Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Primitive]

Earl stepped back from Tucker's hand then in panic of intoxication started screaming too. The crowed finally managed to see something weird, a huge deadly animal in middle of their bar screaming on Earl like it's trying to eat him for a desert. Tyler stood couple of steeps next to them and laughed. "Time to scare him like he scared me " Earl thought to himself. " Help people, there is an huge damn animal trying to rip my head off, beat it with something! " everyone just glanced at him. "Bring me some goddamn golf shoes, we'll never get alive from here !"

[Tanker]

Jonathon walks into the Inn after going through the days reports. It feels good to relax , He thinks. After signalling the bartender for a coffee and a shot of "Mother's Finest" Jonathon sits at his customary table in the back.
The Inn is a bit louder than usual, he grins, It's good to see the pilots having some fun. He then looks around to see who is causing the uproar. And then he spots Tucker wearing that weird flightsuit of his.

Jonathon chuckles. "This here's gonna be fun to watch, almost as much fun as shooting Junkers"

[Daedric]

His adrenaline still pumping from the furball at Fort Bush earlier that day, Joe made his way to the bar for some down time. Entering the bar he made his way to the bar and ordered his usual, then tried to figure out what all the noise was about. He caught a glimpse of Tyler holding his rifle, "This should be interesting."

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[donna]

After blasting a bunch of traders, Donna got a nap at Nome, then came to Ouray for a drink. He didn't know much of the people in the bar, so she just sat, while drinking her beer.

[Shagohad]

It had been so long, he thought as his fighter made entered the dock. Many heads turned as they watched the pink and black Sabre descend upon the deck, extending sickly spider legs from its hull to grip onto the armored deck of the station.

An armored man dropped from the cockpit, landing with a hard clang as the weight of his armor was distributed across the floor through the six claws that were affixed to his boots. Quickly he made his way to the Inn; no one hindering his progress. The halls were all-to familiar as the doors to the Inn swung open, showing a rather sleepy bunch listening to the juke-box and sipping lightly from their beer.

"Is this what I leave? This lazy bunch?" The voice hushed out through the mechanical device affixed to his face.

"And who the hell are y-" A man looked up from his drink, ready to scream in protest as his mouth opened in shock, "But you're dead!"

"So I heard. Now where the hell is Coral? Jararaca needs some attention."

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"

[Penpen]

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again"
Standing in the door, Coral couldn't believe her eyes. She was a little sweaty and wearing an old overall smelling like oil and fuel.
"I had hoped but.. there was no response. Nowhere, I.."
She came a bit closer
"I was even in Kusari, but my fuel didn't last long enough. Where the HELL have you been you god damn..."
she gulped. "Welcome home I guess. Need a drink? They're still horrible but I need one!"

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[Shagohad]

His arms folded across his chest, stance relaxing as Coral approached him. "Y'all went lookin' for me? More dedication than my Ex had, I'll tell you that." He quickly scooped her up into a tight hug. "I've been dead. There was an explosion, bright light, sippin' whiskey with my pa, then I woke up in a hospital."

He gently set her down, puling down the respirator to grin at her. "So about gettin' wasted?"

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"

[Python 72]

Rob Alderson stood outside the door to the bar, listening to the bustle and uproar going on inside. This world still seemed so alien to him. After those hectic days on the run, he never thought he would find a place of safety again, yet here he was in a place of warmth, comfort and peace. '€œWell,'€ he chuckled to himself, '€œas much peace as the Xenos are ever going to get.'€ But the humour didn'€™t last. These pilots, these people, the look of determination and pride in their cause was apparent on their faces. Rob felt like an outsider, he was but a rookie, his skills as yet unhoned and no match for the Liberty Military. But here was a chance anyway, and to get that chance he had to meet those who were to be his fellow pilots. It was thus with a great deal of apprehension that he slowly pushed open the door to the bar and walked in.
The wave of noise instantly hit him. The banter and laughter managed to completely drown out the bands futile attempts to be heard. There was gambling and shouting and fighting in great abundance, but in and amongst all this was alcohol, lots of it. Its effect on some of the patrons was obvious as they joined in singing some lusty ballad, quite off key too. But what do you expect when you live life in constant fear that each minute could be your last? Rob moved to the bar to grab a drink, a few eyes following him with disinterest along the way. '€œWhat can I get you young chap?'€ the barman asked as he leant over the bar towards Rob. Quickly scanning his fellow patrons, he said '€œGive me a whisky, straight, it seems to be popular here.'€ Grinning the barman gave him his glass. Rob gratefully took it, and tried to down it quickly, manly. The coughing and spluttering brought great hilarity from his nearest neighbours. Grinning sheepishly he took a stool and stared around the room.

[Tanker]

Jonathon lays the last report down, leans back and stretches. "Time for some relaxation" he thinks. With that, Jonathon heads on down to the Inn.

He enters the bar and is accosted by the blast of music and the sound of people having a good time.

Drinks are on me tonight! Jonathon announces.

His announcement is met with loud cheers, which momentarilly drowns out the jukebox.

Jonathon motions the bartender for a shot of "Mother's Finest" and heads off to his customary table in the back.

[Not Espi]

Hey, Boss! I just finished the broadcast thing we were talking about. The stuff needed is in the hanger bay. I'll need a bit more equipment, but I talked to one guy on Nome and he said he can provide it within 3 days.

Tucker pours one in, drinks the cup and taps the bar table with his index and middle finger.

We should have the devices working a few hours after I come back from Nome. I'll be right off. Talk to you later, folks.

Tucker finished his drink, stood up and went to the docking bay.