"Okay so this one time i was escorting this Junker to Trafalgar station, or something from New York, either way we enter New London, and what we see on the trade lane, A Corsair Gunboat, and another one standing not so far from the trade lane, and a Cruiser shows up plus a Fighter and their all Corsairs, so the Junker was trying to get him self out of the situation by talking to them but since their cannibals they asked for some of his crew for dinner, anyway the Fighter is like "This Hunter seems nervous" and I'm like "You think, there's a giant Cruiser standing 100M from me." so the Junker keeps talking his way from getting shot and i join in, I'm lucky i had Liberty Rogues and Lane Hackers in my hold, their allies of Outcasts and Corsairs hate Outcasts so i gave 'em the pilots and saved the Junkers crew, and they redirected his trade run to their base and told me to leave. And the lucky part is that they didn't just ask for some money from the Junker and kill me they actualy let me go and told me to bring more delicious Outcast allies which i found hilarious."
The woman smiled as they all talked. Tinkering with her cube a little, a small spark jumped from it to her shoulder. Where it struck seemed to become silver and sand-like for a moment, before returning to its original form.
:Damn,: She muttered. :The thing still isn't charged properly:
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
She looked at Ace.
:My name is GLaDoS, and my story...well, you'd probably find it either unbelievable, or terrifying:
She spun her cube on the table idly.
:Know this about me though. I am a traveler. I have a troubled past. And i have a -lot- of enemies:
She looked back to her cube. Then she looked up and smiled.
:And this is my companion cube:
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
A adolescent walks into the bar the guards immediately stop him as he trys to slip past, he would be wearing a black long sleeve hood being a bit to long for him as he held the end of the sleeve in his palm, it would be easy to underestimate him as he wore also slightly baggy pants having no real style as they search his sides and legs looking at them seeming to check their weapons, his gaze not staying on them for to long as they come back up and clear him to go past, as he stepped down into the bar he wouldn't seem to be interested in the drinks as he walks by 'Aces Fox.', He would look no older then seventeen or eighteen as he chuckles a bit, it being apparent at 'Aces' fox' and the lady he had met in another bar.
He makes it to the most secluded area he can find and just light any other music kid, would move headphones to his ears and start listening to what ever was playing at the time, seeming quite happy enough to just sit their and watch the world go by, even as people tried to get his attention he would ignore them having shut his eyes and blocking out the world around him like they never existed as his foot taps on the ground along with his heart beat.
Razor looks at the kid laughs slightly, turns to the woman and says "So you do have a name, anyway this is gonna sound weird but, are you following me? I mean first Manhattan, then Fort Bush and now in a different house which is Bretonia on Leeds."
Jason comes back into the bar, he looks more relaxed now (?) but he strides over to the bar and orders a pint while saying:
Jason: Hey! Gunner Jackson needs a pint, and make it a ale willya? I aint be drinkin' more of that piss water in there.
The bartender looks at him with an raised eyebrow and says:
Well, youve been drinking the same since you came in here, youve ordered nothing left..
Jason chuckles, then pulls out some credits and places it on the desk
Jason: Aye well, aint that a suprise, oh well, as a Citizens Army man I need something a bit darker, no lager..
The bartender laughs a bit and asks;
Will it be the brew that you liked the last time around?
Jason: Aye that'l work out just fine mate..
The bartender hands him his pint and as he looks into the pint he notices that his own Insignia isn't showing very well.. He pulls the side of the jacket up so the Insignia shows better, a Bretonian flag, with a yellow strand in the middle instead of the red, and a musket across of it, signifying his title, Gunner.
He sits down at the bar and starts a casual conversation with the bartender
Nodding to the woman, and then turning to Razor, he reaches into his pocket, the golden Wingleader insignia pinned to the inside of his blk/orange racing jacket glinted in the soft light, Ace's pulls out several credits and places them infront of Razor, and gives him a slight nod, as he stands up.
Next round's on me, and watch the kid...
After speaking in a low voice, he makes his way over the bar, and his good pal, Jack.
Jason is sitting and talking to the barkeep as Ace's approaches him from behind, he doesn't seam to notice his wingman and friend but continues to talk to the bartender about women, foods and drinks..