Boris stared at the object.
"Well,just give me enough time to understand it's purpose,then,perhaps,I'll try my best to help you.Those things are Kusarian to me.Did I told you I couldn't understand the slightest bit of Kusarian ?"
The professor finished off his own glass.The warmth of the liquor slowly made it's way down his throat.
"Now,about this operation,my friend told me he'd need the week to prepare everything he'd need,as the process you need isn't that easy.But he will handle it,don't worry about that.Did you hear news about that good doctor Sprolf by the way ?"
(06-14-2019, 12:25 PM)Sombra Hookier Wrote: If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.
"Well, I know that he's around, but I don't know any details. The last I heard of him was from Phate, who gave him an escort through Vespucci, oddly enough. I don't think that our good doctor is a simple Junker anymore. Come to think of it, I don't think he ever was."
He produced the notebook again, and marked something there.
"I'll just send you a copy of the blueprint for review, but it won't tell you much - bare hardware is the easy part. About the operation, then - I do hope I won't have to leave Liberty? If it's an absolute necessity, you'd have to smuggle me through, I can't exactly fly my ship out and stay alive."
Boris threw an interested look at the man sleeping on the bar and took some notes about man's goals and means.
He turned back to Noam.
"Considering the fact that my friend is of Rheinland blood,it may be hard for him to come safely into liberty,but I guess he could easily dress as a vacationer.Since my shuttle is supposed to be a comfortable one,we should manage to skip unnoticed,take you in and proceed to the nearest Freeport.The travel will be dangerous,but risks have to be taken.
In the name of science !"
He paused and ordered a beer.
"By the way,my friend,you didn't tell me what happened since we last met.Apparently you ran into trouble to be forced to hide yourself."
(06-14-2019, 12:25 PM)Sombra Hookier Wrote: If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.
Noam gave an interested look to the man at the bar.
"Oi there! Not planning to explode on us, I hope?"
Deciding that the man was drunk enough to need a moment to answer, he turned back to the professor.
"Ah, nothing of the sort, my friend - at least no more than the usual. But aside for our project I have some plans concerning the lanes, and it would not be wise for me to travel in a way that could be detected - an ambush always ruins my day. There are some things in here -"
Noam slightly tapped his right temple.
"- the Big A wouldn't want out, and I'm planning to use them."
Noam sipped his tea, looked at the mug, and laughed.
"You know, for someone who doesn't drink, I'm sure in Rochester a lot."
//I'm supposing that this is a little while later, at least one day, probably more... The Doctor isn't a jack in the box. Given the consternation at the point, I'll say it's about 24 hours afterwards.//
"And for someone who stays away from Liberty, I'm sure here a lot."
It was the Doctor's voice. He was standing there, behind them, smiling. He looked a little less worn, and his lab coat was relatively clean this time - most likely because he could not abide appearing in public after the looks he had been getting. Plus, Junking was a thing of the past and it was easier to keep his garment clean. A little easier, in any case. Among other slight changes, there was a small blaster on his side that he had made an attempt to conceal, but barely succeeded.
He cast a critical glance at the man at the bar Noam had mentioned, and then moved over to the chair near Noam and Boris, sitting down with a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, I just keep randomly appearing... it's dreadfully egregious of me, I'm sorry."
The professor looked astonished at the sight of the Doctor.
He shook his hand and ordered three beers.
"This time,Noam,you'll accompany us" he said,handing the glass to his friend.
He then adressed Samuel.
"Your way of disappearing and appearing when you're least expected is most interesting,my friend.By the way,that new labcoat of yours fits you well.You should write your name on it,as I did".
He proudly showed the "Pr.B-Lanakov" mark on his suit.
"That's the way to go with women.Trust me,that's my field.Psychology,not women",he added,after spoting the half-amused,half-mocking look on Noam's face.
"Your blaster is also a good addition to your style,women like big pieces of machinery,don't they,Noam ?"
While saying that,he pulled a big object looking remotely like a weapon from his bag and put it proudly on the table.
"Here is mine,homemade of course ! The Lanakovitch LK01 !"
He said that quite loudly.
Some women in the back turned in their direction.Boris winked at Noam and Samuel.
"See how that works ?"
(06-14-2019, 12:25 PM)Sombra Hookier Wrote: If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.
As Noam received the beer he almost argued, but eventually smiled instead, produced a pill from his pocket and swallowed it in a swift motion.
"Right, right. You'll excuse the preemptive detox."
He listened on and enjoyed a jolly good laugh as Lanakov demonstrated his borderline-insane contraption of a rifle, catching a few female glances in the process.
"I wouldn't know, Boris, I wouldn't know. You're the expert, though."
The Doctor laughed at Boris' antics and shook his head.
He didn't really care about women as much as the professor did...
And putting his name on his coat wasn't a good idea at all.
He, however, did take the beer, as much as he preferred hard liquor and raised it to meet Noam's glass. "Many happy returns indeed, I should hope."
As Delexis more commonly known as ProjectX walked into the bar... For the first time in person...
He approached the bar and the "bar-dwellers" just sat and looked in awe... Never had they seen such a beast... Never had they seen such a computer...
He approached the bar and said only this:
"Surprise me."
The bartender quickly shuffled to grab a bottle of what appeared to be ale...
A drunk pilot turns to Delexis and says:
"Who the f*** are you!?"
Delexis grabs him by the throat and smashes him up against the wall:
"Your worst nightmare."
The pilot makes choking noises as Delexis uses his insect like tongue ( with 4 side fangs) to inject a potent neuro-toxin into him.
Then it fell silent.
Delexis grabbed his drink, skulled it, puts a 50 on the bar and sits at the far part of the bar looking at some papers he stole off an explorer...
