"Ok... well Echo wing is getting an up soon, thats gonna be a gunboat wing, as for Fox wing I am changing them into an interceptor wing, I am going to be tooling them up with vipers probably. That's about it I think"
Downs his finger and looks back at Hawk.
"As for the status, our posistioning is awful and two of our pilots from Fox have gone... just vanished, not seen them for awhile, so I am going to call all Echo and Fox pilots to here. I need to send a message to the all actually."
The long coated Bretonian comes out from the Gents, one leg drenched up past the knee. The figure is swearing and blinding as he comes back to the booth and sits down next to Kill33, shuffling him up the 2 seater.
"Smeg..Now look what I've gone and done!" The scotsman and the wing commander turn round to the blundering Bretonian, an awkward look from them both. "My knees gone and crapped out on me!" said Tsunami, signalling the bartender for a dry towel. "Yeah, m'knee's crapped out on me, and I feel over, didn't half go and missfire all the way up the wall didn't I!"
Kill33 starts laughing, just realising what Tsunami had gone and done, then started to push the drunken rear admiral off his now sodden perch.
"He's gone and whizzed up his own leg!" cracked Ross the wing commander, pointing violently at Tsunami's leg. The waiter came, and handed Tsunami the clean towel and suggested he returned to his ship for a change of clothes. Tsunami, sticking to his dirt pride, reluctently agreed and headed back to his Albatross.
Hawk rolling his eyes to Killer mutters "i take it back he's the F**king muppet and about those to pilots speak to Sarge about getting their pay docked and try and get them back here those ships cost us alot" Hawk laughes to himself at his last statment "And now i must return to my ship or the missus will have my balls for breakfast" Killer laughs at Hawk as he leaves to head for his BattelStar leaving Killer to wait for a drunken 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
Three quaters of an hour pass by like seconds to the squiffy wing commander, listening to classic 21st century songs that have been restored through lost primitive devices, devices that would intrigue the junkers to no ends. The ruffled-up Bretonian returns to the bar, sobred up only a nudge, but enough to string sentances clearly..
"Smeggin', all right mate?!" spits the surly Bretonian "I've gone and cleaned meself up..Quick change o' trousers!" Tsunami hic-cups and sits down opposite Ross. Ross flags down the waiter and orders a pair of Irish Stouts. When the drinks arrived they were pure black, with a white throthy head that reached the glasses rim.
"Drink up! I know it's your favourite Mike.." Both men continue drinking, much more steady than last time. The two men drinking from the IMG Booth continue talking about mining matters previous to them and their experiences, and as they do a twitchy looking figure walked through the entrance and orders an odd, crystal blue coloured drink..
OOC: This is an open ended RP, if anyone from a civilian to a miner wants to join in, feel free. This ISN'T UKMG specific, just keep within character please.
A few days have passed since UKMG ships were docked at Java but now The R.M.S EvilScotsman was back docked along side Tsunami's ship And they were both heading to the bar.
As Hawk reached the bar he was greeted by the trechcoat wearing britonian Tsunami *That was the thing with the founders son's they all used that names they used when the were young and competed in a virtual reality gaming tornament* "Fit like en Tsunami" Hawk called to him "Innit" He replied. Hawk grined as the Droids gave Tsunami a wide berth as He and Tsunami moved to sit in a booth.
"Now my good man i belive its your round" Hawk stated 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
Both gentlemen walk to a booth, situated out of the way from most of the other miners in the bar at the time. Tsunami kept an eagle's eye on the twitching man still sat at the bar with the Crystal Blue drink. Tsunami and the taller scotsman sit down in a shadowed corner. An android, weary to come near the now sober, but booze ridden Bretonian, asks for both mens drinks, and walks away considerably cautiously.
Tsunami turns to the taller man opposite and speaks out "Well, good to know we still strike caution in some people, being it a droid or those outcasts..Our navy is being upgraded again, the IMG's revenue of building ships has certainly paid off, whilst making a profit, they've sent a new shipment of ships to our cause. The new patented Gunboats.." Expresses the Bretonian.
The droid, once again being cautious of walking near the Bretonian places a glass, which contents were black, with a white head down by the Betonian, and places a bottle of scotch next to the scotsman.
Hawk picks up the fine vintage scotch at takes a sip sighing as he drinks it.
"O and speaking of outcasts" Hawk pulls out a small bag from his coat and tosses it to Tsunami who eptys the contents onto the table the contents being about 24 Standard Siris Credit Cards. Tsunami looks up with a puzzled gaze
"got those tractored in with the wreakage of sevral Saber wings who thought they would have a crack at The Scotsman" Tsunami grin is ear to ear as he repacks the Credit Cards "i thought i sppoted a scratch on her paint work on the way in" Hawk's laugh at this comment draws sevral stares from the other patrons including the man with the blue drink. "ill get these to Sarge as soon as i can heel get um uploaded into the Bank for us " Tsunami said still grining at the reaction his joke got from a still sober Hawk.
"So how long you on station for" Hawk asked Tsunami as he signaled the Droid over to order some food.
"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
The droid walks over, taking some time to overcome whatever fear the android had, and leans over Tsunami's shoulder to take an order. The android walks off to continue the business he had with the 2 miners. Tsunami once again, taking a brief moment to look at who resided at the bar, and still, the man with the Blue concoction was still there, talking to no-one and minding his own business.
"Who, in the queen's name, comes in this bar, and talks to no-one?!" growled the Bretonian. "If he's not a miner or person of business, then surely he'd be of an origin who's not welcome here!" The Bretonian clutches the handle of the sword tied to his belt. "He's obviously looking suspicious!"
The Bretonian was about to hop off his seat, and cause a quarell not needed in the bar, but the taller scotsman bidded him not too. "Dinners on it's way mate, and I haven't eaten since before I took the ol' ship into the Niobium mines, I'm starved!"
The Bretonian settled on his seat, and begrudgingly agreed with the scotsman, not having eaten for a while himself. An android, brought over 2 large trays, and set them on the table. A massive grin widened on the scotsmans face as the android walked away. Tsunami, from the other side of the table gave off a pleased looking face.
"I brought it all the way over from Aberdeen station myself, I'm amazed they still have this stuff over there..Cost a bundle to get my hands on though."
Both men looked down at there huge dinners, a massive steak of meat, running with blood on either plate gave a greeting to each of the mens stomachs as they dribbled at the site of an Aberdeen Angus steak.
Hawk's mind was gone past the point of caring about much atall bar this huge steak and his pint all the problems and plans went out the window. Untill the Man with the blue drink caught his atention and an idea struck Hawk.
"Yo mate lets find out who that boy is" Hawk prompted Tsunami as he signaled the bartender
"Eh?" was Tsunami's replie as Hawk told the Bartender to serve the Man anouther Blue Drink
The bartender moved away to do this and Tsunami took great intrest in the man as he had the new bottel placed infront of him and turned with a puzzled look to The UKMG booth. Hawk only Fliked his head up in aknolgment and returned to his food and promped a slightly dumb struck Tsunami to do the same.
OOC: a reminder that this is an open RP for lawfuls and miners and anyone wishing to contact the UKMG within RP or just to ask any questions you may have for us such as recrutment or anything (you dont have to be the man with the Blue drink)
"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 nodded to the man at the bar with the blue drink, as prompted by Hawk. A scepticle look came from the twitchy man, as if this kind of generosity and good will he'd never confronted before. The man, very nervously nodded back to the two miners in there booth, and continued drinking to himself.
"I'm still unsure as to whether I trust his being here." Followed up the Bretonian. "Still seems unwilling to talk to a miner." The bretonian continued eating his well deserved dinner, waiting for Hawk's reply.
Both men soon continued to eat there dinners, every now and then raising there heads slightly to keep an eye on there surroundings. An hour passes by, and the Bretonian Admiral stands from his seat, quickly downing a finger of fine malt.
"I'm off, I have some usiness to see to with one of our Super Trains." said Tsunami. "Got some transporting to do, and some modifications to buy for a few of our ships." the Bretonian slide himself out of the booth, and waited for Hawk's reply.