Nelson's

[Mr.Fabulous]

The wooden door to the Nelson's bar slowly slid open, and two figures walked into the room:

one was evidently a Corsair woman in her mid-20's, who was wearing a scorched, black flight suit, her black, shoulder-length hair, green eyes and pinkish-white skin seemed to contrast her chiseled build, yet the latter wasn't that great, and her figure still looked graceful enough to be called a woman's;

the next person was a bit younger and somewhat harder to read of his origins, what with his short, dark, copper-red hair, green eyes, light tan, his clothes being a brown trench-coat lined with various tools and instruments that looked like they were made from scrap and spare parts, a dark-brown cargo pants equally-lined, and black boots.

The latter featured a still face and an ice-cool stare in his eyes, while the former sported a wry grin to herself.





As the two entered the bar, the man began with a heavy sigh, and says with some disappointment in the tone of his monotonous voice, "... You just had to open your big mouth..."

The Corsair woman turned her head to him and said with upset, "Oh, shut up, Leonardo. I'm not in the mood for this."

"In the mood for what? Realizing that if you hadn't called that Molly in the Ahoudori 'scum' we would've continued on with the mission instead of getting The.Relicanth blown up? I thought you were more of the realist of us both, Casini." The man called Leonardo pointed out.

"Ugh... just forget about it...

"Right now... I need a drink." The two finally sit down on one of the tables, and the Corsair called Casini calls for Nelson with a snap on her fingers, "Bartender... Give me a whisky," She then turns to Leonardo and continues, "What'll you have?"

"Ugh... I don't drink. Just water for me."

Casini rolls her eyes in disgust, "Suit yourself..."

She lets out a slow sigh for herself, "... Ugh... I hate to admit it, but The.Relicanth was nothing but trouble: attracted too much attention, wasn't the most noteworth of ships, and it was already starting to fall apart."

She waves her hand around the air in a relaxed gesture, "Though I feel kinda relieved I don't have to pilot that thing again...

"... I'm broke. I don't have enough cash to buy a decent enough ship for myself."

"Well... I could pay for the ship. It's not like I'm going anywhere else, am I?" Leonardo remarked.

"Really...? That's mighty-generous of you, Señor, I'll appreciate your offer."

"You don't have to thank me... but the bigger question is, 'what ship are we going to purchase?'"

Casini delves in thought for a moment before replying, "... There is one ship that I have in mind. When I was still part of the Empire, I came upon this Freelancer who piloted a Raven's Talon. It looked beautiful, and the pilot managed to down many Outcast Sabres with it."

"The IR-7? That should be adequate enough, yeah. It's a two-seater at the very least, and it's got above-average specs...

"... Problem is, the only shipdealer I know of that sells the IR-7 is at Java... and with your rep being a Corsair, well... that'll present much of a problem, wouldn't it?" He cracks a faint, wry smile.

"There is one other place they sell the ship... Porto Nova, over at Omega-50. It's a bit somewhere in the southern edge of the galaxy, and is a bit treacherous to cross, but it shouldn't present much of a problem."

"Hmmm... Porto Nova, you say...? Is that another Corsair base?"

"No... It's a Freeport, so we should be fine when we get there."

"Alright. Sounds like a simple plan: get a temporary ship around here, ferry ourselves over to Porto Nova, then get the IR-7.

"... But why that ship? Surely the Eagle would be more suitable, and I think those things are also two-seaters. Besides... It's actually IMG-make, and I thought you Corsairs 'pride yourselves in your own weapons'"

"Yes, well... I'm not a Corsair..." She looks away hurtfully, "... not anymore, at least. It's complicated, and it's personal.

"Anyway... Having those tech is just asking for a large target to be painted on your head, so yeah. I have no qualms getting equipment from other sources if it'll mean I won't have to salvage scrap metal from debris fields just to patch up permanent repairs for my ship.

"I'll talk with the local shipdealer if we could rent over a CSV for the trip after we get our drinks. You go and reserve us some rooms, okay?"

"Fine." All that's left was for the two to get their drinks.

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