Posts: 3,619
Threads: 326
Joined: Aug 2012
Staff roles: Server Administrator
The night long, the days were dark and it was rather cold on Buffalo base tonight. The heating had failed and all the lights were flickering all over the place. A recent attack on the base had caused a lack of power being transmitted in and around the base. However, there was one room that was unaffected from the power failure. It was every favorite Rogues room, the bar.
The bar was a run down joint, mostly made from wood, that individual Rogues had put together. There were long wooden beams that were standing tall and proud with dents and bullet marks in them. Chairs were dotted around the place and several broken tables lay in their wake. The rest of the place was taken care of rather well. They had to because everywhere was work, work and more work.
The Rogues here managed to keep this place up and running as it was their place of relaxation and fun. They had stolen parts from the other side of the base, they had stolen equipment from transports and other bases and they had even forced a few Junkers to mine some scrap to keep this place running. However, there were generators around the place making the bar a very noisy and unpleasant place yet this discouraged only the newest of recruits who were most certainly going to die sooner rather then later.
After a long day at work, shooting the navy, harassing transports then running straight back to The Badlands to find cover, Sam was in the mood for some relaxation at the bar. He planned to get pissed, harass the new Rogues and bully them. Pulling back the sleeve on his rotten shirt, he decided to look at the neural net and find out how much he had earned today.
12,549,345 Credits
With a smile on his face and a swag in his walk, he proceeded to the bar.
Upon entering the bar, Sam look around. The smile on his face quickly disappeared has he realised that there were no seats for him to sit at. This made Sam rather angry so he decided to find some new recruits to throw out of their chairs. As quickly as he entered the bar, he spotted 3 new Rogues sitting happily, chatting away at the table.
"Not anyone more" he quickly mumbled under his breath. He rolled up his sleeves and hastily made his way over to the new recruits. As he approached the recruits they turned to look at him. There were 2 females and one male.
"Get lost" Sam said sharply to the recruits. As if nothing was ever said, they continue to carry on talking. It was obvious that the male was trying to get into the females pants. Once again, Sam sharply said get lost but this time it was enough to get their attention. The only response he received this time was a "No" from the male and they continued to talk. This really aggravated Sam so he shouted at the top of his voice. Silence ran though the bar, the only sound that was heard were the generators running away, as the male and Sam stared into each other's eyes. The male, persistent as he was, confronted Sam whilst rolling up his sleeves. Sam took none of this so he grabbed the male by his scruff and shouted "Get lost". He picked the male of the ground and threw him into a wooden beam, almost breaking it in half. Looking around, he noticed that everyone was staring at him. Not at all phased, he turned his attention to the females. Within seconds, the women stood him and quickly ran to the male that Sam had thrown, leaving the table unoccupied.
"Thank you" he sarcastically muttered to himself. As he took his seat, the bar fell noisy again with chatter and talk. His Neural Net pinged him to notify him that he had a new reply. Quickly raising the Neural Net up to eye level, he decided to take a look. It was not good news at all. His previous transmission to the Rogue Crime Boss had not gone down at all well.
"That arsehole!" Sam shouted. He slammed his fists on the table and threw his head into his fists. All of a sudden, a second transmission comes though. It was, yet again, from Mort. Sam raised himself whilst rubbing his head and to check the new transmission.
Sam was curious, but at the same time he was very confused. He had only met this group in space once before and a dislike to them was taken straight away. He shrugged and made his way to the bar with a "whatever" attitude, ordering some Liberty Ale. After paying the barman, he walked back to his table and started to drink it, wondering about the transmission.
Posts: 3,619
Threads: 326
Joined: Aug 2012
Staff roles: Server Administrator
Some time had passed since Sam received his mission from Mort and not much had been done about it. The last remaining slither of effort that Sam had left vanished over the past couple of weeks. He couldn't be bothered to do much about this mission, although it came to the sudden realisation that he should have done something. Mort seemed pretty pissed of in his last transmission.
However, Sam had a few encounters with this new Outcast group. Quite often, he and his fellow Rogues would be aided by a small wing of these new pilots and usually this would be enough to turn the tide of most battles. Sam thought to himself that a new ally, or rather a new group that would aid the Rogues would be quite beneficial to the Rogues.
He muttered to himself "I really need to do something about this..." he paused for a moment then muttered again to himself. "The quicker I get this done, the quicker I can get my new ship!" A sigh made its way out of Sams mouth as he pulled himself to making this transmission.