Picaro continues his conversation with Miguel when he notices the bartender, he seemed jumpy, almost nervous but terrified at the same time. Picaro interrupts Miguel for a short moment, Bartender is there a problem? The bartender jumps at the sound of Picaros voice, but also glad to hear one addressing him. For a moment he was almost sure he was dead. The bartender not even thinking of answering Picaro, being still dazed, stands still thinking about what had just happened, but unknown to him he was actually on the floor hyperventilating. Bartender! Answer me ! The voice of Picaro begins to playback into the bartenders mind, he is beginning to come to, he manages to let out a couple words, A... man ..... shadow .. figure...here...then... gone. Picaro looks at the bartender knowing exactly what he was talking about. Picaro leans down, and whispers into the ear of the bartender. I know who you speak of, I need to get you out of here so we can talk. I have three possible new recruits in this room, they don't need to know what is going on. Picaro yells out to Miguel and the Cipriani boys, I will be right back! I have to take this man to psych ward it seems he has overdosed on Cardi and is hallucinating. Picaro picks the bartender up over his shoulder, then takes him out into the haul. He sits him down. Snap out of it ! The bartender looks up at Picaro. Look, what did this figure say ? The bartender now looking at Picaro with a face of terror, whispers out, The figure.. he said.. Picaro now getting angry punches the bartender. Not hard enough to hurt the man, but to get the point across. What did he say ! The bartender whispers, He said, to tell the pilot of the skull-n-bones. "His time is coming, and do not forget." The bartender now paler then ever passes out. Picaro yells to a nearby Slave get this man to the hospital ward tell them Picaro wants him to be watched for the night. He then thinks to himself, this is getting to be an annoyance. What them Admins don't seem to know is if you mess with one of us you mess with all of us and he will soon find this out. The hard way.
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Picaro walks back into the bar sitting down with the three men, I am sorry about that boys, seems I am a bit busy tonight. Now where were we? Ah yes, I am very pleased to here you two boys are joining my squad, will have everything you will need sent to you shortly. And Mr.Miguel how bout that BLS offer ?
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A tall dark man walks in through the door. Sticking to the shadows of the room, he makes his way towards the bar. Without him saying a word people already know who he is, the old leather pilots jacket with the original Brigade logo on the sleeve, the custom pearl handled side arm on his hip & of course the Colonel insignia on his collar gives him away, It is Col. Diablo himself.
"Barkeep, Grab me a bottle of rum & I hear some hooded guy left a message for me?" the old veteran & leader of the Brigade bellows out.
"You Honor us with your presence Colonel" the bartender replies, "here is your rum sir, & I recorded the message on this comm tablet"
"Heh" Col. Diablo half laughs, " That damn fool, he hell bent on revenge it seems" Recon I better deal with this personally"
"Buy the boys a round on me, they deserve it this week" Diablo yells out as he walks to his private booth, comm tablet in hand.
"damn son of a motherless Corsair" the colonel mumbles as he begins to type...
"damn son of a motherless Corsair" Colonel Diablo mumbles as he begins to type...
The Screen on the Com that he sits at goes blank even before he finishes typing in his ID code. It does not last long though as it is replaced by tiny feline in the center of the screen. It appears to look around for a moment, mew at nothing in particular before "it" seems to look directly at him.
Even before Col. Diablo thinks about reaching for a personal comm link, his own chimes out with a voice not heard in months, as matter fact, not heard since the entire space around the old hulk of the Hispania had been obscured by a massive Nano Cloud that not even Bounty hunters ventured near willingly.
No sooner than the voice finishes speaking, Diablo's comm shuts off and the computer terminal he was sitting at lights up again, all in the span of a few heart beats. What he might not notice is the small holo of the feline now peeks out from the screen of his personal data pad.
"What the hell?!?!" The colonel exclaims as he looks at his communication pad. "Ahhh.. Unit 24 must be somewhere in the area, good to see it coming home"
"Them fools from the HAF will have one hell of a surprise next time they try to haul off the Hispania" "Reckon I better inform the Council that Unit 24 may be coming home, & who knows in what shape & condition this time" The colonel thinks out loud. "This is gonna get interesting no doubt"
The Major walks into the bar. He looks around for a second, "Bartender where is Colonel Diablo?" The bartender looks around then replies, "He is in the corner, at table 3." Picaro thanks the bartender, then heads to the corner table. "Colonel we need to talk." The colonel looks up offering the Major a seat. Major Diablo sits down and asks the waitress for a rum. "Colonel this contract you have issued the Assassins. As you know we have taken out two of their ships, but for those two many of the general SOB have lost their ships. It seems they have issued war on us, this angers me. So thus forth at war or not I am going to have my squad kill everyone of them we may come across even after the contract is over. This may not be war yet to you, but in my eyes they have declared war on me so thus I will return the favor to them." Picaro leaves the table to go sit at the bar and plan his next hit.
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A young man walks into the bar.
He sits next to Major Picaro. "I'm the new recruit, the one that found your 'Spaceman'." The Major doesn't stir. "You know, I almost lost it back there when that IMG brown-noserstarted letting off. My name is.." He is cut off when he hears his name being called for another patrol.
Picaro Diablo is lost in thought.Trying to come up with a brilliant plan, one to take out their AFA problem in one swift shot.
A young man walks into the Bar and sits down to Picaro's left.
He begins to talk, only Picaro still lost in thought fails to realize at first the young man is talking to him.
Just as the Major was about to reply to this man he walks over to another table.
Picaro thinks to himself, "I hope he didn't think I was ignoring him. Oh well who ever said I was the nicest pilot around?" Picaro looks up at the bartender infront of him, "Poor me another rum, I'm going to need it."
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Yet another day of guard duty has passed. The young man known as Data walks into the bar, shaking his head to himself. "Bartender, hit me hard!" The bartender asks what's troubling him. "Had an encounter with a Junker; he had some kind of twisted lab onboard his ship for testing the Keeper's body parts. The things he told me..." Data slams drink after drink down his food hole. "Do me a favor, don't tell my brother Sick about this." The bartender nods in a trustworthy way, and the young man stumbles out of the bar.
No longer recruits of the Shadow Outcast Brigade and Blue Lotus Syndicate, the brothers Data and Sick decide to journey together beyond the borderworlds in search of something they have been looking for since they were children- and they don't know what it is that they seek. Before their journey, they visit the bar to say 'see ya later' to all their comrades.
Sick walks in first, always being protective of his brother. "Hey Data, I'll meet you at the end of the bar when you're ready to leave."
Sick has always been the quiet, non-social type; the one who sits back and watches everyone, sizing them up as they talk and move about the room. He takes a seat at the end of the bar, isolated from any possible contact or conversation.
Data walks up to the table in the corner of the bar, the biggest one there. All his comrades are there, trading stories and matching scars with each other. He salutes his superiors first, then commands their attention without saying a word. He remains standing. "I'm taking a leave of absence with my brother. I don't know when we'll be back. It has been a pleasure to serve with each and every one of you; except you, Unholy1." Everyone chuckles. "When I return, I will bring back with me the experience of experience itself, as that is the only thing I live life for. It is the only reason any of us continue on in this universe filled with war and hate. But war can only teach you so much. It is time for me to expand my experiences and find out what lies beyond the consciousness of the mind, and enter the subconscious. I will never forget any of you, and I will return, one way or another- the SOB is all I know. See ya later..." And with that said, Data walks over to where Sick is sitting and they both order a drink, the same drink, the last drink before their unknown journey.
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