She cocked her head to the side after hearing the question. Last thing you'd expect...to hear that name all the way out here in the Sigmas. She paused a moment.
"Well...I've worked alot on Libertonian ships. Mostly civilian models, but I had a good number of jobs with the LPI."
She flagged down the waiter and asked for a coffee before going on. The question had made her a bit uneasy...
"I've worked on a Navy ship before. Not so much, as they have their own crews to do that...I should be familiar enough with the systems, given my work with other stuff from my own house."
Wearing a kilt and sash declaring him a Gordoner of Inverness, a harried Junker bursts through the door.
He is breathless and looks about the pub chaotically, obviously looking for someone.
Approaching the bar rapidly he slaps a c-bill into a puddle of Sidewinder, and begs the bartender,
"Oy! Ave ye seen any o' th' Wake's crew?"
"Not latel...."
He is a blur heading for the door.
Slapping his commcard, he speaks into it,
"Not 'ere. Fire up the burners."
And runs out the door, the wet c-note and the startled looks on the patron's faces the only sign he was there.
Dr. Vasanta docked his Camara with the station and a small drink of Liberty Ale. "God, that stuff is awful," he though. "But I suppose that's why I'm headed to a bar, now isn't it?"
Most of the crew decided to stick inside the ship, preferring the Liberty Ale they were familiar with. However, Johnson and Gilliam decided to come with Dr. Vasanta to the bar, to get a decent drink and read the News.
As the ragtag bunch came up to the bar, a large man stopped them and searched them for weapons. After confiscating Dr. Vasanta's mini-zapper, they were allowed in and saw the greatest conglomeration of misfits in the galaxy. Corsairs, GMG, Rheinlanders, Hunters, and even a Gaian- all drinking together, laughing and having a good time. Of course, some of the Hunters looked pretty nervous, "But that's to be expected," though Dr. Vasanta, "Most hunters are pretty stuffy that way." Johnson and Gilliam went off to socialize, and Vasanta went up to the bar.
"What'll it be, mate?" said the bartender. "Whatever's most popular, as long as it isn't a Sidewinder," said Vasanta. Next to him was a cute young lady in a Corsair uniform. She turned to face Vasanta.
"And who would you be?" she asked him.
"Rory. Rory Vasanta," he said.
"Vasanta... that's exotic. I like that," she said, grinning at him.
"I get that a lot," Dr. Vasanta said. "So, where's a pretty young lady like you from?
"All the way from Crete. Decided it was time for a change in scenery and left home. But now, I've got
nowhere to go and not a lot of cash left."
"Oh? Well then, would you potentially be interested in traveling with me? I've got a Camara in the docking bay. I go around the galaxy, just researching things and seeing the sights."
"That sounds awesome. I'm in."
The bartender arrived with Vasanta's drink. He drank it all in one swig, paid the bartender, and stoof up. "Well, I'll get my crew and we'll be on our way.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Cecelia. Just Cecelia."
"Cecelia... I like that name. Alright then, let's be off.
He'd thing for a while before answearing her again. "Indeed...... but have you worked with advanced equipment computers engines all of it..... before you ask I am not a Liberty operative."He'd rub his right eye abit before continuing."The reason I asked was get a idea if you have worked with ships that just don't serve as civilian vessel." He'd stand up in his seat and sits at her table in the opposite seat."Not getting cold feet on this deal are you?"
She took a moment to watch the strangely dressed man run in and out of the room before diverting her attention back to the man.
"Well yeah...I've worked on a few ships. Mostly civilian I'll tell you that, but I have gotten the chance to see some more top of the line engines in my days." She eyed the man as he changed his seat.
"You're certianly making me a tad confused... what exactly are you getting at?" She was begining to get confused by the man, or atleast a tad worried by the way he was talking.
A tired man walks through the door, and looks around. Seeing as he is being ignored, He walks to the bar and gets the bartenders attention.
"I need to know if I am able to buy drinks here."
The bartender looks at this man strangely
"Of course."
"Then I will Need 100 crates of any drinks you can get me. Plus-" Suddenly in a hushed voice, "Any special stuff you have."
The bartender suddenly looks Surprised, then backs away at the request for the second items. At this point, the man has both hands on the bar and leaning forward with a serious look on his face.
"I don't have all day. Do you or do you not have these items?"
"Uhh..." A person suddenly walks up to the bar and tries to push the man out of the way
"Move! you holding up the bartender!" The man looks around and sees he has been making people wait for their drinks.
"Oh, well sorry about this," He turns back to the bartender, "If you want to sell these things meet me over by that table." He points to a booth on the wall meant for two people. He walks over and takes a set, and begins to smoke out of a pipe.
A woman in a black trenchcoat and a black helmet walks into the bar. Removing her helmet, she throws it back into the hallway, where it apparently disappears. Shaking her, head, she reveals her short black hair, and with a small smirk, she walks to the back of the bar and pulls out a small silver cube with strange lines on it.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
Christopher just smile a bit before his emotions seem to switch dramatically being a tired and annoyed person into a aware and happy one as he seemed to nod to his self and start tapping on the table with his finger then as sudden as he had changed he turned back into the grumpy one. "Just that my ship... is not of civilian specifications and more military... and a bit.. well shiny." He'd shake his head and he moved to get up."I will contact you when we can begin the work."
He walked off to another table and sat down glaceing at the woman only for a second before looking at the 'toy' with unnatural golden eyes then turning his nose up at it before shifting to lay along one of the seats leaning against the wall as he moved ear phones up to his ears and listend to the music.
The man had been there long enough to order a few drinks. At this time, he was a bit buzzed but still under control. There was still a glass of alcohol in from of him but he refused to drink it. The bartender has been busy with many costumers going in and out.
Once he saw a woman, who was clearly stripping a disguise, go to a table close to him and start play with this odd object. The man then turned a bit to get a better look and found this cube was a silver colour with odd lines on it. There also seems-
He suddenly turned around quickly as people noticed he was staring at the women. "Best not to tip them off," He though as he looked around.
The woman continued to tinker, but ultimately knew she was being watched. Letting herself an inward smile, she put down the cube on the table, and pulled a small key from her pocket, clicking it into the top of the box and turning, until five clicks were heard inside. The box then changed, the corners going out diagonally, and a small silver bar releasing from the bottom and sides, showing a strange blue light within.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
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