[color=#FF6600]InterCom Voice:Hello there, you know me as Alex Bellamy,the ship's barman and your best glass friend. We are ready to serve your needs with high quality drinks and meals. To the Newcomers, the bar is located on deck 1 just below the Lab's and between the two docking point. Enjoy your stay.Alex Out.
Kalliste arrived at the entrance and did surrender three of her guns to the security officer at the door without a fuss.
She walked to the bar counter and tapped with two of her fingers, winning the attention of the bartender.
"Hello, miss. What can i do for you today?"
"Warm food and a whisky shot would be grand, bubba." Silver replied, looking at the twin set of wedding rings she was carrying in her hand.
Quickly, a small warm sandwich found it's way to her front, and she quickly started to eat it, thinking in what happened two years ago, in this very day.
The light grey eyes continued to gaze into nothing, while the mouth continued it's mechanical work of eating the sandwich.
Screams, fire and blood came like flashes to her mind. Brief glimpses of a past far away that she even without wanting, came to her with the 'gentle' touch of a freight train.
One memory stuck and she kept on remind it.
A body slumped in a corner, with an easy grin, and a pint of blood, covering the floor.
Silver slightly shook her head, and grabbed the whisky shot glass.
"For the dead." She mumbled before gulping it in one go.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Let's not beat around the bush here ladies and gents. Not every italics based intro needs to go on and on and on. There was a ship. A shuttle. An X Shuttle. Going from A to B. B in this case happened to be Ames to get a bit of a patchup after slipping though the 'ol Rogue stomping ground on its way to an even greater B.
Our boy Chambers, known to most as Connor, was once inside this ship and now finds himself strolling into the bar to have a jaw wag with his good buddy and favorite money maker (Till she wasn't) Silver. Because, well, damned if you can walk three steps in Sirius without walking into a woman who's nuttier than an overheated dog amiright?
Heeeeeeyo sassy cakes. How goes the whatsit and the so on?
Maybe he could get -her- almost shot by yelling across a bar. That'll learn 'er. Unless she was killed. Not much of a lesson there maybe.
The eyes focused, and a smirk took over her mouth as she turned her head around.
"Daniel! So you got the message." She pulled the half-finished bottle of the 680 A.S. single malt.
She grabbed some more shot glasses from the counter while the bartender was cleaning some bottles with his back turned to them.
The gold liquid got poured into it and the sweet aroma just invaded their noses.
"Just what the doctor prescribed for days like these." Kalliste gave one to Daniel, and nodded before gulping.
"So, no troubles getting here? I did had to shoot a couple of Xenos that were harassing Pumpy before getting here.." She sighed.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
David flashed an easy grin and sidled up across from Silver.
Nah, no trouble in the getting, almost some with the going. I had to swing on by 14 to score some affects that I'd left behind due to brain dumb and ended up in a staring contest with some scrawer woman who was nuttier than a bowl of fruit... Uh... With nuts... In it. That joint is crawling with ornery tits at present, ah, no pun intended. More of a general statement ab... Well you get the drift.
He coughed into his hand and threw back a quick shot to cover the sudden air of anti-suave.
That was about the worst of the show really. I'm just setting out to make a trip north to drop some good tidings on our French friends and collect our required financial largess. Little business trip. I'll see if I can't find you something shiny in a giftshop.
Kalliste nodded. Copper was after all, the paper man and co-boss of the Company. Trips like this were to be expected.
She poured another go into the glasses.
"So... I'll show the ropes to the new one, hm? And continue to shoot whatever moves, around?"
Silver gulped it again and it felt oh so good.
"And you better get me a souvenir. Never went to those parts, but i've heard they have some wicked manual loading guns... If you by chance, see one on the way.." She winked, lighted up two cigars and gave one to Daniel.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
David snorted as he poured himself another shot. Good thing for autopilot and naps.
Should make that a recruitment question. Most anyone else in the sector would have asked for a cheese board or a shirt or flesh art. My people want something to shoot someone with. I'll see if I can't pick you up some kind of breach loader. I'll even make sure it's all manner of fancy.
There was a momentary pause as he let the shot slide on.
But yeah, make sure Inch doesn't eff anything up. I'll be out of reach for a spell after I jump through to Gallia. No way for easy movement of signal betwixt us. But that shouldn't slow you lot down. Shoot everything we're being paid to shoot and see if you can't get a few credits scraped together while you try to get whatever monkey you have on your back to step off.
"There's also the matter of this whole SCRA frack up. They seem to be split up and both groups bashing each other. If you want, i can sniff around."
A small pack of cigars was opened and Kalliste grabbed one and left in on the table for Daniel to use if he wanted.
"After all.. Our contractors didn't mentioned what Coalition to shoot.. And some inside knowledge and warning would be dandy."
She lighted it up and inhaled the smoke and let out a big cloud of smoke.
"For what it seems this Yukon group isn't that big, and they are sure avoiding confrontation with us.
Maybe they can make use of more guns at their side.
Who knows, maybe we'll get some kills in the bag, get payed for it, and probably they will even hire us in the future if they win and give us a pat in the back for the 'help'."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
David waved off the cigar, it has never been his thing, while he considered her two cents.
Hmm... No. While it's as clear as I'm ugly that they're dealing with no small amount of internal strife we're not being paid to snoop. Our employers are as twitchy as any I've ever met and, frankly, I don't expect we'll be any better at poking our nose in than they are.
A shot was idly poured as he idly let the next sentence hum about in his mind. She made a fair point, when opportunity popped up it was left to the damn foolish to ignore any possibility for exploration. Where there was a will and so on.
Best to stick to what we know and just shoot 'em as happenstance allows. Doesn't really matter from our point of view what side of their civil war they're on. We get paid either way... But I suppose that if they had someone on high as wanted to slip a little something our way for services rendered that'd sweeten the pot some. You're more than welcome to look into it if you want. We're making so much per head as it is that I can't be arsed to cut our targets down in exchange for a few more credits.
He threw the shot back and slammed the glass down, with the crack he rose to his feet.
But if you want to charge ahead with anything like that it's on you. I'll be off the wire for a spell, as soon as I truck my shuttle north. You or whoever you make contact with can try and reach me on the horn before I jump out of the sector and into Gallia.
Until then, wel-p. Be seeing you. Stop wrecking my ships and don't get your fool ass killed.
David waved over his shoulder as he slowly strolled out of the bar and back on the road north.
Kalliste sipped the whisky while Daniel waved in goodbye. She thought on the day's happenings and looked once more at the twin wedding rings in her hand.
For a couple of minutes, the whisky glass stood in her hand, like waiting to be drinked while her eyes runned every detail of the rings, like remembering a past life.
Then Kalliste quickly gulped the whisky in one go, feeling the kick of it like a punch to the face, waking her up from the mind daze.
She finished the cigar and thought on what could be done about the SCRA.
"Divide and conquer. Knowledge is half the battle. Don't put ice in the good whisky, it will ruin it. Opportunities multiply as they are seized." She let the words escape her mouth as she watched the news about the Omega region. A whole hour passed and the woman didn't moved a finger.
But it clicked. An easy grin got plastered in her mouth, and her eyes got the killing glow of a predator.
"Hey barkeep. How much was it?" She asked tapping the bar counter.
The man walked with a cred-dispenser and the tab, that she quickly payed and left a tip.
"By the way.. Nice place, Mister. I'll sure to be back."
She chuckled as she left, finally picking her guns up at the way out.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
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