Kacey removed the sunglasses as she passed by the security checkpoint. Last time she was here, she was accepted into the Reaver Merc. Co. and saw a ninja. And guns. And her boss, sitting and drinking while it all unfolded. Normal? Yes. After these days flying around and going into some serious storms, replaying that event in her head started to seem normal.
She trailed the bar with her eyes on the entrance and saw a couple of known faces, namely Pat and the weird one called Gumdrop. With some easy steps, she arrived at the bar counter near Patriotic and sat like she needed the rest.
The bartender, a man named O'Reilly, clearly loved by the usual customers, with a thick Molly accent, nodded at her direction and she said:
"A beer."
As Kacey stretched herself in the seat, she noticed Patriotic wasn't one for a talk. Some of the Reavers were like that. Some were boisterous and happy go-lucky, others kept to themselves. Diverse, like Sirius. And trained well in the art of killing. After all, how the hell they would even manage to go in some of the worst case scenarios in a fight, just like the one they had in Omega-7, where her second-hand Bayo got busted up by a lucky mine.
With a sigh and missing already her old ship, the beer arrived and she took a sip, enjoying the coolness for a second. Or two.
Johnson walked through the portal, the first time he’d done so since that initial meeting with his newly minted superior. His jacket did a poor job of hiding the new bandages, but the chill the air didn’t bother the little bit of his chest that was exposed. The keep gave him a nod.
“Been a bit, eh? How’d that chip of yours work out?”
Johnson smirked a little bit and pushed his receding, cropped mop of hair around his forehead. His fingers kept finding the small bump hiding the doctor’s chip.
Two chips can change a lot.Depends on which one you're talking about.
“It worked, that’s about all I can say about it. I’m not dead yet, at least.”
He’d worked the wound at his temple enough that the constant pressure caused the rest of his head to throb.
“Got anything to help with a headache?”
“What a question.”
With his back turned, the keep motioned with his head toward the mostly empty booths in the corner.
“Have a seat, I’ll bring you something.”
The shadows of a few other occupants swayed with the overhead lights.
Patriotic continued to stare at her hand, covered by a single layer of bandaging. The new comers to the bar had gone unnoticed.
A few more moments had passed until Pat rubbed the back on her neck with her right hand, leaving the left dead on the counter.
Giving out a sigh, Pat removed the bandage revealing a bloody robotic interior.
With both eyes tightly shut, she made a fist with her right hand.
Opening her eyes slowly, she gasped. It was as if she thought it was nightmare which could be solved as simply as waking up, but this was no nightmare.
Shaking her head slowly she pulled out a small spray bottle, filled with oil.
Spraying the small robotic parts she slowly began to move her fingers, allowing the parts to move like a perfect pair of dancers.
As she began to wrap her hand up again with a clean bandage she pulled from her left pocket, her eyes crossed with Kacey's.
Showing weakness wasn't Patriotic's favorite thing to display, though weakness was the only thing she seemed to display now'a'days.
Pat smiled lightly, while giving Kacey a nod of acknowledgement.
After Toru docked his Sabre Fighter, he started walking towards the bar like Patriotic told him. While walking, he noticed things he hasn't seen before, people he never seen before, and ships that he doesn't seen flying oftently. After he reached the bar door, he walked in and looked around for Patriotic. After looking around, he saw her and walked to Patriotic, coughed silently and said..
Patriotic looked up, when Toru came into her view she gave him a comforting smile.
"Mister Sato" she said standing, "It is good to see you". Patroitic bowed her head, though she never done it before. "Please, take a seat" She insisted, guiding a open hand across a empty seat next to her.
Toru then took a seat after he was greeted by Patriotic. He was surprised people still bow when they greet others, but thats just his origin probably. After he took a seat, he asked Patriotic..
" If..you don't mind me asking, what is your real name? *he had a smile on his face while asking the question* "
Patroitic smiles lightly, it was a pretty bold question, yet she understood why is had to be asked. "Heh, Emily..." She spoke after finishing off her beverage. "Emily Anderson"
It had been a while since she had heard those words being said, anyone who would actually remember Pat by that name were either dead, lost, or lived in different house space. The sound of the name brought back memories, both bad and good.
" Emily Anderson...good to know your real name now..."
Toru smiled and then asked..
" I remember you said something about the LSF and you said you didn't want to go into that subject since we were dealing the jars. So if you don't mind me asking, what happened with you and the LSF? "
Emily paused for a moment, she knew that Toru had some position within the LSF, but she wasn't entirely sure what connection he has to them.
"I use to work for them, worked my way up to adviser actually..."
Though Toru had a certain trustworthy aura, he could still be working with the LSF undercover, one of the main reasons why 'Emily Anderson' is still registered as a bounty collector for the Libertonian government was that the LSF had measures in place to capture her, and removing such a name would alert Emily.
"But if you want to know more, you'll have to buy me a drink"
She leaned in, wearing a flirtatious smile.
" I could buy you a drink, but if you don't want to remember your past with the LSF, that's not a problem, I was just wondering what happened to you and the LSF...."