Toledo Lounge

[Daerune]

Christopher watched as she walked away but did not stand. after she left he moved back to his table where he retreated back into his thoughts hardly noticing anybody or the chatter around the room.

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[Rodent]

Freisener enters the bar.

"Rough day huh, I saw a fighter pilot with bits of his left arm being wheeled off his ship. pretty horrible, heard he is getting a mech arm"

He says to the bartender, then takes his drink and searches for acquaintances.

[n00bl3t]

Von Ormstein sat in front of the bartender.

"How are you Willy?" The bartender shortened his first name Wilhelm down, as a tease. Von Ormstein did not respond.

"I see." The bartender continued, then got the strongest liquor he had from one of the cupboards. "You'll be needing this then." He placed it on the bar.

Von Ormstein nodded and poured himself a glass and thought of the day. "Too much stress on the engines."

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Anything I say is not intended as offensive, and to try and deliberately misinterpret it as such would be an attempt at trolling via misrepresentation.

It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.

[Birdtalon]

Now that the lounge had calmed down a bit Lee decided he ought to be writing those reports for High Command.

He got up, pocketed the datapad, streched and left the room.

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[Tommeh]

After most of the people he knows left the lounge,Jack stayed sitting at bar alone.
It seems that new subject to discuss in lounge was Order rebellions...while drinking Jack was listening some pilots talking about those rebels:

Did you hear about that Son'Ra rebel carrier?
Carrier?how the hell did those rebels got their hands on such ship
Well,it seems that Order primary fleet is taking huge measures to confront those rebels,I even heard that Son'Ra was heavly damaged by primary fleet carrier Tatenen under command of Admiral Jason Night.
Really?well I am glad to hear that,those rebels have already killed several Order pilots....


*A similar conversations could have been heard all over lounge*


Jack listened suprised that those rebels got such attention in Order.

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[n00bl3t]

Von Ormstein heard the talk about the rebels. He could not care less. He knew the Commodore would never engage a ship it did not have to. If they did not initiate hostilities there would be no reason for his ship to.

It was a loud discussion. No-one was bothering to hush their voices. Von Ormstein returned the bottle to the bartender, got up and left. He preferred the gentle hum of the engines.

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Anything I say is not intended as offensive, and to try and deliberately misinterpret it as such would be an attempt at trolling via misrepresentation.

It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.

[Daerune]

Christopher snapped back to reality, he heard the talk of the rebels and he didn't like it he left the bar with out even glancing at anyone

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[Irra]

Gunson walks in bar ... orders drink ... he didn't waited much there after he drink it ... he left bar without word and with unhappy look in face went back to his private quarters

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[ophidian]

It is not everyday that pilots see one of the Admirals wandering around at the pilot country, set aside the Fleet Admiral.

Rand was merely an Ensign two years ago and he had his share of memories in the mass hall. It was strange, seeing time flying by with such changes.

He didn't care what would his presence bring to the hall, he just wanted a drink and rather than having one of those alone times in his chambers, he wanted to chit chat at the bar.

When he came and sat down near the bar, the bartender was surely surprised and couldn't even give a proper salutation, only panicking and breaking the glass he was holding.

Rand didn't even blink, or smile.

"Give me a Toledo Ale, cold. And pour one for yourself."

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[n00bl3t]

An unknown agent walked into the bar. He had his armoured combat suit on.

The omnidirectional microphone was active under his suit. The transmissions was sent through encrypted pulse transmissions on randomly generated frequencies. It made a backup of what was being recorded on a data drive as well. The data drive was also in the agent's suit.

Boehme walked into the bar alone. Takuma had decided to fly back tomorrow and she did not want to spend time in her room alone, or any more time with him.

She took out her bottle and poured herself a drink with the glasses on the table.

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Anything I say is not intended as offensive, and to try and deliberately misinterpret it as such would be an attempt at trolling via misrepresentation.

It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.