The TF7 Las Vegas

[Charo]

The Las.Vegas, an old Task Force 7 dreadnought, the first one on record to hold a triple floor casino. the ship is currently in Coronado, with all Military files wiped clean, and all trace electronics corrupted to show the ship in dry dock in Alaska. The captain of the ship currently opened up the docks to anybody willing to join the fun, as long as they didn't tell the Liberty Navy their position.

Bar is open, and there's a thousand credit minimum bet on the card tables. And be sure to not venture below deck unless willing to partake in less then legal bets.

And be sure not to anger the multiple armed guards.

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[DarthBindo]

Holmes climbed out of the cockpit of his Eagle.

Had the flight deck been full, it would have been quite the task, but the vast emptyness gave him plenty of room to maneuver.

First things first, to track down Allison, if she was even onboard. After that, some gambling and drinking while waiting for the others to arrive.

A smile cracked his face as he ran over to the stairwell for the command deck.

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|

[Charo]

A few hours Holmes lands, the amount of people picks up. But through the crowd, Allison can clearly be seen at the bar, playing with a tiny umbrella in a margarita glass.

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[DarthBindo]

Ian shouldered his way forward, dropping into the seat next to Allison.
"Oy, who might this fine lass be?"
He motioned to the bartender.
"Vodka, my good sah. A bottle, if ye please."
He swiveled the chair back and kept his voice low.
"So, Commander Cain, how ye been?"

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|

[Charo]

She drops the umbrella, turning to Holmes

"Oh, fine I guess. Been a bit on edge to be honest. With this thing, Evans, who thinks it's a military operation, and the fact that I'm the representative of Liberty for Interspace."

She motions for another drink

"How's being a red?"

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[DarthBindo]

"Well, ai'm not quite a red yet. The transmission was some sort o test, i think. Commissar Mendel said twas to see how much of a revolutionary leader i am. Not that i have any illusions 'bout that."

He got the bottle and a glass from the bartender, and poured a hefty shot.

"Frankly, i hope Jimmy and Burton don't show. I shouldn't o given them the fool idea in the first place. There are a lot of horror stories bout Coalition recruitment, and apparently Jimmy already has a bit of a history wit Katz."

He downed the glass and poured another shot.

"As fer me, well, it's something different, ya ken? Sides, when ye been toolin' round Sirius long as i have, your choices get pretty limited. Rheinlands out, Outcasts too, and Kusari. Ai've been round the block in Gamma and London, and i needed somethin' different."

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|

[jimmy Patterson]

<jims spatial jumped into the system,and from old contacts in coronado he found the las vegas and krept up slowly> "hmm i probably shouldent even bother as itll probably just end badly,but who could turn down meeting old friends and the liquor" < he then proceded to moor his spatial and checked his weapons aside from a hidden boot knife ,a coated and sheilded knife, just incase he needed a weapon> "well,here goes" <he walked through the airlocks his knife being mssedin all the scans unnoticed and he entered the casino and headed right to an empty bar> "wisky clean glass leave the bottle" <he survayed the room and counted several guards> "well, now i wait"


//i wont start anything,promise

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kudos tommeh for sig

[Charo]

A guard walks up to Ally, and whispers in her ear

"Ma'am? There's a Liberty Dread on long range scanners, should I engage the cloaking device?"

" Huh, tell me first, what's it registering as?"

"It's the New Orleans, an old Task Force ship"

" Oh alright, give him the codes, and welcome him aboard"

Ally looks down the bar

"Hey Jimmy! Over here!"

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[jimmy Patterson]

<jimmy turned his head hearing a familiar voice tracked ots source then slid down his combat boots quiet he wore a tanktop a black leather jacket<fiberlined bulletproof> and solid grey combat pants> "hello again ally,like what you did to the vegas" he smiled grabbing a second glass and poured himself a shot and her one as well> ""how do you keep her hidden?"

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kudos tommeh for sig

[Charo]

She picks up her glass and takes a sip

"Well, not that concerned about keeping it hidden. But if we find any Liberty ships on long range scanners, we just switch on the cloak"

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