Silver City is the premier destination for gambling enthusiasts in Sirius. It's known not only for it's sheer size, but also for its vast offerings. Located aboard Saltese, one of the busiest bases in Sirius, it provides a world of entertainment, gambling, and unwinding -- both day and night.
The Rouge Lounge is a sophisticated, sexy destination where something interesting is always happening. This intimate cocktail and cigar lounge is THE place to enjoy cool music, refreshing drinks, and socializing.
Roulette is the oldest casino game, yet it's still extremely popular with both new and experienced gamblers alike.
Silver City's enormous casino entices players with games including blackjack, craps, poker, and an array of slot and poker machines, as well as keno, a Baccarat lounge and high-limit slots.
Only members and invited guests are allowed in the VIP room. This is where high rollers play blackjack, roulette and poker with the expanded betting limits reserved for only the most serious gamblers. No amateurs here.
There is a crowd gather'd awaiting around the main entrance doors where a ribbon is tied. A classic "Grand Opening" is printied along it with .:j:. logo's
Steve's mohawk appears sneaking out from behind the door- the crowd goes silent then laughs. He looks back at David, one of his best mates "here" hands him an empty glass as he opens the door to welcome the awaiting crowd.....
*Tap tap*
G'day travellers! Now i know yer be angst to get started, i won't be any more than 3 hours tops! Promise!
Fer starters, you may call me Steve, BlackJack Steve. Mainly i manage the casino but i'll always be dealing a game o'two, y'know, blackjack.., just give a yell if yer need be i'll be more than happy to help with any questions or anything, just no sexual favours please, we have places for that!!
Now! yer obviously come ere to be entertained, well let me tell yer a few things first.
We have the finest range of poker tournaments, prizes, and the fairest slots in all of sirius!!! From 1 cred per spin all the way to your own limit of yee wallet !!
as well as all yer need to keep going. Almost everyone is welcome 'ere, i mean thats a big almost, so as long as yer don't be causing trouble i don't like. Our arms are open to all brothers and humans alike
The lounge - anything goes here, and we can supply all yer food/drinks, and whatever else you do thats not gambling!
At The Silver City we do not judge who you are or what you deal in, just cause no trouble i cant say that enough, and you can do whatever your mind desires!
First 10 Visitors to the Lounge get a 24 hour pass to the bar's free drinks!
Now fer yer high rollers? we got yer covered with an array of tables ranging from Min 10mil to 100mil, service here provides all drinks food an a place to rest with higher luxury than may be seen on the Hawaii cruisehips, and only the toughest Junker Security backed up by me! Steve.
So come one come all come poor come rich we got everything you need right here in da one place! I invite you all to get started in the best style, comfort and judgement free air only Junkers could possibly provide.
*Steve Cuts the ribbon and takes a bow*
Oh an one last thing, First Drink is on me
Ships:
.:j:.El.Ron.Skarsle [Waran] ˜˜˜˜ .:j:.String [Conference]
.:j:.RatString [Annapurna] ˜˜˜˜˜˜ .:j:.Skarsle [P;train]
David.Walker [Neptheysr] The Order ˜˜Peirre La Swamp - Wyrm - KuExiles
5 minutes ealier before the Grand Opening!........
Slot machines line each side of the entrance, some straight, some curved, theres a bar to the right, with 3 people gather'd around and no bartender.
One is holding a glass half full, black shirt + track pants, solid build, but not bulky, leaning back on a barstool, he strokes his moustache slowly, it was like a caterpillar under his nose, and stroking it gave him ideas or clarity, maybe even euphoria...
Next to him is a kinda pudgy fella, with a mean look to his face, about 30 years old or so, and overhanging belly pops out of his "Hawian" themed t-shirt, short curly red hair, that looks like its trying to crawl down his neck and chin, trying to puff on a smoke thats all but died.
Sitting down next to them hunched over some machinery contraption, is a small, quirky man wearing jeans and a checkered top, his flat hair looked like it had been cut with a bowl and spoon, Huge Glasses - Junker Style. Next to him was a "bag of allsorts", tobacco rollies, Synth Marijuana, and various small chips and machina.
The red head keeps getting up, looking through the tinted door windows at the crowd awaiting the Silver City Grand Opening.
Ricky.Swamp: "Aw man this is ripped" he mumbles
The quirky guy looks up from his tinkering - staring
Bubs: "What you think youee smokin. Candy?"
Rick paces from his seat to have another look and sighs
Ricky.Swamp: "....whats this fool want..." He begins pacing and rubbing his forehead and mumbling 1000 words per minute.
Bubs: "erhmgg its..not that. purple? squirrle again?....RICKY?!!? who you talking to there man" his voice trails off mumbling as well - tuning back into his contraptions
Ricky.Swamp: "ah just a screw head swear i can't get rid o him....@#$^%" he grunts as he kicks a barstool
The solid bloke in black suddenly puts down his drink and releases his moustache. As he walks over he watches Ricky pacing, as rick turned around a firm hand grasped his shoulder
David.Walker "RICKY, hey come on man this is the big day, no ones gonna cause any trouble just relax i'll take care of the security side o' things?! This is Junker territory not Liberty or Kusari nothing... Why don't you guys fall on back spliff up a few of them Synthies in your rollies?"
Bubs: "Daves right Ricky relax, but we stayin here NO WAY are we gonna miss this! Steves gonna @##$% himself when he see this crowd oohahahaha" Giggles bubs - it almost sounded like he was in pain when he laughed!
A Tall almost frail looking man enters, wearing a sharp Tux (Black with white shirt). A tight looking Goatee sits on the chin - balancing out the the ridge on top.
David Nods "Steve!"
Everyone gets up to greet Steve, even Bubs - snapping out of his daze for a moment.
Steve: "Still Drinking?"
David: "Y'know me never stop.." He winks and smiles before taking another sip from his glass.
Rick lent over to bubs, nudging him, which worked to no avail..."Bubs?! Smokes let go man"
Bubs " Ricky??"
Rick: "Smokes bubs comeon Steves big day?"
Bubs: "Aw come on Ricky he hardly ever touches the stuff" he looks at Steve then looks at the ground like nothing was happening
David: "Why don't ya ask him?" he said as he took the last sip of his drink "I'll grab us some drinks...." He rushed off like it was the idea of the century..
Steve nods at david then looks back at Bubs and Ricky. "Yeeah i better lay off the Synth hasn't even been a month since Yanagi"
Bubbles giggles again, looks around then trails off back into his contraption -whatever it was.
Ricky: "Well more for me comeon Bubs you rollin or what? lets go" He clapped
Bubs reached down into his bag of allsorts and proceeded to crush up some Synth and roll it up.
Meanwhile on the other side of the door, the crowd is eagerly chatting away loudly, it was mere minutes until the Silver City Opening. Most were dressed in casual or Tuxedoes - even some still in there padded suits, from local Junkers, Outcasts and Corsairs!, To Rogues and even some coperate looking groups with security escorts. Not that it was needed. Several teams of Junker security lads watched the crowd from the shadows, awaiting any sign of trouble. All wearing Tuxedos, Padded armour underneath and an assortment of stun and lethal weapons.
One man however looked like an old earth legend - Zorro, but instead of a mask he had a baggy hood covering his face and head - still with the hat on top. He must be here on some underworld business - the security had already had a quick talk and everything seemed to check out
Ships:
.:j:.El.Ron.Skarsle [Waran] ˜˜˜˜ .:j:.String [Conference]
.:j:.RatString [Annapurna] ˜˜˜˜˜˜ .:j:.Skarsle [P;train]
David.Walker [Neptheysr] The Order ˜˜Peirre La Swamp - Wyrm - KuExiles
Bubbles suddenly looked up from his work, stunned and disappointed. Headed to their way was Philip Rock. A handy hull beater, overalls covered in grease, wearing a cap with a bandana underneath. He almost looked like he was swimming towards them, his attempt at a "cool" walk.
Philip Rock: "Yo hey ricky! steeevie what up my man!...bubs....sup crackalakin machina dawg buffin up the crib yo?!"
He pats steve and ricky on the shoulders, then looks at bubbles blankly, taps his arm waiting for a reaction, who simply looked up and rolled his eyes and nodded "P.Rock"
Philip Rock: "Wewl? was crackin?! anyone seen my walker around?"
Ricky: drinks. hey you comin to da lounge later?
He nods towards the doorway where the crowd awaits the opening. Ricky: Steve you got balls facing that many heads, don't blame him for wanting to piss up heck, i wouldn't speak to them unless i was wasted.....@#$% that.
Steve smiles as David comes back with a round of drinks.
David: "HEY P.Rock! bout time you got here" *slaps hands* "ready for the show?!"
Philip Rock: "Show yo whats goin on here i don't wanna see male show" He looks anxious at Steve and David.
Steve: Easy there, its the grand opening of the Silver City Casino!
Philip: Shizzle city casino? TODAY? *#$%^ man i got nothing
Ricky: Great now i gotta put up with 2 screws.....
Steve begins to skull his drink. Philip: Man what you mean?
Ricky: "you and screw head joe out there front"
Bubbles: "Joe?? whos Joe Ricky"
Ricky: "Mr @#$ Zorro out there thinks he is top burger and security lets him in with his.... " Rick mumbles and his voice trails off... dissing every piece of clothing the hooded man wears.
Steve opens the door ajar, trying to have a good peek at the crowd. His mohawk was a dead giveaway, as he heard the crowd laugh, he hands david his drink.
Steve: "Well here goes, time to open this beauty !!"
They all pat steve as he goes to the grand opening, then all looked at each other eagerly.
David: "Ok guys its now or never"
He turned around not awaiting a response and marched off.
They all nod and head to the lounge where they meet up with Folder (Steves poker buddy and best mate) prepare a small celebration for Steve.. P.Rock was on the tunes, Bubs was almost ready with his machina contraption, Ricky had all the rollies ready from bubs and some chicken fingers, and of course David was preparing heaps of drinks.
It seemed like it was all set to be the best opening ever.........which it was, millions made in only the first hour, let alone a day, the celebrations were a smash, apart from Ricky who swore the Zorro guy was following them. Maybe it was the Synth, though Steve had none that night, and noticed something a little suss about the Zorro guy.
Everyone but Ricky went to bed, hammered and wasted. Ricks eyes slowly closed as he pulled the lever one more time, spinning spinning, *ding ding ding* JackPot!!! and he passed out, coins spewing out of the slot machine.
The next morning was sure to be interesting
Ships:
.:j:.El.Ron.Skarsle [Waran] ˜˜˜˜ .:j:.String [Conference]
.:j:.RatString [Annapurna] ˜˜˜˜˜˜ .:j:.Skarsle [P;train]
David.Walker [Neptheysr] The Order ˜˜Peirre La Swamp - Wyrm - KuExiles
It was the morning after the grand opening, and apart from hang overs, it seemed to have been the most epic night they had in a long time. However today was not going to be as good as promised........
Steve is in his office, with his mohawk and hangover, and leans back from his desk as a shadow hovers behind his office door.
"Come In Mate" he growled.
*Receptionist walks in* "uh sir i think you should check camera 12, i mean you did say contact you if the security seems to...."
*Cuts him off mid sentance* "yeah yeah i'll see to it in a sec...."
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5 minutes ago in the lower decks of the casino theres a game of poker, 6 players and a dealer, two of them seem like they had way too much coffee.
Corsair #1 "you sharkin cards on me eh ? you have a death wish si si ?"
Folder " bull**** i play right bro i think ye needs a wish fer some skill huh...AMIGO ???"
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Present time.
Steve walks into the main "hall" the center peice of the ship were 8 decks are visable. as he goes into the transit elevator he see's security teams 2A, 2B, and 2F on the bottom poker deck..something was definatly up.
As he gets out and approaches the table, he see's two corsairs holding Folder at knife point. The rest of the players have left..
Steve "Can i buy you fellas a drink?"
Folder was nervous, was he going to have his throat slit? and his best mate wanted to give these Corsairs a drink?!?!
Corsair #1 " EH? you going loco old man can't you see this cardarva, this fool, needs some ...gardening done si si i no need drink for what im doing?"
Corsair #2 " you no amigo's all card sharks eh ?"
Corsair 1 looks un-easy**
Steve simply reaches down into his trenchcoat. Pulls out his finger and acts like its a loaded gun. The corsairs look confused and laugh.
Steve goes from relaxed, to suddenly alert and tense, raises his finger to point at the lead Corsairs face. They don't look like laughing now.
Corsair #2 Hey amigo you really popped severo loco'ness si ?
Steve "One more word and you wont have a face to host that wonderful mutation you call your mouth!!!!"
Corsair #2 looks very afraid now and looks to #1 for help, who is still being held up by Steve's finger.
Steve " Now you let there rogue go, he ain't no card shark, in fact why are you the only one with cards up YOUR sleve amigo Huh!?"
*The security teams standby, dare not interfere when Steve is in this mood*
Corsair #1 Nononon, you ally yourself with this...Filth amigo? take you finger down before you lose it, this is my pot i won it and im leavin with it, if you lucky you malvado friend here might live"
Steve reaches back into his coat, this time grabs onto a plasma welder..*whooosh* in a split second the nozzle was pointed right at the first corsairs eye.
Steve: " Folder go to my office now" his voice was smooth and trailed off before he finished the sentance, not takin his eye of the Corsairs
Folder slipped down and slowly walked away to the transit elevator,, not saying a word.
Before the corsair could even think about stopping folder from slipping away, Steve cocked his head slightly to the side, as if to say, you wanna go boom ?
, the Corsairs eyes were now wider than a ZonerWhale.
Steve: "I've killed many pirates Amigo...don't think ill hesitate to blow your hispanic brains out!
Now you go back to crea...Malta,,,where ever the hell you come from
just............how......Ok if i ever see you again, you're dead meat will be so
burnt not even a howler would eat your remains?!?
Steve puts his plasma welder back in his coat, eyeing off the corsairs. He simply turns away and heads back to his office...as he entered the transit elevator, he pulled his finger on the corsair , as a final warning.
Once Steve was out of sight, the 3 security teams handled the 2 card shark Corsairs back to their ship, and business went on as normal.
Ships:
.:j:.El.Ron.Skarsle [Waran] ˜˜˜˜ .:j:.String [Conference]
.:j:.RatString [Annapurna] ˜˜˜˜˜˜ .:j:.Skarsle [P;train]
David.Walker [Neptheysr] The Order ˜˜Peirre La Swamp - Wyrm - KuExiles
There was a dark room, with a strange red and yellow glowing rectangle, sharpening, then bluuring. Hardly moving, yet it felt like the world was spinning.
Suddenly indistinct voices could be heard. More noises. Then an overwhelming static noise of high pitched pings and dings.
The room became lighter as Ricky opened his eyes further more, still in a sleep like state, and the glow became the video output of a slot machine.
Ricky coughed and spluttered as he fully woke up, The slot machine lever pressing against his eyebrow. What a night! how long had he been asleep here?! To recover from nights like these, he would catch up with bubbles for some synth then get to business.
What an awesome idea. He rolled off the stool onto the floor with a thud.
Ricky Swamp: "Uuuhhghghmgg"
As he struggles to get up, he pats his pockets. "DAMMIT MY WEED?!"
Everyone on the slot machines paused for 4 seconds, then resumed pulling. Rick looks everywhere, as he went from sleepy, to combat alertness, adrenaline pumping, disturbing the local slotters before he cracked his fist on the slot machine, leaving it un-scathed.
Screw it. Its a casino.... There should be a dealer around somewhere he thought. He eyes the Tavernman across the room, as he begins to walk over.
The man is serving drinks, it was like staring at an anorexic giant, blonde hair, maybe 7' 4" feet tall, eyes wide, palms are jittery, as he forms concoctions of all sorts of drinks.
He has a long sleeve black shirt, and printed in dark golden italics is "Bardok"
Ricky: "Hey yeah uffe... i'll go some smokes and a Termination Double" .[*** See Bottom of Post***]
Ricks head swirled as he flopped down on the stools.
Bardok quickly "shrank" down to to Rickys' level, lighting a smoke from his pocket, pulled it out and gave it to rick.
As he dragged on the smoke he swore the Tavernman had just gained 30 pounds, taking no notice to the smoke being already lit.
Two taps on the bench, and stood two pints of this, dark, creamy, green-luminous drink.
Bardok paused and awaited Rickys' response, still jittery and wide-eyed.
Ricky - "What are you lookin at? moon cheese? look at ya?,"
" ....stupid moon man." He mumbled.
There was an awkward silence as Bardoks eyes widened , more than normal, kind of glazing over as excitement crossed with anger rushed through his system.
Bardok: "Hows the head ricky swirling around falling? uprising? paranoia raising blood pressure, smoke iritating the cornea surface, place warping around you?
Torturing your mental state? Considering the torture your plants endure attempting to conjure such a foreign chemical compound AHEM! All so you can get yourself higher ??"
All the words were spat out at once.
Just as Ricky opened his mouth to reply he was cut off
Bardok: "Your first going in the complete wrong universe. You cannot force an orange to grow a banana."
He hands ricky a banana, then throws it behind himself in a split second, jumps over the bar and lands on the stool next to Ricky. It was like a wiggle / slither. Ultimately fast and so perfect, yet completely uncoordinated.
Bardok: "Have you ever tried asking it? Perha...No, Bribe it ! Say heres a banana!"
He went to give Ricky another fruit, instead, ate some then piffed it behind himself again. Bardok: " Try a banana flavoured orange! It's no where near a banana its just the one key ingredient to add the necessary touches......
ELEMENTS MY BOY!!! He exclaimed !
By now Rickys' head was way past boiling point. It had shut down to the outside world.
He picked up his two terminations and skulled them both simultaneously , gushing dark liquid spilling over the rim of his mouth.
Ricky did wonder if the moon man was right. Maybe you cannot force an orange to grow a banana.......
He sprung up shuddering, and left Bardok without a word, who merly slinked back over the bartop as both men resumed business as normal.
****** Termination Double. A double serving of a "Termination"
20% Absinthe "Green Fairy" [Also add 2 drops of Green Dye ]
25% Milk / Cream / Desired Fat/Dairy Content
10% (full teaspoon) of Instant Coffee (half for real coffee)
30% Carbonated water cooled (or cola/ something fizzy)
10% Bourbon on the rocks [Add Last, merely poor on top of the drink - do not stir afterwards]
Rest of glass fill with air so it doesn't spill.
Ships:
.:j:.El.Ron.Skarsle [Waran] ˜˜˜˜ .:j:.String [Conference]
.:j:.RatString [Annapurna] ˜˜˜˜˜˜ .:j:.Skarsle [P;train]
David.Walker [Neptheysr] The Order ˜˜Peirre La Swamp - Wyrm - KuExiles
By now, the casino decks were filled with peak hour traffic, profits were skyrocketing. The entrance hall filled with lights and bells from the pokies.
Rick took one last glance back at the bar tender, before entering the secondary hall, and into the elevator. Despite a clearly written 'no smoking sign' rick was lighting a smoke as he entered the code for the "Staff only" decks.
The fire proximity detector went off, covering Rick in fire retardant.
could this day get any worse?
Ricky walked up to steves office, still covered in fire retardant, bursting in without knocking.
Steve jolted up, about to launch over his desk, pausing with both hands prepped on the table. "Ricky, what'd you do this time!?"
"Uh hey steve, i need some help" He said softly.
"You always needed help ahahahahaah"
Rick rolled his eyes and grunted "heh, yeah real funny, i'm sure you get paid top dollar for that cup of joe"
"What's up?"
" What happened last night......"
"By the looks of it, you had a foam party, and someone punched you in the face?" Steve chuckled loudly.
Rick patted his eye where he had been sleeping on the pokie lever. "Passed out on the pokies, then someone steals my stash of weed, dam druggies" He moaned
"Sure ya didn't smoke it all"
"Ahs seriously Steve somethings going on" Ricks' voice was getting very croaky, it seemed he wasn't in to much of a bright mood.
"ok ok, look i'll have a yarn to David 'bout it, we have 101% surveillance footage, if something happened - we'll catch it
Rick gave a subtle nod of thanks, flicking off the fire retardant from his shoulder.
The surveillance room was like Davids home. Photos of loved ones, ornaments, pictures, and you couldn't dare forget about the bar fridge.
Always dressed in simple black / dark clothes, with a glass of alcohol in one hand, leaning back in a leather office chair, feet on the desk too.
David Walker: "You gotta be kidding me"
Rick:" I wouldn't be here man"
Steve: "focus guys come on, we're hear for a reason"
All three were stunned at the camera footage they were reviewing.
Ricky was trying to pick up a reflection of a lady in the pokies room.
Laughter filled the room.
"And you're sure it was stolen? you didn't just smo---"
Ricky cut david off short " as i said i wouldn't be here if i remembered last night
"Woah slow it down, i think he's gonna pass out"
The footage shows ricky pulling the pokies lever one last time, before landing his eyebrow to rest on top, explaining the circular mark around his eye.
After a small time fast forwarding, Rickys eyes bulged - Screw head joe i *@#)%$ knew it!!
"Calm down ricky he's just walking past"
The Zorro character doubled back, suddenly searching ricky, grabbed a pouch from his left pocket, and headed for the VIP lounge.
Ricky silently stormed out of the office without a word, presumably going to find this "Zorro"
"Find out where Zorro Joe goes mate, i'll calm ricky down. Something is definatly not right here"
"Yeah Ricky's angry and didn't break something". David mumbled to himself as Steve left the room.
"Found out where Zorro Joe went. You're not going to like it either"
"He dissapeared in the VIP Lounge, off camera"
"Say again? Bull he did there's not a single blind spot in this place i freaking checked it 5 times on top of YOU and the security team AND during construction, and once more before the Grand Opening"
Steve's voice had gone panicked and high pitched.
Well it must have been moved between the opening and the activation sequence in the last check overs by the construction crew. It definitely wasn't from my security department! He remarked
"This is very strange indeed, i might actually need some help.....Ya know, i did see that Zorro a few times, specially in the VIP lounge, i swear he was watching us, but i thought Ricky was just hammered"
Steve looked down and sighed, a little ashamed he didn't believe Ricky earlier
"He was right hey haah. But he's always hammered it's hard to tell" David shrugged his shoulders. Not that Steve could see this via communications.
"You can talk, you never go 6 foot without a glass of something ehh?"
They both smiled and laughed
Steve looked at his desk then at the papers ontop. Ok, well i've got some paper work to do, i better catch up with rick first make sure he isn't burning some one!
He went to rush out the door, before pausing, picking up the communicator. Oh and by the way, we should let Tyber know about this, he practically funded and built half of this Liner, maybe he knows how the camera could have been tampered with?"
Ships:
.:j:.El.Ron.Skarsle [Waran] ˜˜˜˜ .:j:.String [Conference]
.:j:.RatString [Annapurna] ˜˜˜˜˜˜ .:j:.Skarsle [P;train]
David.Walker [Neptheysr] The Order ˜˜Peirre La Swamp - Wyrm - KuExiles
It's been sixteen years since Michael Trenton and his brother, James, have seen each other. In fact, the last time they did Michael thought James had died. Life was complicated back then for both of them, and at that time they're allegiances were crossed.
You would think blood is thicker than water, right? When reality sets in, it's not that simple. Both brothers have been in the dark about the other for quite some time. To clarify, they're half-brothers. Each share the same father, but their mothers come from two completely different cultures. Michael's mother is a part of the Xeno movement, and James' mother was a proud Junker.
During the course of life, strange events led them together. However, it always seemed to end up horribly for both or one of them. Now that Michael is the President of Universal Shipping, Inc. and James is the Arbiter of the Junker's Congress, things may change...
You rarely hear what the effects are on someone when they take a long trip in the Sirius Sector. You get use to be alone, and loneliness always leads to self-reflection and judgment. You start thinking about your life, what's ahead of you, and you find yourself measuring your own self-value. Granted, the trip from Pennsylvania to Humboldt isn't that long. However, to someone like Michael Trenton, it's not always the duration of the path that results in someone stuck in their mind; it's the reason why you're heading on the path that you're on.
Michael dressed in his old "space rags" so that he appears as if he blends in with the crowd. He was shocked to see how nice Silver City looked. He always pictured it looking more broken-down; since it was run by Junkers and all. It's safe to say his expectations were not met, but that was a good thing. Immediately after walking into the main lobby, a group of women clapped as if Michael accomplished something by coming there. One in particular locked eyes with him, smiled, and said "Welcome to Silver City, Mr. Trenton. If you need anything please let me know.".
After a warm, gentle welcome, Michael made his way to the VIP area. He paid for a private room and hired a couple freelancers to discretely act as his bodyguards if needed. "Just sit over there... Yea, by that door... If you see me scratch the back of my neck create a loud distraction."
Michael Trenton now sitting in a corner booth has just given his hostess his drink order. She rushes off to get it as James Trenton enters the room. Following close by is his trusted bodyguard Marcus.
James speaks..
Mikey as I live and breathe.
Damn. I am rarely shocked these days but you've surprised me.
Never thought you'd actually show.
Just in time for our grand re-opening too!
He pauses to look at Michael's clothes.
In a sarcastic tone he says..
Glad to see you dressed up for the occasion..
Geez brother are times really that tough for USI?!
I mean Damn are you reduced to wearing rags!?!
Or was this your 'slumming' attire since your meeting dirty ole Junkers?
Well either way what your wearing doesn't matter its just good your here.
Marcus turns his head and a green light emits from his eyes.
The light cascades over Michael casting a green grid covering his body head to toe.
It's only there for a second and then its off again.
Marcus says..
He's clean.. no threat detected.
Identity confirmed Michael Trenton.
Unarmed too?
I'm impressed you have mucho grande juevo's mi hermano.
So before we talk business.. Let's clear the air.
Regardless of what has happened in our past.
I am only interested in what happens in our future.
The hostess returns holding a tray with drinks on it.
A very fine bottle of Scotch sits in the center. She says.. As you requested Mr.Trenton here is your drinks
Michael and James turn to thank her at the exact same time.
She pauses a moment awkwardly while turning to face James. Oh I'm sorry Mr. Trenton.. uh.. I meant the other uhm.. Mr. Trent.. Hahaha gonna have to get usta that I guess!
She meant me bro I told her to bring us a bottle of our finest.
Please let us sit and have a drink we have much to discuss.
James and Michael now sit in the booth as the hostess pours them both a drink.
She hands them to the brothers and walks away.
Both men now holding glasses James says..
Upon receiving the message that they arrived at Silver City, Eloise exited her Eclipse and began to make her way out of the O’Gordon towards where she thought the docking port was located. The ship was eerily silent, almost completely lacking a crew. The thought had crossed her mind about who maintained and ran the systems of the battleship. She however was interrupted by something that she did not expect.
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