Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Marrone]

Reggie waved Emma off, returning his attention to the Hispanic woman immediately after. He squeezed his gloved hands against the cup, and wooshed around before continuing on, "So, I was off on this planet; strange as hell, I tell ye', all this vegetation an' stuff. When I looked back at me ship after jumpin' off, it was already covered in vines an' all. So, I pulled m'knife an started hackin' away at the stuff, makin' my way though, an' I came across an encampment, y'see? Looked to one of th' buildin's there, lined up with all men, women, children with ther' throats slit an' ther' tongues pulled through those slits, an' they got them Glasglow smiles too, I reckon too. Nothin' big, used to do thin's like tha' all the time except worse, bu' still naw' a sight I want'a see after crash landin'." He took a sip of his drink, almost finishing it; on the bottom there was a thin layer of the musky ale.

"So, I took ow' my blaster an' got ready, 'cuz they were gettin' all rowdy, probably 'cuz I didn' lan' off too far or maybe 'cuz they fer'got to take ther' daily cardamine--" He laughed for a moment, but then continued when appropriate, "Took a good shot and nailed one in the head, but they started destroyin' everythin' in my direction so I had to hit the hind side an' flank 'em. Most of 'em were rookies, but th' ones yellin' the orders were veterans, I knew fer' sure. Got myself in a good position up on top of a tree, smelted one of ther' heads and in a moment ther' moral plummeted, ran back like wusses an' regrouped. Moved t'nother position, but they got on my tale; one knocked th' gun outta my hand off into a river, but I was lucky'nough to square him in the gut. Gave me enough time to lift him up an' toss him down into th' creek, didn' even look if he was still 'live, 'cuz the splat sound he made was enough fer' me."

Reggie then depleted his cup of the nasty alchohol, raising his eyebrows, "So, then I had t'find another way t'git out. Only'uh quarter of 'em left, an' th' only thing I had was my knife-- they had big blasters, y'know, shouldermounts-- so I figured I best go at it through guirilla tactics, y'know, yer' a rebel, y'shoul' know those jus' fine. So, they were startin' to pack up, rounded up what was lef' of ther' hostages, an' when one of the cats were bringin' a package towards th' ship, I snuck inside the place he was gettin' the packages from. Waited fer' him ther', jumped him 'fore he could say a word, took his blaster an' climbed to th' roof. Guess th' veteran runnin' th' operation wasn't a veteran fer' long, 'cuz he put down his guard; nailed him like a fish in a barrel. 'Bout then, everyone else-- 'cept th' hostage, he was bound-- bolted, moral dropped down too hard." He looked away from the girls eyes for a moment, and gestured for another drink. "So, y'want to hear more, maybe with a little washdown, girly?"

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