"This, Ensigns, is where we come to drink" said Malrone, with two fresh Ensigns by his side. Both Ensigns nodded and followed closely behind the Lt. Commander.
"Three Liberty Ale's, bartend"
"Of course, sir"
"You two like Liberty Ale, don't you?"
Both Ensigns stared at each other, pondering their responses. Jack simply shakes his head,
"Well, you do now"
As Jack sat down and took a large gulp of his Ale, the two Ensigns hovered over his shoulder.
"Sit down for Christ's sake" - Jack pointed to the two bar stools next to him.
"Yessir"
"We're not on duty anymore, could you two try and have some fun?"
Buzz strolled in through the door with his collar turned up. He was slightly startled at the man that came running at him screaming with his arms flailing. He stepped aside to let the man pass, which he did as loud as ever. Buzz was wearing his characteristic dark grey trilby to shadow his face and a long dark grey overcoat pockmarket with droplets from the now subsiding rain outside. A few Navy and police pilots turned an eye in suspicion as he paused for a moment in the center of the room. Buzz surveyed the scene before him, turning his head slightly from side to side to take in the environment.
He watched as two apparent teenagers in Official Uniforms took wincing sips at the ales before them. Each of them either side of a larger man who appeared to be aggrivated for whatever reason. With various libertonian pilots beginning to stare at him he moved quickly to an empty table on the far side of the room. He sat down and picked up a paper that was left on the table before him. He opened it after he'd perched his foot up onto his left knee and began to read.
It wasn't long before he noticed an empty scotch glass on the table before him. A sparkle in his eye flashed for a second as he picked it up and slid it into his left pocket.
Ranius strolled into the bar, His head high and a simple grin on his face, he liked liberty space, for a bretonian he got on well with eth liberty nationals. His junk of a ship the Blueblade was docked and beeing repaired at a heavy price and he thought nothing more of spending teh last of his earnings on a pint. As he walked into teh bar his light blue jacket glistening with eth rain and his short hair swept back, he stopped as he noticed the liberty officials.
Now Ranius was a strong believer in teh law and didnt like taking dodgy jobs, bu in space one can never be too prepared and even when off his ship he walked around with a reforged sword hanging from his waste. Useless in a gun fight but handy in ship combat in teh tight spaces of his vessel. Seeing the autharaties he never thought about the rules in bars in Liberty space, and standing in teh doorway letting teh cold air in wasnt helping.
"errr.... whats teh rules on these?" He amicably wwaved his sword in front of him, shethed and holding it by the scabbard. There was a silly grin on his face and he tried to look as carfree as he could, whilst teh weight of realising he just walked into a busy bar with a weapon dawned on him. Just his luck to do something this stupid....again!
LPI Officer Robert Jenson walked in and asked for a cofee and a donut.
He then go and sit on the table in the corner and start eating the donut. After only one sip in his cofee he stands up and walk in direction of the exit saying: Note to self, the cofee here is really bad compared to the one at Sunbucks, next time fly the ten more minutes it take from manhattan to fort bush and get some GOOD cofee.
Q 19 year old kid walked into the bar, sat down, and ordered a New York Steak. He pulled out a flask and drank. The smell of Old Earth Root Beer wafed out. THere was something different about him. He talk little and didnt socalize. He listened. The bartender eyed him and noticed the sidearm. It was a sidearm that he knew was in service to only one faction...and the bartender didnt bother to say anything. Best to keep quiet and leave the kid alone. As he turned, Commander Zack Archer, recently promoted second-on-command of Task Force Iota, entered and sat down next to the stranger. Moments later another kid entered. he was dressed like a trader, and as he walked, the bartender heard a Texas drawl. The boy sat down with Zack and the stranger. He sighed. And listened.
Jeremy, I cant keep saying "Who?" "What?" "Where?". Stop coming here.!"
"Zack, I came here to make sure you and Gwyn saw eachother again. Not much else to do on this job."
"Come on ya'll, lets just eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we dont see one anthor!"
Archer shook his head. Jeremy and Tobias were crazy. But they were his best friends.
"Ok. Fine. Jeremy, the moment you get to your ship, go black and dont talk."
"Yessir."
The kid with the Texas drawl laughed as the threesome started to have a good time. The bartender shook his head. Couple of teens. The stranger without the drawl waled up and threw down some credits.
"That should cover it" the boy leaned in closer You never saw me." The kid slouched out of the bar. The other two downed thier drinks and paid. The bartender looked out to see a Percheron, an Upholder, and...It couldnt be. Out of the Hold of the Percheron, an Order VHF called 'Nephthys' launched, then disappeared from sight. It had gone blacker than the night. The bartender shook his head. He never saw it
A well-dressed spiffy looking man with the best suit and hair combed nice and tidy walks into the lounge and takes a seat at the nearest leather chair. He beckons for one of the nearby butlers to bring him some champagne.
"Ahh.. What a nice lounge. You guys sure did do a great job here."
The butler nodded and quickly fetched his drink. Soon afterward, the man that called himself Harvey Dent, had finished drinking his 2nd glass.