Samantha Windsor sat balanced on a stool, more than a mite stoned, when her datapad beeped. She checked it, stumbling over the sling her arm was hanging in, and slapped it onto the bar.
"Huh...Kuro's left..and someone new..a merchant from Gateshead? Bloody odd..that sort living a life aboard a ship..."
Mark McKenna entered the pub and scanned the room from the door. There were many BAF uniforms, but only two QCRF. He went to the bar and towards Samantha Windsor.
"Captain," he said with a loose salute and a glance at Commander Brock, "mind if I join you?"
Sam looked up from her pad, where she'd been hiding her nose from one sigularly grumpy Isaac Brock, and smiled:
"Welcome to have a seat...or a smoke...I did score some grade A synth from a Gaian a few days ago...Did you know Kuro at all?"
Akumabito walks in, stiffly, dressed in blood dragon garb, followed by a second Akumabito, dressed in a Bretonia pilots suit, without decorations. They take a seat in the corner, arguing angrily in their native tongue. Once the argument is over the Blood dragon dressed twin leaves. Akumabito two looks around, weariness apparent on his features. He orders a scotch and lifts it up. Before downing it he says "To what could have been."
Sir Roger crashed through the door, singing an obscene song about a Corsair widow.
"Brandy!" he yelled.
He stumbled over to the others.
"Kuro, old chap,"he slurred. "Best of luck, old boy."
He paused and sniffed the air.
"I say, what's that?"
Mark sat on a stool beside the captain.
"No, never met him. Heard a thing or two, but nothing more. Lager," he beckoned to the barman.
"Sounded like a good chap, shame we're losing him."
"There he goes," Samantha pointed back to a booth where the Twins were settling.
Mark turned around and watched them for a while, then he turned his attention to the barman. He watched him eagerly and didn't speak again until the beer stood before him. He took a long swig and deposited the glass back on the bar, with only half its contents left.
"I needed that... Synth, you say? Never been much for that myself. I'll stay at the drink."
At the moment the door opend with a slam and a rather rude song filled the room.
Kuro walks out, just before he leaves he says "I am sorry, the HMS Churchill is on it's way to Chukogu. The Akumabito project financed it at great cost. To protect their investment they installed the latest control systems, and kept the root override codes that were hardcoded into to the firmware. The controls were locked out and the ship broke mooring on automated controls and headed into the Tau's during mid watch last night. The project lost confidence in the alliance and took the ship they paid for, it's crew will be ferried back unharmed from Chugoku as soon as practical."
John enters the Crown and Coin and heads up to the bar.
"Scotch. No ice." He looks around the bar, and waves to the knot of officers in the corner.
As he gets his scotch, he starts to drink it down. He takes the glass away from his lips "What a hell of a day."
Sir Michael Brown (BMM-Bristol(T)) - Bretonia Mining and Metals, Trader, Captain of the Bristol Ensign John Thomas ([QCR]John.Thomas/[QCR]John_Thomas) - Queen Carina's Royal Fleet, Regular Pilot Christopher "Chris" Armstrong (Armstrong) - Unioner pilot, Independant Crewman Alexander Cooper (Bs|Alex.Cooper) - Order pilot, Black Squadron
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