Posts: 8,824
Threads: 747
Joined: Aug 2008
Staff roles: Moderator
Doc, frustrated, pounded his Scotch and asked for another. He was silent as he waited, overwhelmed with emotion and he was doing a poor job hiding it.
"I am tired, Alvin," he said, placing his hands around his glass, "I am tired...tired of it all. I have Outcasts waging war with me, a group of extremists doing the same for whatever the reason and Gallic Royals who carry grudges hundreds of years old wanting to kill us...."
He again sighed and took a swig of his Scotch. He then slid his datapad to him, "look at this garbage!" http://discoverygc.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=79249
He took another swig, he then looked around the ship he had built from a dream and finished off his Scotch, "..just sick of it. All of this for nothing. Why do you think I closed Baffin?"
He then looked into Alvin's face, "right now, I don't think the Zoners can safely do anything," as he tapped Alvin's datapad with the information on it.
Doreen placed another glass of Scotch before him and walked away to continue with her patrons. He leaned on his folded arms, a few inches closer to his friend, "I opened an old chest of mine today," he began, "it had my pistol belt with both of my old pistols on it. They still work perfectly and have modified ammunition and dammit I still sling a quick gun." He then leaned back, put on his Cheshire cat smile and took a swig of his Scotch, "maybe it's time that I go back to the way I once was, as much the scoundrel as many of these very people that I disapprove of are now." The smile then ran from his face, "Those robes I wore, these whites I wear now have little meaning."
He then sat back, his drink surrounded by his hands.
![[Image: 7Md2x4D.png]](https://i.imgur.com/7Md2x4D.png)