"BARKEEP! ANOTHER ROUND!" Clarkie yelled from his booth.
this was his sixth round of liberty liqueur and he was only a little bit drunk.
the bartender walked walked up to his table and sighed
"sir this is your sixth round, I'm cutting you off for the night, you don't have to go home but you cant stay here" the bartender said with slight content
"i...im a pyaying customer...wi..WITH.A..A..A OPEN TAB, yu, you are obliged to searve me" Clarkie sputtered out drunkenly.
the past few months had been hard on him, he'd become quite the heavy drinker. defending liberty had become hard with idiots everywhere and nobody that cared for the work LPI did and so he'd become depressed and to help him ignore it he drank and drank and drank.
"fine then get me my daily bakers dozen." Clarkie continued to sputter.
"I'm all out sir now please if you could please leave your encouraging other patrons to drink more" the Bartender said now getting agitated.
"I'm encouraging them to drink more well good for you" Clarkie slurred
"SIR I AM A BAKER NOT A DRINK VENDOR I LIVE TO MAKE DONUTS NOW YOU HAD BETTER" he was cut of with a loud burp from Clarkie
two seconds later Clarkie went flying out the door and hit the floor ten meters away from the door.
Clarkie stood up groggily
"ALRIGHT, that was great" Clarkie shouted
he collapsed and went to sleep
Bounces the door open and "Whisky on the rock, please Barkeep" as I prop up the counter for some more musings.
Well back to drown my sorrows again as the Liberator is in for major reconstruction, problem is the badge seems to be a challenge rather than a sign of respect, especially when backed up by the Liberator.
Really need to see about upgrading the basic ship, especially as Gunboats appear to be the favoured transport at the moment.
RebelBomber Wasn't Apart of any Faction although he has looked at them. He Just didn't like the paperwork Sence he was still new to Liberty and the Colonies. He just happen to find this Watering Hole in Fort Bush. So He would Walk through the Door and look over to the bar Keep.
" Whisky straight up Please.. "
He took a seat at the end of the bar to watch the others.
John Aryn walked in unnoticed and sat down. His thoughts sent him back to his childhood so he tried to think about something else. He lit a cigare and ordered some water. He was now a recruit for the LPI,he could strike down slavers and smugglers who he hated because of his parents..
He then noticed a strange man.Junker. He was probably here snitching for the LPI.Not his own kind,though..Probably telling something about the Rogues..John didn't like Junkers as well.Some of them were smugglers,other slavers,third nothing more than bloody pirates.The worst kind of enemies- you can't touch them until you have proof.And they were slippery. Aryn had a feeling about this guy..
The junker stood up and left. John finished his cigare and follow him...
John entered Sunbucks for the second time of his life. And this time his mood was a bit better. He ordered a glass of wine to celebrate his little victory..A victory no one should ever find out.
The junker John followed some time ago headed towards the Pennsylvania system and after jumping he disappeared in the appalachian asteroid field. John had a bad feeling and traveled back to New York and jumped to Cali. He had heard from some senior LPI officers that many smugglers are seen flying not very far from California minor.So he stationed himself there and started waiting.
The wait wasn't long and soon the junker showed on scanners. He was a bit more sober now and tried to run away from missile range .It was too late though. John fired a cruise disruptor and made the junker stop.Initial scans showed slaves on board. John felt his blood boil as he politely asked the junker to drop the cargo. The junker agreed in exchange of his life. A nearby Planetform freighter took the slaves on Cali minor.After he was gone John started firing on the junker until his ship exploded and only the escape pod was left. John tractored it and cruised away.
The torture that followed was unbelievable.John felt a strange pleasure as he ripped the junker's fingers one by one. His arms and legs followed and then he slowly started to wrap the poor junker in his own guts. The picture was awful and after the man finally died he was dropped somewhere in the Whitney ice field.
John knew what he had done was wrong,but the strange feeling he felt..It was too powerful to be resisted. He smiled as he finished the wine and poured himself another glass. "One.",he thought. "Many more to go.."
Kriss silently stood before the Fort Bush memorial, reading the names on it one by one. These last days, his new profession got him into great dangers, some of which he only escaped from in extremis. For an instant, he started doubting his future in the Police Force. Was he clearly built for this job? Does he even fit in?
As he analytically kept reading every single name in his mind, he was unconsciously whispering each of them. Ranks. Time of service. Age. Most of the victims were of his own age. He wasn't scared or worried of death, but he knew his life was on the line with this work. Space Patrols aren't nearly as safe or secure as Ground patrols are. Then again, he went through all of the trainings and exercices just fine. If he wasn't qualified enough, he wouldn't have been accepted. His lifestyle changed even since he got here, and he now has a new family. Even if he tried to return to the civilian life, he doesn't really believe he'd be able to make the transition.
He shook these thoughts out of his minds, then briefly saluted the memorial. Taking his cap off, he entered the Sunbucks and ordered a coffee, then took a seat by the window bay, sipping his drink carefully and silently, now with a large grin on his cheeks.
Deputy Chief Williams had been silently watching the new recruit from the moment he entered the plaza, seeing him pay tribute to the names written on the memorial and entering the Sunbucks itself not long after he did, saluting the memorial in passing as she crossed into the cafe.
Once inside she paused to remove her cap and place her pistol in a locker before heading to the new recruit's table and stopping slightly behind his seat, patting him on the shoulder and looking down at him.
"It's quite a thing isn't it? the memorial, I mean"
Her face went from serious to a slight smile after saying this though.
"But don't let that discourage you, kid...Lotta good people on the Force, and you'll do fine I'm sure"
She pat his shoulder again before walking toward the back and sitting quietly by herself as a Waiter brought her what looked like some sort of iced coffee with whipped cream on top. This made her laugh slightly as she looked up at the man who appeared to be in his mid 30's.
"Thanks Jimmy, I'm surprised you remember what my usual was!"
The waiter smiled and laughed, speaking as he walked away. "I never thought I'd see you back here, Rizzy..good to have you back."
With that, Riza dug into her coffee, relaxing into her corner booth with a soft sigh.
When he tilted his head to look at who was talking to him, Kriss seemed slightly anxious. He nearly stood up and saluted to the Deputy Chief, but quickly reminded himself the relaxed policies of the Sunbucks. His grin rapidly shifted from satisfied to awkward, before simply regaining his composure and nodding slightly to acknowledge her statement. He wasn't sure if she expected a reply or not, but sooner than later, she left him alone. He sighed in relief and took another sip. His coffee felt awfully cold and bland. Or maybe it was his emotional state at this very moment, he wasn't so sure anymore.
Every events of the last few years rushed through his mind. Seems as if he was catapulted from kindergarten into the LPI. He looked at his insignia and toyed with it between his fingers. Still only recruit, and yet he felt like he lived so much more than the average person. The future seemed uncertain. The politics were unstable. The criminals were more and more organised. But he glanced once more at the Deputy chief relaxing into her seat. If a person with such authority was able to sit down and just relax for 5 minutes, maybe the world isn't degrading or even dying as fast as he thought it did.
Or maybe that's exactly why these officers take those 5 minutes off.
Riza caught the recruit's glance and nodded to him before deciding to get up and walk to his table, pausing briefly once she got there.
"Mind if I join you, Recruit Officer?"
She shot a wry grin to him before sitting down across from him anyway, looking around the room again as if to be sure things were safe, she relaxed into this new booth, studying the Recruit who sat before her.
"So, obviously you wouldn't have joined the Spaceborne division if you didn't think it was the right thing to do...but tell me this, How is it comparing to what you had in mind? Why not just serve planetside?..And most importantly, How's the job treating you?"
She was staring at the Recruit, though to him it might almost seem as though she were looking through him to the other side, the expression on her face blank even though her words were neither agressive nor passive.