Susan finishes up her bottle of water, glancing at it as if she was willing it to refill itself without any effort to herself. She glances back up at the two bickering men who were still at it.
"Achillie, I believe that this is about your actions not as a host, but butting into things where its between other people. If you wish to speak about being a host, direct him to the bar or something, but remember that even from a hosts standpoint, letting people do their own thing is a positive side.."
Returning her gaze back to the bottle. "Do things yourself instead of leeching off others if I may."
" Well... " he replied skimming a faint gesture with his hands as if he was trying to plow his words from the air
" First and foremost, allow me the opportunity of presenting myself. My name is Robert d'Autoine. Head Councilor of the Commonwealth " he said twisting his hat as a gesture of courtesy
" And as you can see, we are nothing more than a zoner organization who make their living here and while at it, we try to sustain and develop our prosperity " he said
" But what about you, monsieur? " he inquired spreading his palm towards him " To what may I owe your benevolent presence at this exquisite time and place? "
He tilted his head to the mans gesture. "All that is nice and well and no I haven't because I haven't been into Gallia, I am from the Order space and it might stand to reason the way I have been brought up attracts my violent tendencies, you see not so long ago I just finished recovering from a few nomads cracking my skull open which drove me a bit insane... as you might imagine and what Susan has said tends to strike a cord on the right side of things." He sighed rolling his shoulders. "Well... I did tell Susan twelve o'clock was suicidal time...... and since you gave me permission." And sadly even with his luck with a gambler Daerune and went to draw his gun.
Lunari
For all the wrong you have hidden in the dark. The Moon bares witness
Looking up at the two once more, Susan quickly stands up, gives him something equivalating to a death glare, as his arm is aligning the gun she pushes his arm against the tree and pins it there.
"I am rather passive when it comes to things, but I will 'not' have any violence in my presence. Even from someone who believes they can call me a friend." Spitting out forcibly. She spins and walks right up to Achillie, standing only a foot away from him. "Get out of here. I will speak to you later. If you bother him again, I will gladly allow him to actually plug a bullet into your shoulder. If you value your lack of pain right now, i'd suggest you do the smart and logical thing. Come now, you are a scientist. I assume you can figure out what that is."
Spinning around and facing the other. "What the hell are you thinking, actually going to shoot him? First off, this is a freeport, second off, I don't take well to violence. I may go as far as to show you what its like to be shot if you attempt to commit it."
Obviously the action stuck a really bad cord, she starts to calm down, sliding down against the tree back to the ground again.
He would look down to her. "So you've been shot that is interesting." He sat down next to her. "I haven't told you I don't think that I don't carry guns onto a station." He moved his wrist up removing the sleeve and as he had done before on occasion touched it and the gun flickered and disappeared a parlor trick if one might. "Though I don't doubt I wouldn't have shot him and onto that note of shooting me, what makes you think I haven't been shot? I am not just a space pilot you know? Back a while ago there wasn't enough people so we were both trained as pilots and ground forces." He looked up to the biodome a moment and then moved to sit across from her. "You know I miss the snow, There use to be moments you had to be careful of stray fire from above of the occasional bit of debris but it was fun to play in at times." He frowned slightly. "Now all the places that have snow I cant visit."
He sighed and now looked to her tilting his head he was hoping Achille wasn't in the area any longer. "You know, I sent a message off to the admiral of the fleet once, didn't get a reply back... or any notion of a reply, I guess that goes as to far to show the importance of his 'grunts' and then again as Achilles was getting onto, I am to him quite expendable, grunts and generics are often considered such." He looked to her raising an eyebrow. "Do you know that? at times sometimes when the grunt or such is stuck in trouble at least in war times, they aren't deemed 'worth' the resources...... kinda why I prefer to fly alone and ask why a lot and partly why I am now stuck on reconnaissance."
Lunari
For all the wrong you have hidden in the dark. The Moon bares witness
A stranger with green eyes and a worker's sort of cap with a visor has been taking a nice stroll around the biodome, taking in the lush scenery. He thinks to himself "This lush green, so rich a sight."
He continues walking around, collar on his clearly newly bought coat pulled up. To anyone observing him move about, it is clear he might have been looking for someone instead of just sightseeing the beautiful greenery. Eventually he finds the person he intends to have a small chat with as he makes his way through the gardens.
"Yes'sir, that her voice. Right hair length too." he thinks as he comes in on the tail end of the conversation. He stands back some, keeping his distance and trying to keep an eye on her while pretending to look at the various plans and ponds around.
10 minutes left. Sean yawned another time. He mixed a martini and after that turned away. Once again, he let his glance wander around the room, when he suddenly noticed the man who was talking Susan and Achille earlier now pointing a gun at Achille. He wanted to reach for his own gun, but perhaps that would've made the man actually shoot Achille, so instead he pushed the small button on the bottom side of the counter.
Grengar, the lonely man with a odd-looking mask, who sat next to the entrance almost jumped on his feet when he noticed the signal. He rushed towards the counter.
"See that guy over there? In the leather jacket? The one sitting next to Susan and Achille. He's got a gun. Go get him!"
Grengar spinned around and stepped up to the man, but before he could reach him Susan already pinned the man's arm against a wall. When Susan slowly slided back to the ground again, down against the tree, Grengar forcefully grabbed the man's arm and dragged him away from Susan and Achille.
"Ah, see my friend? The luck of a gambler!"Achille grinned maddeningly at his Order compatriot, a mask of showmanship obscuring a wealth of relief. "Thank you, Mc Carthy, for the... opportune... interruption. Perhaps, twelve o'clock is not such the suicidal timegap it's monikered to be hm?"
For a single instant Achille appeared almost genuinely grateful, before the jester's mask washed back over his features and any redeemable traces of a soul were immediately eclipsed. "Ah, well cheri, this depends on exactly what you consider to be the most "Logical thing". He barraged, enjoying himself once more.
"...Now, whilst you yourself have stated that the most... ahem... "Logical thing" would be for me to stop confusing this self-righteous Hercules with the handgun and leave you two to your little chat, would be too much of a liberty to... say... detour from your action plan?..."
The grin became maniacal.
"...Perhaps a little change in setting would be appropriate, oui? Look around yourselves; the tension is palpable. It's certain that we require somewhere a little less... heady, less atmospheric to continue our wonderful argume.... discussion. The airlock perhaps? With a certain Order somebody on the opposing side of a particular hatch? I'm sure we'd all find the experience bracing...."
Achille halted. Clearly the incorrigible McCarthy was reaching the end of her emotive tether, and the threat of being swiftly kicked in the bollocks by one of those sensible shoes of hers defied any entertainment. Besides, the conversation was dry, and the subjects apathetic. The bar held greater pleasures, besides, she had just saved his hide, organs, bone structure, and possibly his existence too from being taken by an imbecile.
"Adieu, Susan, and thank you, sincerely, for perpetuating my life."He shrugged; surprisingly nonchallent.
"And as for you my Order friend... well, you know my name, you're in my house. Perhaps, some other time, we can settle our little feud in the manner to which you are accustomed, yes?"
A parting grimace, and Achille lost interest.
"Eh, Sean!" Nadeau yelled, rebounding like an magnet towards the attraction of alcohol;"Pour me something, anything, just make it bloody strong oui? Good man!" He crumpled into the stool.
At this exact instant, Grengar struck, cannoning into the unfortunate Ordarian with the comparable force of an anti-matter cannon, pasting him against the pine.
"Oi, Grengar, yes? No need to maul the man now, his time will come believe me, just... dust him off and fling him in a coorner somewhere, he'll be fine..."
A wince-inducing snapping sound exuded from somewhere in the agent's pre-eminent direction.
The agent groaned. Considerably.
"I... assume so... anyway?" Achille giggled soundlessly, hiding his face in bar.
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
Gregar, that moment, glanced beyond the bar where Sean summoned him and towards the table where all this insidious performance unfolded.
The situation was disgusting and disappointing considering that illustrious personalities such as the Colonials, IMG and Outcasts make their way here and they have the decency, or the courtesy to respect certain etiquette common for a Freeport, especially when that certain etiquette does nothing but plowing benefits for all the parties.
The ever silent and expressionless character made his way towards the scene, in steady, heavy steps which hit against the ground as flak projectiles scouring the sky and hitting the ground like thunder.
Still, by the time he reached there, the situation muzzled and the tense atmosphere dissipated.
This however, wasn't enough to make Gregar detour, as Achille was turning to leave, he approached the man next to Susan and while throwing an expressionless glare right at him from his mask, his arms pounced forward, straight for the man's arm which was holding the gun in order to grab them.
It is obvious that the ruckus was too much for everyone's liking and it authors of such ruckuses are not welcome here. But there was no need for violence, certainly, so as the silent man had his arms pounced away towards the culprit's hand. It was fantasized that a mere glare through an insidious mask and an attempt at foiling any further tense atmosphere would prove enough of a message that such a discord is unavailing
Although Grengar managed to have a hold of the man for a short while, and this momentary grab was only plausible because first upon the reaching he had gone for a different weapon a very much real one some where else on his body, but before he had gotten it a small glance at Susan had reminded him of her disdain for it so in the end after a very small distance which was really just getting him off the ground, Daerune moved his free arm to press against the Grengar's and in doing so slipped from the mans grasp.
Being he was only near Susan at the time he turned to fully face Grengar, at the current there was little that Daerune had wished to say in response the the new intruder, with a growing bad moon more set off in reaction to the jester's words and most annoying attitude on which there was already a metal note to shoot the man meaning he wasn't so much out of danger at least while the mood persisted within the next few days. "I believe it was sorted." His voice held note of scornfulness as he looked to the mans mask.
Lunari
For all the wrong you have hidden in the dark. The Moon bares witness