It had been a long time since the Zoners Trading Consortium had claimed Omicron 74 as their territory. The stations were built off trusted designs; the materials standard. Stainless steel, cheap and easy to clean. Structurally sound and simplistic designs. The I-beams which used the minimal material to get the maximum support. But that was a time long ago. A time before the Consortium flourished. A time when the only arms that were needed were open ones. A time before the exodus. And so the Consortium evolved. The exodus spawned the Omicroners. And they do things differently now.
The station has been completely overhauled. Now it's body is ensconced in a shield which could keep a battlegroup at bay for an eon even after reinforcements have swarmed whoever stupid enough to attack it. It's body itself has been upgraded from simply supple sealed steel to a triple-titanium weave with solar panels concealing this fact. The guns were upgraded to support the fixed defenses which protect Omicron 74 from invaders passing through Theta. But all of these facts are kept close to an Omicroner's heart, for there are those who would use it against them.
For those who traverse further than the complex equipment which litters the hangars and docking bays, they will come across a large bar with people always up for a yarn. It is quite a spectacle to behold. Most of the bar is coated in platinum; from the seats, tables and the walls to the actual bar counter. The exceptions being made of diamond or titanium; for the helical structural supports, decorative sculptures and the tops of the table and bar counter. The windows which look into space are made of a clear crystal, which is also used for the several glasses which fill the room, regardless of shape or volume.
And it is here that you will find the the owner of the bar, and serving barmaid, Raluca Kiss. Be warned henceforth; her conduct depends on your's.
Bo slowly staggered into Raluca's Arcadia with a huge poster under his arm and took a seat at the bar. Hi Ral, a cold blond for me please! *hicks* While waiting for his beer, Bo looked around and tried to find Mr.Walton. Where did Ruben go? i brought some work for that guy! Get him to the Auzawandilaz, unloading my cargo pods. I got all you asked for, Ral. Straight from Planet Hamburg *burps* He opened his data pad and showed Ral a picture of the cargo hold. That is what you wanted, right hon? I brought more, from Naha i took this awesome poster! Bo bursts out laughing while showing the poster to Ral.
[font=Century Gothic][color=#FF99FF]Raluca was mixing some coktails when Bo came by and showed her his datapad and the cardboard.
Oh, Bo, you're my savior. The beer was running low. Seems like we are big consummers of that drink. As for this, she said while taking the cardboard and looking at it, this goes there.
She pointed to one of the pillars and gave Bo a duct tape roll.
Go ahead, stick it there. I'll get you that beer after you do it.
James sat in the shadow of one of the main outer girders. He seemed to be looking over to Tirane but he did not see the planet. He was thinking about the future of the Omicron Zoners. At this time of the day the bar was usually empty. Ral ignored him as always what he was indeed grateful for, although he knew it meant that he was considered to be doleful company these days. He took a sip of his trimineral water he was only drinking with ginger and lemon. He ignored Bo and Ral, mostly because he knew that Bo would like to see her tied upon his bed, which in return she certainly knew to avoid, so their nice little cat-and-mouse game would go on for the next hours.
Sebastien Coen walked swiftly into the bar. He ticked off Ferguson's presence, gave a quick and cheeky wink to Keek who was quite preoccupied with the barmaid's bust, and a curt nod to the barmaid herself.
He sat down at one of the tables next to the crystal window. Soon enough a triple scotch on the rocks would arrive.
He could see the Omicron Theta hole through the window. It was why he was here. He had to leave for Freeport 9, and this was the last stop. Coen sighed and waited for his drink, and his escorts to arrive on Freeport XV.
Bo pinned the poster on the wall and returned to the bar where his beer was waiting. Maybe i'm just too drunk, but this poster is funny like hell. Which reminds me... He turned around to Sebastien. Dude, i'm just wondering if our penalty is already payed?
Jake and me want to go to Honshu beach finally,
last time we got called outlaws and were sent home. *sighs* Bo turned around a little too much, he tried to hang on the bar, but failed.
"Always. There is no other drink worth having. Of course, His Lordship over there will say different." Coen took a large swig of his glass. "But no doubt he brought you beer, and will end up finishing most of it himself."
Coen took a large sip while he watched Keek try to hang up a poster on one of the walls. It did not really belong with the decor, but Lord Bo could get away with just about anything. And to be frank, Coen admired both his character and skills.
Keek stumbled over and tried to sit in the seat across from Coen, asking him a blurry question which involved the words Kusari, fine, holiday, and Connors. Coen's ears pricked up. "If you are talking about what I think you are talking about, then I need to procure the funds from you, Dwanian, Mannock, and Mr LaCroix. When that is done, I will be able to sort it out. But I better contact them to make sure they do not think I am ignoring them."
Bo tried to focus on Sebastien's face, staggering back and forth. Seriously...10 million bucks?!
i didn't do anything, except cutting a good figure, like always... *hicks*
Do i get my own archipelago on Honshu for that money?
' Wrote:Bo tried to focus on Sebastien's face, staggering back and forth. Seriously...10 million bucks?!
i didn't do anything, except cutting a good figure, like always... *hicks*
Do i get my own archipelago on Honshu for that money?
Coen looked sternly at Keek. Very sternly. Then his face loosened and he cracked up laughing.
"Now that was a classic face my friend. I will cover your portion, and Whesto's too if required. But Mr LaCroix and Mannock need to cough up, since I know they have the credits for it. Not that I do not have the credits to cover it all, but they were the ones who got caught." Coen laughed a little more, and motioned for a refill of his glass.
"I bet the Auswandilaz has never carried that much cargo in it's lifetime eh?" Coen tried to drink from his empty glass.
"Gah. Next time ship some scotch from Bretonia instead of all that beer from Rheinland. Anyway, where is Mannock and Mr LaCroix? Been quite silent lately." Coen also wondered where the barmaid was, as his drink was empty.