From a door to the side of the bar, a man flew through the door, blood trailing from his jacket. a large hole was in his chest. He came to a sliding halt at the other side of the bar.
A woman followed through, the last tints of silver left from her arms, the appearance fo which revealed she wasn't all she seemed. She wore a black Trenchcoat, and a silver helmet that went down her back and shoulders, seemingly forming into her body. On the shoulder of her jacket the word GLaDoS was inscribed in deep red letters.
She put her hands on her hips, and kicked the corpse. Smirking, she walked back to the bar, and in a multi-voiced speech, said:
:One piece of chocolate cake please...:
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
An unknown man entered the bar, the only thing people know is that he is a Lane Hacker and his codename which is Cypher, he walked to the bar-keep and asked for a strong drink he looked around and saw a corpse he was not suprised he took a seat and waited for his drink.
*The Maverick.IV pulls into the docking bay of Rochester...Bret, Jenson, Ilo, and Miki walk out into the cargo area* Bret: Ilo.....Miki...Have the cargo operators start loading up superconducters for us to take back to Bretonia....Jenson and I are going to look around to see if I can't find anything on the others like myself. *Miki sniffs the air in the bay* Miki: Eww...wat's tat smell capn? Ilo: It's the smell of the uncivilized Miki... Jenson: Smells like life on Vierlande Prison...This should be good.... Bret: Which is why I don't want Miki to go with us...Ilo..keep an eye oh him.. *Bret and Jenson start heading for the cargo lift as Ilo yells in the bay* Ilo: Again?!
*The lift doors open up to reveal several small store outlets and an inn* Jenson: Looks like not many people on this place to do business with. Bret: I don't blame em...this place is a haven for those who don't wish to be found. Jenson: You'll need this then sir. I brought them just in case.... *Jenson hand Bret a pair of Steel knuckles* Bret: Let's hope I don't have to use em...let's try the inn....
*Bret and Jenson walk into the Inn....Jenson looks down at the corpse on the floor* Jenson: Definitely like Vierlande.... *Jenson checks the magazine on his Mauser* *Bret and Jenson walk up to the bar and take a seat* Bartender: A Rhienlander and a freak....You's got balls to be in this place... Jenson: We'll take 2 ales.....make it quick...
*Jenson keeps an eye on the bartender as he pours their drinks* Bret: I'm looking for some friends of mine...5 to be exact....and they look like me...
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
Cypher looked at the freaks chuckles finishes his drink stands up walks over to the corpse and kicks it a bit, he sees that the guy is dead so he chuckles again and walks out.
*Jenson keeps an eye on the hacker walking out* Bret: So your telling me that you haven't seen anyone like myself? Bartender: Look..If i saw something that looked like yurself ere'..I would remember...Now pay for your drinks and get out... *Bret gulps the remaining brew from his mug and slaps down some credits for the drinks* Bret: Come on Jenson...looks like another dead end to me.. Jenson: Aye sir..
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
The woman who had kept her head down at the other end of the bar spoke, just as Bret was leaving...
:Wait:
She said, looking up at him.
:I have seen someone who has your particular...condition...if quite a bit different:
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
*Bret..Hearing this...stops in his tracks and turns his head...looking at he person who spoke* Bret: Who?.....When? *Bret walks towards the bar where the woman is sitting* Jenson: Be careful sir...
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
The woman continued to eat her cake, quietly, for just a moment.
:Well, she was different...rather odd...seemed to keep passing out:
She put the fork exactly-parallel to the remaining cake on her plate.
:And she flew a rather large ship...i forget the exact name...Meeku...Meera...Meeya? I can't remember...:
She shook her head, dislodging a piece of hair stuck to her brow.
:All i can remember is i was told a large price to capture her. But the 'woman' was good...she put about seventy rounds from that autofire rifle before i was forced to fall back...but i managed to hit her in the shoulder with a lucky shot...i'm surprised i could even aim the damned thing under the flak...:
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
*Bret..shocked in hearing this...takes a few steps back* Bret: You...you tried to capture her?..And you shot at her?! *Bret looks down at the floor....clenches his fists in anger from the words from the woman* Bret: And you hurt her....one of my friends.......for money! *Jenson grabs Bret by the sholders and turns him around* Jenson: Snap out of it sir!....She wants you to get mad!....There could be a price on your head for all we know!... *Bret pushes Jenson aside...and drops onto all fours....* *Fangs snarling*.....I...wont.....forgive....you... *Bret lunges at the woman...but Jenson grabs his leg before he makes his target* Jenson: Get ahold on yourself sir!...*Bret's claws gouge into steel floor of the inn*....Get out of here woman!
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
The woman sat back.
:Let him attack me if he will. The woman wasn't hurt, she heals at an incredible rate...as for me, i do whatever i can to ensure i live...is that so hard to understand?:
She took another bite of cake.
:And as for the price on your head, no, no there isn't. Even if there was, i wouldn't collect it...i only take a job when neccessary...:
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.
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