Alert Station: Ortega's Bar and Grill.

[RmJ]

Seeing how each blank face in the crowd was too young to remember the quote from Lt. Arrzon, when he stood above the Rhienland Chambers in the Nomad War of 801AS, where he spoke triumphantly, "Damn jelly, they already got jammed." He motions to the eldest of the crew, 47, who he had trained in the academy. He appealed to the familiar face, as he often feels that he had lived too long. Considering none of his friends from the war, post war, and this war are alive. And the Gunny wasn't an easy person to like with his, "We don't cry, because we are men, and we certainly don't hand our balls up to be willingly chopped off." Which he often would refer it to government controls over the LSF or brass weak orders during the mid years through the war with Rhienland. And his most favorite is the demasculinize of male pilots of the most recent years under new Directors feminizing the LSF males. Still former students rank one step above useless and often shared a special connection. The man was named Jeremiah Hamphet. Bretonia born and raised orthodox Libertian his political standings was par with the Gunny's poker face. Hard, immovable, and deaf. Five years in the academy together each developed a crude sense of reasoning. So they set up the table, and rolled out the poker chips.


"Ah, well couldn't expect much out of them."
"Hey, Gunny I hate to cut the usual crap early, but I got something for you."
"Your o'lady's panties? What's the story?"
"Chip (Gunny's nick name), You still pilot right? Well I have a lead on a weapons cartel, low end small arms, and there is a shipment heading out of Penny. My CO hasn't done a cover for it."
"Small arms deal, so what the Liberty Government has been lax of late."
"Thing is, not what they have it's where they're going. I don't have the capacity in my ship to get a cloaking device to work, I've tried. I've watched these shipments for some time and none of them have gone to the same place twice."
"What does that mean?"
"Means there is a secret platform, or base in the general area. They take small amounts and disperse the routes so that it cannot be followed. I've got a guy working on a recharge system that could virtually make the cloaking device remain on. Expect we won't have any weapons or a shield...or heating. We'll have to go in a suits. I need you to pilot my team. You up for it?"
"I'm too old to be a taxi driver..."

The Gunny lifts his face up to meet the half stunned gaze of his former student.

"Royal Flush."

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