Bentham made his way to the bar, having dragged himself from his ship. The flight from Freeport 11 was a long one, the encounter he had along the way was still playing in his mind.
"He said 'You humans' and he didn't know what junk was... Definitely not one for the Junkers then. But, he called himself Fred. Now... an alien called Fred?" He couldn't make heads nor tails of the whole thing. The most important this was, he felt, getting a drink. Bentham had made a pretty penny selling some scrap to the Corsairs; he was now looking to liquidise his assets.
The barman sauntered over. Bentham raised a hand, "Got any of that Rheinbier?" He took his drink to a table and let out a sigh...
Sierra flew from California system, trying to avoid Navyand Armed Forces patrols so she entered Kansas system. Few minutes later she found Seasons base and noticed Junker activity in Seasons perimeter. In a while "Panther" bomber entered C hangar and people could see nickname of the ship on the left and right side of the hull. "White Tiger". Sierra knew Junkers aren't the friendliest people in Sirius, but maybe there are some good exceptions. She slowly walks into the bar and notices lonely table in the corner. She's quite shy, but orders bottle of Whiskey, watching people around
George, already sat on a table, noticed the newcomer walk in. His table wasn't far from hers, almost exactly adjacent but a few metres awat. He looked up from his Data pad and called towards her. "Greetings, welcome to Seasons" He said, with a friendly and welcoming tone.
Sierra looked at the stranger, who was sitting near and then she fixes her green long hair. "Uhh... Hoya! Is this bar a friendly place for lonely Gaian?" She says silently, trying to stay away from people and avoiding any strangers. But his friendly tone calmed her down a bit. Meanwhile bartender brought her bottle of Whiskey and two glasses. Sierra smiles and looks at stranger again. "Would you like to open this bottle with me?"
George takes off his mask and lets down his hood, revealing the face of a handsome, yet expressionless man. He brushes his fingers through his short, silver hair, making sure it's styled and organized. As he places his mask on the table, he makes eye contact with Sierra for a brief movement, quickly flashing a smile that was friendly yet, mysteriously on the verge of being emotionless at the same time. His slate coloured eyes quickly sized up the person he was talking to, calculating his next step in the conversation before he was ready to continue. "I'm afraid I'll have to decline, I don't drink alcohol" His accent in his voice was no longer blank, but was now replaced by an upper class Bretonian accent. His voice was perfectly neutral. "I'll open the bottle with you if you like, however I can't promise I'll drink. I'm terrible with alcohol. Especially whiskey". He waves at the bartender robot at the bar. "I'll have some water though". Moments later a medium sized glass of water was placed in front of him. He left it untouched.
"Anyway" He says, leaning forward onto the table and resting his arms on it "To whom do I owe the pleasure of this visit to Seasons, and for what purpose Ms...?"
Her cheeks became red as he declined her offer and became shy again. However she tried to keep positive attitude towards Junker and says: "Ahh, I'm sorry then, I have never seen Junker who doesn't like alcohol." Sierra looked at the stranger again and opens her bottle of whiskey. Then she pours some whiskey into her glass , but then she covers her face with her palm, as she found out it was quite rude saying something about Junker avoiding alcohol. "Sierra Hawkins, Gaia's Watcher. People me Sierra or White Tiger, Junkerino.
George notices her face-palming at her own mistake. "I don't take offence at what you said, It's simply a descriptive observation of my behaviour, combined with your own knowledge and previous experience of other Junkers".
He lets a daunting smile escape his lips "Such as if I were to say: You're the most beautiful Gaiain I have ever seen, And that is on the basis that I do not see many attractive looking Gaiains, and you seem to be the rose among the thorns". He grinned. "But right now, I am a man of business" he relaxes his expression back into neutrality. "So you say your name is Sierra Hawkins? Pleasure to meet you. I'm George Masters, but you can call me George. What brings you to Seasons base?" He takes a swig from his water.
She sighs silently and makes a long sip from her glass. "Uhhhh... I'm glad you understand, Junker." Sierra looked at the stranger again and her cheeks became red for a while, when he made a compliment for her. Then she looked at him again. "Maybe I've got something for you and Junkers".