While all the people had there attention towards the bar, Christopher seized this moment to slip out, he made it out with out anybody realizing and left Toledos orbit once again to perform a special task, before he left he slipped a communicator into Brain Devons jacket with out him realizing it.
Brian Devons blasted himself drunk, then almost staggering out, He discovered He had something in his pocket.
"Mm... wha.."
He took out the datapad , gained full consciousness after reading the name and with brows furrowed with concentration, proceeded to his room, still reading.
Lee entered the Toledo Lounge once again, this time followed by two men and a woman, their uniforms bearing the insignia of senior battleship officers.
It had been a while since Lee had strayed into the lounge.
He glanced around the room, alert for any signs of trouble.
"Who am I kidding?" He thought to himself "This is home, why would there be enemies here?"
He started to relax more, locating a table and leading his followers over to it.
The trio following Lee sat down around the big, circular table.
Lee motioned towards the bar. "Can I get you some drinks?"
The first man, Paul Foley (First officer abord Lee's Battleship Wyvern) replied quietly "Water for me please sir."
Lee nodded "Alan?"
"Anything strong, with a kick" Alan replied loudly, slipping out of his jacket and dumping it on the seat next to him.
"Ok..." Lee sighed "You really should stop drinking so much Alan. Ok. Gwen?"
The woman who was with them unpinned her hair and let it fall freely to her shoulders, Gwen could seduce men at the worst of times, but when she was off duty and informal she couldn't help but attract glances from the men around the bar like magnets.
"Any fruit juice would be nice" She said, looking up at Lee with a smile appearing on her face.
"Ok, good" Lee moved away from the table, heading towards the bar he couldn't help himself from slightly blushing from Gwen's cheeky smile. The trio was left quietly chatting away. (Or not so quietly, in Alan's case) As Lee ordered the drinks.
Christopher entered the bar once again but instead of scanning the room which he normally does, he just went to his usal spot and waited a new agent to enter the room
Lee ordered the drinks at the bar, then made his way back over to the table.
He sat down and put the drinks around the table.
"Right. I know we are off duty but this must be discussed." Lee reached inside of his jacket and retreved a dataslate, which he slid into the middile of the table, and spun it expertly so it was facing them.
On it was displayed a picture of a man in his early thirties. The page was titled "New Crewman Application"
The trio sitting opersite Lee leaned forward in their seats, pushing to get a good view of the man.
"He is an expert engineer who has proved himself on many occasion, and he wants to join our crew." Said Lee.
Jessica walked in the Lounge and looked around for a a nice table.
"God,I could use a drink.No one told me this is going to be so intense."-She thought. "I just hope they have nice drinks here...oh,that looks like a nice spot."
Jessica sat down when the bartender came and asked her:
"Can I get you something miss?"
"Hm,I need something strong"-She said
"You are new here,aren't you?"-He smiled and continued "I think I have something just for you.We've just received a shipment from the Zoners.Mostly food rations and other basic supplies,but there was some of their legendary "Juice".It'll help you relax."
Xander Aaron Ainsley Augustus Jacen Bastian Eadbhard Alexander Qayshon Dabney von Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorf walked into the bar with his morphing suit set on black. It was armoured yet lightweight. His battleship was in Toledo's orbit, getting supplies and re-fueling.
Duncan walked into the bar, satisfied at having put himself on the roster. He went to the bartender and ordered a drink. "Diet Coke, please. Just a little ice,".
He sat down and noticed a half-eaten sandwich on the table next to him.
After finishing his drink, Duncan felt hungry. So he got a pretzel.
David Freisener entered the room. His face was set and grim. His uniform was the same as before, except it now sported 3 hand blasters at the hip level.
The bartender was surprised seeing the guns and began angrily, " Put them..."
"Don't even think about it" He replied and showed him a piece of paper. The Bartender understood. "Strongest thing you got", He ordered
He sat down inconspiciously in a corner, not particularly interested in anything.
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