Bed and Breakfast Pub in Buffalo

[Death.RunningVerminator]

The trader had almost passed out by now. He was starting to annoy his neighbors with the every 5 second HIC! "Weeeeel!!!....uhhh it's HIC! been a niccccce day here foolks!... HIC! Buuooot i gueees i should be goin! eerrrr maybe... some HIC! shuteye would do may neecly." The trader falls to the floor, and... starts to snore?
everyone in the bar starts to get up and stand over him. "WWWHHOOOOGGGE!" The liberty rogues kept staring at the sleeping beauty laying in the middle of the floor. One even poked at the body, but that poke accidentally knocked 5 sheets of folded up paper out of the traders pocket.
The title page read: GUIDE TO SLEEPING IN THE MIDDLE OF A BAR.

[Xydonus]

"Well well well, there's a rugged face that I would dare say not miss", said the barkeep.

The man to whom the barkeep was referring too, sat down on one of the many empty stools that line the outside rim of the bar counter. The dank and misty tavern that resided in Buffalo was pretty much empty with the exception to a few souls who were minding their own business, drinking away and the all familiar scheming that goes on within Buffalo.

"Haven't seen you about for quite sometime..." said the barkeep.

"I've been... somewhat, busy..." said John Savage.

The barkeep went under the counter for a few seconds without saying a word... He then sprouted back up with a large bottle containing what seemed to be a clear bluish liquid.

"Ah, Salesian ale, least you remember what I drink, figured you wouldn't have any more of that stuff lying about", said Savage.

"I've got stockpiles off it because no one else will drink this piss-water that you love so much!"

"HA! Give it here so!", said Savage has he drank from the bottle itself, gulping half of its contents already.

"Ugh, been a awhile since I've had that taste" he said as he put the bottle back down on the counter, "So, anything of interest been happening while I was away", he asked the barkeep...

"O yes, indeed, lots of interesting events that you might need to look into" came the reply.

"Might just do that, load up the rest of Salesian ale onto my ship and send me the bill barkeep! I'll be off to explore!" Savage said with a fairly high and joyous tone.

Just before the Savage was about to leave, a small metal object hit him on the back of the head, he turned around and picked it up... "Whats this?" he asked the barkeep.

"Its credit transfer chip and you know full well what its for Mr.Savage" came the reply.

"Ah yes, the bill, I see" Savage said.

"Yes, along with the other bills that you've yet to settle including amounts for broken chairs, paint work, burnt marks from premature fire from your blasted trigger happy gun and of course, a bill to replace the beverages that you somehow mistook as... yours", barkeep took a long breath.

"Ah yes, right, I see, ok well that can be settled, how about a game of good old fashioned poker?"...

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Barrick Mane {Merc}- History of the Manes
Xydonus.Xavier
John.Savage {Smuggler} Bio/Logs of JS

[rayne]

Rommie walked into the bar with a face like thunder....

"Gimme an Ale, any sort" she snapped at the bartender.

She quietly drank her drink until she seen one of the Liberty Rogues walk in.

"Oi you there... yea you rogue". she shouted.

"How much do I have to pay you guys to stop you demanding my darn cargo, you are stopping me from doing my work". Rommie snarled

"Well since you have been operating near our base of operations I would say 1 million credits would do" the rogue said confidently

"Fine.... Take it, we are supposed to be allies" Rommie paid the man and went to sit down somewhere quiet and reflect on the last few days.

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Julia Wolfe's exploits as a secret agent
Liberty Intelligence Agency Recruitment

[Death.RunningVerminator]

After seeing this little "exchange" of money. Verminator, lying on his back still in the middle of the floor, decided to go handle this. "Hey! Hey you!" the rogues turned around. "Give her the money back!" "No! my money!," proclaimed one of the rogues. "Well then i guess i just have to show you what i learned at the academy...

Within 30 seconds he had made sure the walls were a new shade of dark red. And also managed to get the 1mil from a rogue trying to crawl away. He handed her the money and sat back down on the floor. "nighty Night you youngins"

[rayne]

Rommie walked up to the man who got her money back, he clearly looked abit weird...

"Thanks whoever you are, but it was unnecessary, at least let me buy you a drink" Rommie said with a smile.

They sat down together with their drinks, Rommie was deep in thought wondering who this man was associated with but after seeing his handy work didn't dare to ask him.

"I'm Rommie"
"Do you have a name?" She asked

She sat waiting calmly for an answer while looking around the bar.

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Julia Wolfe's exploits as a secret agent
Liberty Intelligence Agency Recruitment

[Death.RunningVerminator]

"I used to have a name... it was....." Vermiantor pauses and tries to remember. "Ah! It was Mr. ********"
"But now everyone just calls me Verminator, or Verm for short. I see you look baffled by how i managed to make this place look a little more....red. Well dont expect me to tell you. Anyways, i should be going. After i finshthis drink, it's California time."

Verminator checked his wrist breifly. "Damn"

//sorry bout the stars up there i cant tell who he is right now

[rayne]

"Well then Mr Verm, thanks again for retrieving my money"

"If you wanted to tell me who you are affiliated with you would, Im not one to pry" Rommie smiled

"I must take my leave of this place now and find myself a gunner to work for me in my gunboat"

Rommie paid the bartender for her drink and headed towards the hanger bay...

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Julia Wolfe's exploits as a secret agent
Liberty Intelligence Agency Recruitment

[Death.RunningVerminator]

"Well then, nice talking to you. By friend"
Verminator put down the drink and started on his way to the door. when he was rudely interrupted by some very brave rogues. "What do you want rogues?" One of the rogues stepped forward, "Get out! You killed our brothers now get!" Verminator just smiled, "Naaa i think ill stay" Then all the rogues in the bar stood up and started walking their way to Verminator.

[Roabot]

A young Lane Hacker enters the bar, chuckling to himself as he watches one man surrounded by a group of rouges and a pool of someones blood. A fresh wound, still bleeding, is sliced across forehead, adding to the already blood soaked floor. "Damn gauges exploded when a took a supernova hit. My gunships in the hangar bay now getting repairs" he tells the enquiring bartender. Sitting down with a cold beer, he tends to his wound and observes the fight that is about to start...

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My Character stories: Dr Nathan Heart umm thats all so far...

[570580ss]

A little boy, 7 or 6 years old, walks into the bar with a laser pistol smoking at his side. He walks up to the bartender... "Gimme a shot of that liquid cardi." The bartender shrugged and gave him the drink. The little boy then asks for a swirly straw and goes and sits at a table. *2 and a half hours later* He then lie passed out on the table with 17 shot glasses on the table.