It was there that the Freelancer-for-hire, David Gee, who went by the nickname 'G', sat on one of the bar stools in the bar on that late evening. On his hand was a medium-sized "Sidewinder Fang" shotglass (triple strength) just for the occasion, while directly to the right of his leaned elbow were three other equally-sized shotglasses lying empty. And from the look on his face it was evident he was pissed-off...
VERY pissed-off...
"... God damn it... Not another bloody Virage!" He slams a very upset fist on the narrow countertable, making the empty glasses beside him jump a couple of inches, "Those things cost me nearly 60 million each... And I only have 4.
"Well...At least they recovered 3 of the guns...
"Yea... That saved about 30 mill... So it's not THAT much.
"But number 3's heavily damaged and will take a while to fix up.
"Eh...Just don't take on another cruiser.
"Well we didn't, bloody Leon decided to fly to the damn thing... then he just sat there.
"He's lucky he didn't get blown to bits!
"Probably thanks to me, I was more annoying, so it targeted me." He beams a wry smile.
"Yea... And yet ANOTHER batch of nomads lost." He sighs disappointedly to himself.
"This trip is turning out to be much less profitable than expected... I so need them to deliver the goods now.
"Yes... And Iota?
"Iota? I didn't even think about that... A transport can't go there, it's just too damn big... I mean, 4 guard assassins almost killed them, Iota only has THOSE in it!
"Hmmm... He needs a fighter... we'll have to ask him.
"Hehe... We could punish him if he was in a fighter too.
"Ohh..." He starts to grin maniacally, "Good point, though the ship alone wouldn't be even with mine, my ship is one of the best in Sirius... and damn expensive.
"Then what would we do?
"Well he hates nomads... why not let him get to know a few?" He argued.
"Ohh... That's nasty... And it goes against all the training I've ever had.
"Pfff! What training? Hehe...
"Well... I could take him back after an hour or two.
"Nah... He'd just get pissed, hahahah..."
"HAHAH, yea... And his crew would follow him..." He tries to act like he cares, but it's evident its purely sarcasm, "Poor buggers are blind..."
"Not totally blind, thankfully..." A Libertonian man approached the bar stool directly to David's left, and sat down with a soft thud, his face showing signs of weariness and fatigue.
"Oh...snuck up on me...Get me another drink will you, Jack?" He lets a shiny card glide across the table to the Libertonian's side, "Stole it from a 'Sair, I never had it... And keep the change."
The man named Jack eyes the Sidewinder Fang on David's hand, and grins to himself as he calls the nearby barkeep to get the drinks, "... Sure is a pain to be under a captain like ours, I can tell you that..." He breathes a frustrated sigh.
"HAHAHAH! Wolfe was hell... And after I screwed those comms up... yea." David has a flashback-moment to himself, and starts to stare blankly in front of him.
"Heheh... must've been a charming fellow..." He chuckles as the barkeep soon arrives with the new drinks. Jack throws the shotglass to David's hand after getting his first.
Laughing again from the reply, David caught the glass cleanly and took a long sip before continuing, "... She was a hard arse."
"... So yeah. The captain hates the Nomads like an ex-wife trying to bring the downfall of her ex-husband... Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, HAHAHAHAH!" and Jack proceeded to drink his.
"I thought that was Jaden's job, HAHAHAHAH!" David takes another swing of his drink.
"... Say... It'd be interesting if Leon and Jaden should ever decide to get together..." He tries to ponder the scenario in his mind with a grin, "Just think of the fireworks that'd spark and fly, heheheh..."
"Oh God... And the offspring..." He shivers at the very thought of it; the Libertonian almost snorting out his beer in laughter upon hearing the remark.
Slowly the Freelancer leans back, and his face becomes serious, "So... What happened exactly? I'm sure you guys were trying to get out of there... yet you didn't."
Jack places both his hands behind his neck as he began, "Well... Basically, Stokes managed to save us all, that's what..."
"Save you... Not me." David pointed out.
"... Oh yeah... your ship's screwed... sorry for that... but it's not like we could've done anything to avert it."
"Screwed?! it was DESTROYED... Though you did save me and 3 of my precious guns... So that's 30 mill and gods gift, heheheh.
"Well... I won't blame you... I'd say it was Leon. As soon as my scanner alerted me that something bigger than a gunboat was present, I was itching to hit cruise engines... but the Vaga didn't come too... So I had to stay, can't let you kill yourselves."
Jack said in a very wry tone, "Aww, I'm touched, Freelancer...
"But still... We aren't that surprised anymore when Leon decided to swerve the ship to the Irra... God knows what would've happened if Stokes hadn't been using Mila as a 'proverbial-shield', heheheh..." He sips his drink again, "... The only thing that man hates more than the Nomads is losing her... You'd think he would rather leave her in Erie if that were the case, but oh no... she CONVINCED Leon to get to tag along with him whenever... That girl's actually tougher than you'd think: she's been with the crazy through thick and thin... Women... I'll never understand them..." He sips his drink for the last time before finishing it.
"Don't try. You'll be dead before you finish half that course." The Freelancer pointed a friendly finger at the Libertonian.
Jack smirks in reply, "You sound like you've been through that frak before... haven't you...?"
Finishing his drink, David continued, "Yea maybe. But the good thing instead of having a broken heart, I learned how to survive without depending on anyone."
"Too bad the captain doesn't share your resiliency..." Slowly, Jack looks around suspiciously before continuing, "Let me tell you something: The captain sure does care so much about that girl... so much it got him to back down from his vendetta... voluntarily... and as you know, not even Jaden's been able to do that, and she's been trying to do that for like, FOREVER!"
"So he really cares about her eh?"
"Obsessed is more like it, heheheh..." He signals the barkeep for another drink.
"Make it 2 drinks." And the Freelancer passes another card, "Well..." he sits back with a somewhat evil smile, "That IS interesting."
"Yeah... I don't know what exactly is the history between them, but all I know from face-value is that if she ever so much as suddenly vanishes without a word even just to go to the toilet, he'd snap... BAD..."
"Anyway...Who cares about them now? Do they regulate your free time?" David gives a hearty laugh at the Libertonian.
"Nah... That's one of the FEW things I like about that man: he's understanding of our needs a bit... IF it doesn't include the word 'Nomads'."
"Well I'm going to try and do something bout that. I'm going to take him to Iota, maybe if I take him to the real place of doom, he'll realise that he can't do all that much against them. Does he own a fighter or something small?"
"Take him to Iota? What for?"
A wide, evil grin appears on his mouth, "To teach him he's not the biggest thing in Sirius, heheheh... He hasn't even seen a Marduk."
Jack pauses for a moment, "Ohhhh... Iota... The hell-system I kept hearing from the captain... That WOULD make him learn his place...
"Orrrr it'd just make him go berserk..."
"If he did that, he'd die. I went there once, I was in Gamma squad. Of the 6 ships that went in, 2 returned and I was one of them.
"It was pure luck... My position in the wing saved me."
"What was it like there?"
"Hell...
"... I need another drink... And stronger."
Jack calls out to the barkeep to get something called 'black grog', "You're gonna love this drink..."
Soon, the large mug arrives shortly, it's large rim frothing with a very evil-looking black liquid, "This is NOT your ordinary drink, Freelancer... I hear it's almost 80% alcohol content... Most guys get put down in one sip, heheheh..." He swings the drink to G, some of its contents spilling. The smell alone was intense and choking, almost like burning concentrated napalm in one tankard.
Unfettered by such measly first impressions, he caught the drink and simply said, "Bring it." Downing half of it in one swing, which takes almost 30 seconds, he slammed the tankard down in triumph and breathed out, "HOLY... That isn't bad."
Jack was dumbfounded by what he witnessed, "... Damn... Let me have the rest... I think I need all the help I can get if I'm gonna survive a captain like ours."
The Freelancer only laughs as he passes over the drink to the Libertonian.
Grabbing the drink and only getting to the first 5 gulps before stopping, upon putting down the drink the Libertonian's face turns scarlet-red, and he began to speak in a slurred manner, "Ugh... Shure izzz hard tuuhh beee with a cap like ours... mmm."
"HAHAHAH! Bit too much for you eh? I used to take on ol' Rodeny back on the Kodiak... no one could beat him, but I came close."
"Shuhht up! ... HIC... Thish ish nuuthin... ugh... maybe I'll... uuuugh..." He quickly falls flat on the table and goes into a deep sleep.
David inspected Jack for a moment before concluding to himself, "Yep, it'll do that to ya."
He slowly pulls out his pistol and begins to spin it on his fingers, doing his usual tricks with it.
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