[Silver]

Drowned in paperwork, the eerie eyed Silver just wanted to be drown in whisky and fun.

"Sometimes.. I wished i had not bought the company."

She sighed. One of the waitresses just dropped a Jack Daniels bottle and two glasses.

"Thanks Lori. Any news?"

The waitress nodded and replied.

"Nothing, Lady Silvah. Mistah Francis is still out."

Lori said in a thick bretonian accent.

"Alright, thanks."

Kalliste opened the bottle slowly and thought to herself.

"I need that data from the satellites. Or else we're flying blind in the Omegas."

She sighed and continued filling reports and reading up on the potential contracts.

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[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

[Kaze Dagon]

Near a month has passed since she first set foot inside the Mercrosis.
Her walk, the way she moved was now a fluid motion like she wanted.

The bio-components that were used to 'rebuild' her finally linked together and she could feel whole
for the first time.

Somewhat exhilarating to walk and run without problems, but still she did not liked the feeling.
She grew used to pain in those months in the Gallic hell called Planet Nevers, with the ever looming eyes of the DeFrances and their ways.

But now, she was back.

While she moved through the myriad of people within the Mecrosis, the used up yellow hood concealed her face, but gave out the obvious signal to the people there.

She was the Sec Chief. Someone that over the course of this month, the crew learned to respect..
And to fear a little, for her eyes were keen and unyielding.

Kaze Dagon, now 'Dee', walked into the Blood Money with one specific purpose in mind.
To talk to her boss, Silver.

And there she was, sitting at her booth.

With a brisk, almost military like nod, she looked at the seat near Silver.

And with a curt nod back, Silver signaled her to sit.

"What's the matter, Chief? More wannabes trying to kill us?"

Kaze Dagon grabbed a small cigar, finely made, and lighted it up.

"I wish it was that, Lady Silver."

She inhaled the smoke, and Silver sensed the smell of it.

"Lady Silver. What the frack is up with that? I ain't that respectable."

Kalliste looked at Dagon's cigar case.

"'Sair cigars?"

Kaze opened the case, and offered one to Kalliste, which promptly took one and lighted it up.

"You are the.. 'boss'.. A certain degree of decorum is needed. But etiquette isn't what brought me here, ma'am. It is Black."

Kalliste exhaled the smoke and obviously enjoyed the smooth strong taste with the whisky.
She then looked at Dagon with a raised eyebrow.

"'What 'bout Black? He's off huntin' in the Omegas, last i heard."

There was a tense moment when the two women looked at one another.

"He isn't, ma'am. Due to his background, i kept a close eye on him.
And some things caught my eye."

Dagon grabbed her data-pad and gave it to Kalliste.

"I have found that he has requested several weapons from our cache. More than he can use. Also, he has been accessing the database to copy several old contracts that your Company had in the past."

Kalliste continued smoking and that arched eyebrow, arched a little more.

"So? He might be preparing new ships and keep tab on who we shot in the past. Nothin' new, did that myself."

The data-pad flared to life and Kalliste looked at it.

"I have found traces of an encrypted message to him to a representative of the Order. And it went back and forth."

Kalliste's arched eyebrow desisted and her face could be seen as a menacing one.

"Order.. You think he's selling the company out?"

Dagon inhaled the cigar smoke once more.

"Very likely giving the convergent factors of his past."

Her boss growled.

"Hunt him down. Stick him to a wall. Make him spill his guts. I want everything recorded."

She nodded and replied.

"Already ahead of you. He was last seen in Liberty. I will find him."

Dagon rose up from the seat and finished the cigar, while Kalliste grabbed another glass of Jack Daniels.

"If ye find out he is doing what we think he's doing.. Show what happens when someone tries to cross the Reavers. Show him what Death is 'bout."

Dagon nodded.

"I will show him fear first. It just makes death all the more sweeter to show."

As Kaze walked away, Kalliste felt a chill down her spine, and shook it off.

"This one.. is evil."

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