Quiet lies the bar at Java station, sometimes the bartender could be greeted and entertained by the wondering remnent or civilian passing through, but rarely would the floors of Java stations bar move. Until a few decades ago, following the silence came a loud noise. The industrial revolution of Kusari miners, and a handful of wandering bretonian miners who proclaimed peace to Kusari, had brought life into the bar of Java once again, and since, this bar has been home to those who's lives are risked everyday to find a bounty of metal which price would bring a life, not pittied or hated, but loved by those who live for mining, and protecting those of a free mind.
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A mid sized man, brandishing a large and curved sword in it's scabbard and wearing a black leather trench stumbles through the door, with a large grin on his face, and an empty glass in one hand. Greeted through the door and flagged down by a much taller man, who's expression is as much far'fetched as the others.
"Tsunami me dear boy!!" Shouts the taller man from the corner. "Fit like 'en?" he continues. The man brandishing the sword continues stumbling over and falls onto the seat next to that of the taller man.
"ThunderHawk mate!" Hic-cups the shorter man, "Good to see you in the ol' bar, hopin' your mining is proving prosperous for us all?" The shorter man settles, clutching the handle of the overly large blade..
"Bartender a bottel of your finest 12 year old malt" calls ThunderHawk as he and Tsunami finaly sit in one of the booths. "My good man Midge who did you stab up for that blade" queried ThunderHawk as he eyed up Tsunamis fine sowrd. Just before Tsunami could reply the barman arived with a fine bottle of amber malt wisky from the finest barrley grains. "here me old son this will put a frie in your belly" proclaimed ThunderHawk pouring 2 fingers of the malt with a to steady hand for one who has been drinking.
"CHEERS" They both cried and downed the fingers.
"YOU HAVE BEEN WEIGHT .......YOU HAVE BEEN MEASHURED.........AND YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND WANTING............SO GET ANOUTHER DRINK IN YA LAD." Stuart McFarlane Rock Lord Of The UKMG
Both men slam their glasses down to the table infront of them. Taking a moment, Tsunami unties the sword from his belt and places the sheathed blade on the table.
"An old Bretonian miner I used to know before his untimely death by a Xeno terrorist had given it to me to keep a hold of for him!" Expressed the slightly slothed Bretonian. "He gave it to me to look after for him while he went on a mining errand, he must have known it would be his last." continued Tsunami, "Said he picked it up from a Kusari-man who was killed by pirates on a trade route into Kyushu, the police didn't make it in time and niether did he, but they managed to retrieve this sword.."
The Bretonian sits up straighter and apologizes for killing the good atmosphere.
ThunderHawk seemed subdued at the mention of the xenos. Untill he took the Malt bottel and drank a deep swig then offered it to Tsunami with a large grin on his face "the mood may allways be regained" declared Hawk is one of his Enigmatic moods. And then Stood a bit uncertanly to make his way to the Juke Box to key in some Drum and Bass he turned to Tsunami and Bowwed "YOU LIKE THE NEW UPGRADE" he bellowed to Tsunami.
"YOU HAVE BEEN WEIGHT .......YOU HAVE BEEN MEASHURED.........AND YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND WANTING............SO GET ANOUTHER DRINK IN YA LAD." Stuart McFarlane Rock Lord Of The UKMG
A recovered track from the 21st century starts playing, a large droning sound eminates from speakers placed around the room. Tsunami, picks up the bottle of amber malt and begins swigging.
"I bloody love it mate!" dribbles Tsunami. "Oi Oi, our super trains are loaded with niobium as well mate!"
Tsunami's rested elbow slips on the table, and the dis-orientated man regains himself. "Our only problem is that military of Rheinland mate!"
The drunken man stands, in an angry manner, and slugs the android looming over his shoulder serving drinks. Others in the bar, turn looking disgusted at the disgruntled miner as they help restand the android, the sounds of intergrated chips hollering "Sorry sir.." in the background.
"Oh smeggin' 'ell.." sighs the bretonian. "I've gone and roasted one of them waiter things!" The bretonian falls to his seat once again, and slides in deeper till he can slouch no further. "It's causing a drought for us.."
The Bretonian re-straps the sword to his belt, and continues drinking his sins to himself, giggling slightly at the unfortune of the android and those who were peacefully drinking.
Killer strides into the room and looks over the crowded tables for his friends.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU HAWKY-BOY! YOUR GENERAL NEEDS TO SPEAK WITH YOU!"
Almost everyone looks at him apart from two shapes in the corner, so he strides over to them and sits down.
After a few seconds everyone goes back to drinking and the room is filled with noise again.
"Ignoring me again are you boys" Killer says to the two figures.
The people look up and he realises that they aren't his friends.
"Oh right, sorry..."
He stands up and looks around for his friends again and sees them waving at him sarcastically from a booth.
"Ah... right."
Killer walks over and sits down next to Tsunami, opposite Hawk.
"Hello there boys..."
"Well hello there you F**king muppet" Hawk greets Killer with a Finger of Amber Malt and one to himself and Tsunami. They drank them and slammed there glasses Hawk and Tsunami looking content Killer looking slightly worried at what he just drank. "OI Bartender anouther bottle of Amber Malt" as the bartender brings it over Hawk hands him a wod of notes the UKMG currancy a sheet of plastic paper with tempered Niobum strips weaved into them. tempered niobum has a rainbow like aperance to it. "thats for the EX DROID" he say's to the bartender.
"Now lads to Buissness reports show we are all still sober now to remady this situation" Hawk pours them all 3 finger glasses of the Malt. "DRINK UP THATS AN ORDER"
"YOU HAVE BEEN WEIGHT .......YOU HAVE BEEN MEASHURED.........AND YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND WANTING............SO GET ANOUTHER DRINK IN YA LAD." Stuart McFarlane Rock Lord Of The UKMG
Tsunami takes a moment to finish lapping up the malt whiskey. Red-cheeked and slightly humoured, the Bretonian stands up, glaring at the android who previously he slugged and was left with a dent in it's speach compartment, turns round to engage the others in a quick conversation.
"Alright lads, I'm off for a slash.." The Bretonian carries on his ever so slightly merry and slothed way to the Gents round the corner, leaving Killer and Hawk to their business.
Downs the whisky and decides he needs something more to get him equally drunk as the other two, so he grabs the bottle of whisky and downs about half of it.
"Whoa..."
Blinking and shaking his head slightly he watches Hawk down his finger.
"Ok... Ok... I'm good... Now, what did you want to see me about?"
Hawk has a grin on his face saying he is impressed Killer is still concious "well i would like to discuss the UKMG navy with you as in what is our status and what are you plans for armament for our wings" Hawk proceeds to poaur anouther 2 fingers for him and Killer.
"YOU HAVE BEEN WEIGHT .......YOU HAVE BEEN MEASHURED.........AND YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND WANTING............SO GET ANOUTHER DRINK IN YA LAD." Stuart McFarlane Rock Lord Of The UKMG