As the door swings open, all eyes turn as not one, not two, but five men stride into the bar, and form a ragged line. Their uniforms range from the dashing blackness of an LSF Commander, to a while boilersuit with a warrants pips on the shoulders, to a battered flightsuit and jackboots worn by a surly youth with a pair of crossed torpedoes tatoo'd to his burly forearms.
"Allo!" barks the commander, stepping forward with a theatric air, "We're the crew of the Beacon Hill, that booty-full ship fighting the whales for space out front. These're the boys:"
"Chief Gunner's Mate Eili Bay 'Gunny', former-BAF, he swings the turrets, eh!" A tall, thin man, with a cheroot stuck between yellowed teeth, glumly waves. He appears to have been smoking his entire life, as clouds of it arise from his formerly-red uniform at evert move.
"Leading Misseleer Stuart Quadra 'Boomboy', former-RM, thats him with the boots!" The youth strolls forward, and snaps a crisp salute, greeted by the bar with a loud belch from Derek.
"Petty Officer Second Class Ricardo Cook 'Sparks', former-LSF, he's the only one who can figure out what 'over' means." So dull-looking he practically floats away on the paint, 'Sparks' opens his mouth and issues a dry "Hi."
"Last, but not least, Warrant Officer Mike Dobrescue 'Chief', former-everything, the Engineer, and coffee-machine fixer. The second bit is the more important one, eh!" The pristine boilersuit gives a casual nod, and begins to eye up sophie with the air of a man making a professional measurement. Satisfied, he nods.
"Erm," begins Kirkalamen, "what do they call you?"
With the air of a man dealing with the seriously stinko, the Commander replies. "Geez, I have a nametag -i ts Commander Johnny Fisgard, former-LSF and LN. They call me 'Skipper', for obvious reasons."
"And what're those?"
"Gor luvva duck, it's 'cause I'm the skipper, eh!"
"What, you skip?" As the bar erupts with laughter, Kirkalmen stands and wanders over to Fisgard. "I was C&I, back in the day. I remember the Beacon Hill, always patrolled Ontario, didn't she?"
"Well, that she did! I though you looked familiar!"
"That she did. Now, come and have a 'Silly Helghast', you look parched."
Jack Handey Wrote:I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
