Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[Glis]

When Tony stood up, Callahan looked his way but was trying not to catch attention, he thought "Has he been here all the time?" another thought came into his mind "Meh i don't really care..." he went back to his drink still tinkering the gadget thing he got, he didn't really know what it was for or how it worked.

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Code:

This is a signature.

[Osilon]

GLaDoS stood from the table and walked out, following Tony.

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.

[Backo]

In front of Tony's Dromedary was a junker waiting for him. "Is everything loaded up and ready?" Tony asked. The guy nodded "300 units of it." The Dromedary was a bit rusty with a few scratches here and there, but it looked better then the usual Junker craft. Tony opened the hold door, from where the access to the cockpit was. Inside there were a lot of black boxes - the goods he was going to transport. After entering his security code the door to the cockpit opened. He turned on the systems and the HUD lightened up. "Your seat, miss," Tony said while showing the lady one of the seats right next to the cockpit. Then he walked back to the cockpit and sat in the pilot seat. "The take offs are a bit rought," he said while starting the engines "Just hold onto something." The takeoff went smoothly.

/// Should we create a Curacao watering hole, or stay in Manhattan's one?

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Republic of the Sword and Sun

[Glis]

A minute or two after Tony left Razor finished his drink and had some idea of what the gadget he got is, he went to the launching pad launched and set course for Fort Bush.

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Code:

This is a signature.

[Osilon]

A few days later, the woman returned. Sitting at her previous table, she sat down at a corner table, and called a barmaid over, who left, returning with a small coffee and a piece of cake.

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.

[Switchback]

"What a dumpy place. And i thought Manhattan had the Best Bars in Liberty."

After Sitting down near the back of the room against the wall,
and ordering a Rheinland Beer and New York Steak, He pondered his Days occurrences.
"what a bunch of Science Panzies. These New York Folk cant Distinguish a Standard JellyFish
from a Bloody Nomad." Chuckling, he took a bite from his Steak. The steak tasted...odd...
"Hey Bartender, whats with this steak?
"dunno, Why you ask?"
"it tastes Different..."
"compared to what, you Scientific Whimp. I bet that gun you carry is only a Prop gun!"
With that, Andrew Stood up and pulled out his Weapon
" You want to test your Theory?"
"Go ahead. like i said, its a PROP gun"
After setting his weapon to stun and Blasting the bartender, He went back to Drinking his Beer.
After glancing up and seeing that everyone was watching him, Andrew stated
"What, never seen a Scientist stand up for himself?"
And With that, everyone went back to their conversations and drinks.



"Bloody Amateurs" Andrew Mumbled.

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Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.

[Jeremy Hunter]

The man in the black coat walked in and took a seat, ordering a soda. He smiled under his black hood at Andrew. He drained his soda and leaned back. The barmaid returned with another soda. She eyed him with suspicion, then left. The man sighed and drained it.

He looked over the bar, not having a care in the world.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Kilo_Alpha]

A tall, rugged man walks into the bar and stands tall as he surveys the scene. He notices a sign that states "Happy Hour is Every Hour".

"I'm gonna like this place." he says to himself.

The man spots a vacant bar stool with lots of elbow room and heads for it. He notices the live entertainment on stage and the large screens behind the bartender and decides to sit down facing the sports on the screen. The man reads the menu and quickly makes a decision.

"Hello, barkeep. I'll have a New York steak, well done, and two Liberty Hard Whiskies."

The man sits back and notices a character in a dark coat and hood, sipping on a soda.

To the bartender, the man says "I wonder what his deal is. Dressed all mysterious but he seems so care-free."

While waiting for the barkeep to respond the man thinks about how good this steak will taste after his near-death experience. Just minutes ago he had barely escaped a couple of Xenos pilots in sector C3, not far from Planet Manhattan. He was finishing up a mission he'd agreed to back in the Pennsylvania system and then these last two, tough Xenos fighters swooped in on his flank. He had called for assistance from nearby pilots but nobody came to his aid. It was almost impossible to crack their armor and send the escape pods scattering... but he had pulled it off! And now, to celebrate.

He thought to himself, "I wonder if anyone else in this joint is in the mood to party? I might as well have a good time now before heading out again, it could be my last flight!"

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Kilo Alpha
Freelance fighter pilot

Currently looking for security-related work or a [mostly] neutral faction to join.

[RmJ]

-Zigeris enters the bar after nearly 2 years being gone from Liberty. After being recommissioned as a LSF agent. He decided to return to the old places he remembers-


Zigeris: Heh well same old stinky bar. *clutches his left wrist* Water please? *to the waitress*

Waitress: Certainly sir.

- Zigeris finds a table far in the back and deem lit. It was a more secluded location within the bar. With chatter of the bar ever so inconsistent Zigeris zones out.-

"Do ever forget me Ziggy(Female)," "Even now if you go back you will have no future.(Male)" "Go on without me (Female)"


Waitress: Sir?

-Zigeris comes too-

Zigeris: OH yes, thank you! *the class is set down and again Zigeris clutches his left wrist*

Zigeris: 1 year, 5 months and 3 days......

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[sadtranslation]

Cooper gazed at the habitués that paid no interest to her arrival with that expression that almost said for itself that attention isn't required indeed. Neither she, nor her companion, though, looked unusual. Her hair seemed a bit like the morning hair - as it usually happened to her, the man she dragged inside looked unkempt and protesting against lack of courteousness.

She was a simple Liberty girl, wearing civvies instead of uniform, Sotha came out of nowhere and pretended to be the totally usual and the same way typical passerby (who never was involved in conspiracy that turned a whole star system into a dead space). A couple minutes later they were sitting there, staring at each other with the same blended Bretonian whisky poured for two.

Aleesha just started to ask uncomfortable questions, Sil just started to hedge and dodge them.

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