"What the? Bah. I didn't even get a chance to drown my sorrows in this drink.. Now I'm being thrown out. Oh well. Come on, let's go Eva."
Torro and Eva left, along with the others whom were crowded around Mancini. The bartender put the closed sign up on the door after the last person left.
[color=#FFFFFF]Samantha put the the glass on the table and positioned herself a bit more comfortably on the chair [font=Palatino Linotype][color=#FFCCCC]
"Alright, Chrissy, what do you have in mind"
Cristina leaned back into her chair, taking a deep breath.
"I've came here looking for you two. So, si, here's the deal.
I am sure that you're aware of all those hopeless Councils that existed in the past. I've planned and discussed with Garrison about making something similar for the last few days, not hopeless though.
You might ask why you two. It's simple. You are representatives of two of four major Maltese factions or whatever you want to call it. So, those four major Maltese factions are 101st, 13th, 81 Syndicate and 212th. Even that the 212th leader is kind of busy, this is still an unofficial discussion about it, so I'd like to hear your opinions."
Death Runner looked at Cristina, confused and curious, wondering if she was serious or this was a joke. He gazed over to Samantha, back to Cristina, then again to Samantha who was doing the same thing. The man realized the Administrator of the 101st was serious. He leaned back, sighing while doing so.
"Well.. It's. It's 'feasible.' We are all most certainly capable of achieving this, I have no doubt in that.. But. Just us four is not enough. We need.. We need someone with knowledge, power, and devotion to fill the void of the fifth seat.."
He pondered for a second, then snapped his fingers in excitement.
"Aha! Garrison! Hm.. But since he is not in the 101st anymore, perhaps he should be an independent representative? That would work out, depending on his situation I suppose. Other than that.. I have no discrepancies towards this quite daring move. Miss Mancini, I will gladly follow your lead, for the greater good of this nation and to the destruction of our enemies!"
[color=#FFCCCC]"It's obvious all three of us have the nation's best interests in mind. And the key to ensure 'em is stick together, so I agree with Cristina on this. But I've been there and believe me it won't be easy, but then again what is?"
Runner, I'm not really sure if Garrison will be capable of this, considering that there are some major complications. I will have a talk with him, but I seriously doubt he'll be able to do it.
And I agree with you, Samantha. Sticking together will lead us to success. We have to discuss details before we go any further into this. And also, we need a leader of 212th here. Could any of you two contact him?"
She stopped for a second.
"We better talk about this in a more private place. I am expecting you in my office at Corsica, bring a leader of 212th too."
Paco sitting on the bar and drink his Rum, but his glas is empty.
Bartender give me a new Rum, and he has followed the discussions.
He is thinking and thinking.
Where are the good old times? That whe fight everyday and won the battles!!!
No Matter How Good You Are, Don't Ever Let Them See You Comming
Paco comes to the bar and want a RUM.
Bartender give me a good RUM
So the barkeeper gives Paco a good glass of RUM
Paco its thinking and thinking and say goddamn everytime i lose my Bomber in a fight, im a big strong guy and the most people are running for me, but in space with my bomber i lose all battles, everyday im training but no way byby bomber, im not happy im angry, but no worry i have a Ranseur and thats for me better, with my ranseur i have more then 10,000 ships destroyed and a hope battleships.
And where is everybody Bartender?.....Im the only guy here in the bar?
Yeahhh hahaha im funny he bartender.
Bartender say to Paco... yes you are funny and a big strong guy, but why you lose everytime youre bomber?
Paco say, listing to me best bartender i train everyday and lose everyday, a fighter of bomber its nothing for me, im better with a Dread, you know big guy big ship.
So Paco drink his RUM and take a new one and is verry drunk
No Matter How Good You Are, Don't Ever Let Them See You Comming
Hector Roberts steps in the bar. Looking around the bar glances a place where nobody sits. Takes the seat, then asks the bartender to serve some fine wine along with a lemon cocktail. Drinking the wine he is thinking about the whole society, about the fate of the outcasts... and the future of the bar.
- This was used to be a good place where people used to hang around... now its... quiet and lonely. I hope we'll see a better future and I hope for the best...
Gently leans back and watches the glass of wine with his mind somewhere else...
~Declare yourself what you wish, do what you like and tell us about it. Or, if you prefer, don’t.~