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-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Huhuh - 12-11-2010
Barret's eyes shifted from his hands to the rather short man before him.
"Aye. What have you got to do with my cousin?"
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Mr.Fabulous - 12-11-2010
"The Trafalgar Junkers told us to refer to Mr. Isaac Stone for the information we sought... But apparently, he held not this information, nor was he willing partake in finding it for us, even with the... incentives we offered him.
"Instead, he referred us to you, Mr. Barret." The Zoner steps in closer, his voice going darker, more quiet, "Mr. Isaac Stone mentioned you had contacts from reliable sources that would enable you to gather the information we seek. Rest assured, we do not have any whims on how you go about it, nor the credits that'd be involved, so long as we get what we need..."
Then he slowly retracts, and his voice goes softer again, yet still retaining its monotonousness, "... And what we need are the whereabouts of certain, specific individuals... Are you willing to hear more?"
... Meanwhile, the Corsair woman watches intently as the two began their conversation. Soon she gets interrupted when her drink, a translucent-copper-red liquid enclosed within a cylindrical body which had a long, thin neck, was brought to her by the bartender. She then twists 360-degrees around her barstool, grabbing the bottle in the process, before hopping off the chair, then proceeding to join in with her Zoner companion.
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Huhuh - 12-11-2010
Barret pondered the stranger's request, then swiveled on the piano stool to face him.
"You need someone found eh?" Barret sized the man up, he didn't look like he'd prove much of a challenge should things turn ugly. "Well for starters, who are you? I'm not gonna help a random stranger when he's looking to hunt someone down." Barret tilted his head to see the man's female accomplice walking over with her drink. "And are you with this woman or she here for my head?"
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Mr.Fabulous - 12-11-2010
"No." The Corsair woman overhears them talking and replies, "I'm not after your head... In fact, I and my compadre both have more or less the same agenda..." She grins at the man in the suit as she stops near her companion, "... But my reasons are... different, however."
"My name is Leonardo Tigre, and my associate over here's Ms. Casini Chrisostomo." The Zoner introduces himself and the Corsair woman respectively, "We're not of any stature that would make us famous or well-renowned... Just two people getting by with whatever we have.
"As for reasons as to why I'm looking for these individuals, no... I'm not a bounty hunter. Who I'm looking for mostly in particular is my..." He pauses for a moment, and his eyes turn away for a brief moment in evident guilt before looking back at Barret, "... my adopted sister, Milarosa Tigre. She's only a couple of centimeters shorter than I, has copper-red hair, sports blue eyes, and a very... unique enthusiasm. She's particularly-easy to distinguish from other people because, for one, she uses the word 'meep' in her vocabulary.
"The details as to why I'm looking for her are that I..." He pauses again, and his next words come out with a bit of sadness in his voice, "... We... got separated whilst doing a Nomad Hunting expedition in Omicron Iota. Basically, our ship blew up, and we managed to escape in our pods just in time...
"... The problem was, I woke up in Freeport 11, which was in Omicron Delta, a system away from Iota. Unless my escape pod had jump-capability, which would be highly unlikely, the only other reason for this to happen would be that I was tractored in by a third-party and then jettisoned in the Kiribati Asteroid Field, where my associate here found me drifting."
He heaves a sigh as his sad tone slowly begins to be replaced with a more analytical one as he continues, "... and this is where I also seek the whereabouts of this third-party... During the expedition, we were escorted by a Freelancer who went by the name of David Gee. From what I remember, he used to fly this Virage called the Gforce... and from what I remember my ex-security officer once described about him, he was once an LSF-agent until he managed to get court-martialed, but he managed to flee before his sentence could proceed."
Leonardo then gives a slight grin at Barret, "... and finally, I'm looking for the whereabouts of my ex-security officer as well. Her name's Jaden Armand, another Corsair, but she's a cyborg: has her left eye, arm and leg replaced. See, she told me prior to her quitting that she was coming along with Mr. Gee out of a bet she made with him... something about 'investigating whether or not he really owned an estate'..."
The Zoner pauses for a brief moment before he continues, "So yes... Who I'm actually prioritizing to find is Milarosa... The other two are simply back-ups should finding her fail... They at least would be able to tell me what truly happened prior to my ship's destruction, and to the true fate of my sister.
"And yes... I know what you're thinking: the third-party may have tractored me in only, and could've just left her in Iota; or that my pod was the only one that was saved by the third-party, and that hers had suffered catastrophic failure, or any other reason whatsoever that basically means she's dead and not worth looking at... well..."
His right hand starts to tighten up a bit in anger, "... The hope that she's still alive is the only thing I can cling on to... So what if she's... dead, or something else equally-gruesome...? I... I still need to know... I still need to know the truth... I can't go back unless I find out... I cannot rest until I find her... dead... or alive." He heaves a heavy sigh, almost as if he was carrying the universe on his shoulders.
"Si... Another sad story, Mr. Barret..." Casini frowns at Leonardo before she turns back to Barret, "... I also have my own questions for you, but I'd like to know what your answers are for my compadre first before I start, no?"
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Huhuh - 12-11-2010
Barret seemed to ignore the Corsair and leaned back in the stool, however he forgot that the stool offered no back support. To avoid the embarrassing "whoa" he instead continued to recline until his back was fully horizontal. He stroked his chin in thought then eventually sat up to speak.
"Well I ain't looking for a dead person, so there's no reason to look for your sister just yet." He squinted with one eye then spoke. "I shouldn't exactly be popular with Corsairs, so looking for this Armand lass might prove difficult as I imagine the people who would know where to find her are Corsairs." Barret holds up three fingers, then lowers two of them with his other hand. "That just leaves Dave."
Barret stands up from the stool and looks for more suitable chair. He spots are luxurious armchair, walks over to it and lowers himself into it. Satisfied, he grips the ends of the arm rests and continues to speak.
"Alrighty, let's look at this Gee fella." Again, Barret raises his hand, this time counting off key points.
"He flew a Virage, which in my opinion is piece of crap, so I don't think he knows much about fighter combat.
He was LSF, so he will have some training in at least something. However, he was court martialed, so he must have done something stupid. High ranking officers don't do stupid things, so he either had strong morals as high ranking officer or was just a bit of moron and nothing more than a grunt. Now a high ranking officer wouldn't flee to an less than lawful group because of his morals, or perhaps he was instead corrupt and had information for them. A grunt would either be shot on sight by a group like the rogues or welcomed for breaking free from the chains of the man. If he named his Virage "Gforce" he must be a real dope, so that means he can't have been highly ranked."
Barret sighed loudly, then continued.
"What does this all mean? Well if he's fled to some less than lawfuls since he can't go anywhere near cops, he won't be overly hard to find, as there are always people looking to squeal on ex pigs. If he hasn't gone to some less than lawfuls, he'll be in one of three places: Rheinland because Liberty law will mean absolutely nothing over there, off to the borderworlds where again Liberty law won't mean squat or he's at the grand old Barrier Gate station."
Barret eyed the staff of the Drunken Junker carefully and when he was sure none were looking, he took a sip from a flask from his suit jacket.
"So I can get started on my sources in the less than lawful people of Sirius for ya. With luck one of them will find him, because I'd hate to have to turn to my only possible contact in Rheinland." Memories of Blond girl on the command deck of a Scylla fill Barret's mind. He shudders.
"So while I do that, you could head on over to Barrier Gate to look for this chump or figure out a way to pay me. I've got credits, so I prefer gifts." Barret's mind shifts to guns and ships. "How I'd love a set of Natterturn Zweis."
"Whaddya say?"
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Mr.Fabulous - 12-11-2010
"Huh... Unfortunate... Was hoping to find someone reliable... oh well." Casini shrugs her shoulders before swigging the drink she still held to her mouth, chugging it down with little finesse involved.
"I didn't think you would..." Leonardo stared at the floor the whole time as the man in the suit moved to the chair and began his explanations, the Zoner listening intently to the details.
... ... ... ... ...
When Barret had finished, Leonardo then turns his eyes back at him, "Perhaps..."
Casini rolls her eyes in disgust, "But Zweis? Why would anyone want to deal with those inferior Hessian weapons? Surely---"
"Sure, why not?" The Zoner chimes unenthusiastically at Barret.
Casini gives a surprised look at her companion, "Señor Tigre! Just like that you'd vouch to get him the guns? He only said it as a thought, so you mustn't jump to any conclusions."
"Doesn't look like I have anything else better to do, anyway...
"Shouldn't be that bad, I guess. From what I know, Hessians at least operate on Rheinland... and since I've never been to Rheinland before, while we go get the guns I'll help myself to a tour of the place on the side." He gives a slight smile at the Corsair.
The Corsair sports a wry grin in response, "You sure are taking this very lightly, Señor. The Rheinlanders aren't ones to be easily-trifled with, let alone the Hessians, whom alone are an entirely-different bunch of bad eggs... Ugh... Egotistical, self-righteous idiota, is what they all are, ay carumba."
"I'm tempted to tell you how your people treat us outsiders, but let's leave it at that for the moment..."
He turns back to Barret, "Though I would appreciate it if you gave me more options to start on... So long as the information would be precise and equally-valuable.
"... And by the way... Isn't the man you are looking for somewhere still within the Empire? The Junkers at Rheinland would probably have more success in answering your questions, Casini."
"... Si... You do have a point there." Casini admits, albeit sheepishly.
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Ash - 12-12-2010
John was just preparing to show his hand of two aces to add to a third on the table when something large began cutting out the sunlight of the pub's exterior observation window. The pub's lights brightened to compensate and a few heads turned to what seemed to be a large flat object moving into the left of the view outside.
John glanced over and took twice before his face shaped into a concentrated and anticipatory stare. Slowly but surely the large structure moved past showing girders, support columns and massive panels of hull metal. Johns forhead dropped into his palm as a giant letter T made it's way into view. He stared in disbelief as the letter N followed. As the letter A began creeping into view John reached into his pocket and pulled out a small flat cell phone, pressed a button and placed it to his ear.
As the other end of the line picked up the earpiece was flooded with laughter from the recipients of the call.
"Alright gents, very funny, bring her back."
"Because you know I can incinerate you all from here if you don't."
"Alright, just keep her readied"
"Good good"
As John hung up the ship outside slowed to a halt and began moving back the other way, spilling starlight back into the pub. John stood up from the table and flipped his cards over.
"I'l fold. Apologies, got a bit of an advancement in my schedule. It's been a pleasure playing doc, and m'lady."
John took the doc's hand a shook it firmly. Pip looked so boystrous he wasn't sure as to how to greet her. But she helled out her arm playfully and he shook it in kind. Finally John buttoned his waistcoat, put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the pub.
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Doc Holliday - 12-12-2010
Doc had been dealing for some time. The drinks were finally taking their toll and the winnings for the house kept multiplying. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced as he got to his feet, "this game is losing it's allure. I'm out." He then looked to them all, "the house needs a dealer." He took the C-notes he had won for the house and went over to Finnegan.
"I'm not sure what's here but here's the house winnings," he stammered, handing him the sack, "You may add my cut to my neural account."
He then looked to some stairs, "Now, I need rest," he stated, smelling of his drinks and continued in Latin,
Credat Judaeus apella, non ego.
With that, he left for the room he rented for the evening, being mindful to secure the door behind him.
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - TFinnegan - 12-14-2010
Tim Finnegan places the hefty stack of c-bills into Tess' hands and watches Mr Holliday mount the stairs to the Guest Rooms with a wry smile.
She accepts it with a wink and a "Govna."
Johnny, counting his tips from the good Doctor smiles and says, "'At's a right fine old chap, that one." and continues to professionally ignore the goings-on with the Zoner, the indie-Junker and the lovely Corsair.
Pip picks up her tray, stands, and stuffing her winnings into her bodice, bounces back to check on her tables after quickly wiping down the card table in preparation for it's next guests.
Declan, eyeing the tall Corsair lass with less couth than a Hacker on an Agiera transport, almost fails to notice the sidearms on the two Congress members who enter quetly and head for the private .:j:.Congress Lounge. Almost.
Still, he nods and smiles at them as they pass, the dirtier of the two slapping the man-mountain doorman on the back.
Finnegan, with a nod, a finger laid on his nose, and a crooked grin, signals the staff to keep an eye out, as he turns and stalks after the other Congressmen to the Lounge, Tess shortly behind him.
The Keepers had gone as quickly as they'd come, leaving no trail but for damaged Congress vessels.
His need for revenge unquenched, he storms off, clack-clacking his cane, to tend a bit of Congress business.
-The Drunken Junker Pub- - Huhuh - 12-14-2010
Barret squinted at Leonardo. "I can assure you, if my sources can't find this guy, he doesn't exist. Since you already know of him, then he exists, therefore my sources can find him."
Barret stood up and smoothed out the creases in his suit. "Oh and if you can't find any Zweis for me, well cash will have to do, say five hundred thousand credits when we find your man? I'd feel better knowing you'd go the extra mile for me, seeing as I'm willing to do so much for you, a near complete stranger."
Barret nodded at pair. "Now I have some drinks to down, if you need me I'll be at the bar."
With that, Barret headed off towards the shining island of booze.