Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[Todd]

*Looks at Caine closely*

"Aye I hear the voices of the ones who fell victim of your wrath, do you know what they say? They say *laughs* they whisper *in a deep growling voice* SAVE US DADDY"

*begins to laugh*

"Caine your just a murder, but don't go to far, i have a purpose for you..."


*LPI enters the bar*

LPI- "I'm looking for a Regal, Todd Regal"

Todd- "AH Caine my rides here...I have your card...i'm sure your not going far...I'll make sure of that...just hold on to your words...hold them tight, cause sooner than later there all you'll ever have."

*Todd raises his hand and walks toward the LPI*

Todd-" Thats me officer...have you found my ship?"

LPI- " Ah.. Yes sir, just sign here your impound was payed for by some guy didn't give a name or anything"

Todd- " OH officer shouldn't worry where the money comes from...Have a nice day"

*The officer steps aside as Todd exits the bar*

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[sempai17]

Andrews the bartender let out a sigh of relief as he set the last crate down, "Phew! Thanks for the shipment Taka, not many transports would go out there anymore."

"No problem Ern -kun," Hakase assured, leaning on the container he brought off his ship.

Andrews opened the crate to inspect it's contents, "Rheinland Beer, Kusari Sake, Scotch from Bretonia, and ho, ho, ho! What do we have here!" he pulled out a dusty bottle with no label.

Hakase smirked, "Open it."

Andrews did just that, and took a swig, "Whoa! Prime stuff! What is this Taka?"

"That, my friend, is Corsair Rum. Don't ask me how a got a hold of it, but you can expect more in about half a year. Oh! and this," he reached into his jacket and pulled out a flask and tossed it to Andrews, "from an old friend, says 'hello'."

Andrews looked at detail on the silver flask, "Well I'll be..." he traced his fingers on the rose that was engraved on it. Andrews looked up and smiled, "Thanks for this Taka."

Hakase Smiled back, "Anytime, oh, by the way," he turned to the room, "Tonight, everything is on the house!" the room erupted into cheers.

"Taka, someone's gota pick up the bill..."

"I'll take it then."

Andrews sighed, "if it's you, then it really is on the house..."

They both chuckled

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<Liberty Criminal Entry Form> <Liberty Criminal Log>

[Ash]

Tom strolls into the bar, quickly taking up a seat at an empty table in the far corner. He looks briefly to see if there are any LSF employees around that he can talk to about getting some work and finds none. So he slumps back in his chair puts a cigarette to his lips and digs around in his overcoat for a lighter.

"I'm sorry sir, you can't smoke in here" Says the bartender.

So Tom gets up and walks towards the entrance lighting the end of his cigarette as he walks. Then he dissapears outside, and occasional wafts of smoke drift in from time to time.

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[MB52]

Seeing Captain Porter and her crew sitting at the next table, Cyruss motioned over to them. "Hey, why dont you pull your table over here?"

Captain Porter, or Admiral Porter, as her new promotion said... looked at the officer asking them to join his party and nodded in acknowledgment. With a quick motion of her hand she let the waiter know to bring their orders to the next table and the three of them moved over to the other table.

"Thank you for the invitation Sir, this is, Captain John Bertrand"
"Call me John"
"Sharon" Jess continued and "I am vice admiral Jessica Porter."

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I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust

[Donutman]

"Im Captain Cyruss Wayne, this is Commander Chayana Driam and Lieutenant Commander Quinn Calhoun." Cyruss said to the Admiral. "What ship are you three posted on?"

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This thread is so stupid that a bird sitting on a nearby tree just EXPLODED.

[MB52]

*Jess takes a sip from her cup*

"We all serve on the LNX_ThunderBay, the flagship of the 121st battlegroup, and which ship do you three serve on?"

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I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust

[Donutman]

"LNS Sacramento, your average run-of the-mill Seattle-class gunboat. I'm sure that Quinn here would love to get around in the engine room of a dreadnought, especially the Thunderbay." he took a sip of his ale and continued. "We're stuck in Baltimore untill they repair the damage from that sabotage attack. Seems there was a MOX-Antimatter bomb inside one of our H-Fuel storage tanks. Blew out most of the port side, blasted plasma conduit, this is the third time this year we've had it breached. Thank god we only lost two people, though even that's to many. And don't worry, I wouldn't be telling you this if you weren't an admiral."

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This thread is so stupid that a bird sitting on a nearby tree just EXPLODED.

[RmJ]

:Zigeris enters the bar and sits down orders up a few drinks and relaxes:

To himself,

Today another 3 people die from my trigger, why did they choose to fight me? Can't they see that these battles are pointless? Even that xeno pilot knew what was going to happen. I don't know to call it bravery or stupidity. What do they have to prove. What does anyone have to prove in the battle? I fight because I am protecting Liberty, and my workers. What do they fight for? Do they fight to watch people die? Why do they want to kill so badly. *Sighs*

Well it's only matter of time, war looking more more of afact rather then scare tactics from the media. All my friends have been sent to the boarder stations, and I feel guilty for being an agent of the LSF and not being on the front lines, well what will be the front lines of this war, with my friends. I hope my brother doesn't convert ZMC to be a military factory, my company cannot be seen as a target. I should contact him soon.

*looks around*

Ha, it's be forever since i've been in Manhattan bar I don't recognize anyone.... so many people i've seen in my life and none of them are familiar to me anymore...I think i'm just getting tired. Or completely dislodged from my emotions, ether way I find it disturbing. How can someone go through there life without emotionally reacting to the event around them? What kind of person can't cry when he looks upon the colorless face of his dead father? I fear that i am no more they a empty shell. A heartless killer just like the men that died by my hands today....meh **** it

*orders a few more drinks*

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[RmJ]

:Zigeris enters the bar and sits down:

Waitress- "Hey there may I get you something?,"

Zigeris- "Ya i'll get a shot of Nova,"

Waitress- "Nova? Okey you look really beat up are you okey?"

Zigeris- "Yea don't worry its all part of the job"

Waitress- "Okey well relax now i'll take care you"

The waitress walks away and Zigeris is left pondering about the recent events, clutching his broken hand he looks at the scars on his arm...

Zigeris whispers- "I almost died today, I should be more careful"

Zigeris takes off his jacket, and looks around for familiar faces. Seeing no one he again scans the room for anyone to match eye contact with. One woman makes a glace, she is a beautiful woman with light brown hair and deep brown eyes. With the lighting he can faintly see a ring around her wedding figure.

Zigeris to himself- "Ah ha ya nevermind that haha,"

Man- "Zigeris! Zigeris Garmen?,"

Zigeris- "Greg? aren't you over with my brother in GADC?"

Greg - "Nah, left i wasn't needed anyway, so where have you been, may i sit with you," *Greg sits down*

Zigeris- "eh.."

Greg- " Yea this place is hopping isn't it? Haha whoa man you look like you've been roughed up pretty bad. You know if you haven't been so egoistical an shown your records to the police you wouldn't be in this position. But NOOoo Zigeris Garmen has to keep his pride and go to jail..."

Zigeris- "Alright alright enough, I'm tired..so if your not working for my brother who are you working for?"

Greg- " Oh well ah you know the Dublin dept of ZMC? well course you do, I took what was left of the operation and turn it into its own company, ah I'm sorry but I had to keep the money flowing..."

Zigeris- "Its fine..I don't really care, ah Hansen taken over ZMC operations in Colorado so if you want to partner up you have my approval."

Greg- "Yea, yea i'll look into that, yea yep SO what is the mighty ZIGERIS HUU GARMEN doing theses days?"

Zigeris- "I work for the Liberty Security Force"

Greg- "What? no way I know you can fly but really? I had a hard enough time when you were in the Navy aha Zigeris your not a military guy you're a business guy.

Okey okey your what 28? your going through a mid life crisis I understand I had about 4 myself. And i understand you need to feel alive ah but don't get married that is a nail in the coffin my friend...nail in the coffin..,"

Zigeris- "Greg I joined the LSF because thats what I believe is the right thing to do.

Waitress- Heres your drinks,

Zigeris- Thank you,

Greg- Hey sweetheart whats your name?

Waitress-Anna,


Greg- Hi Anna, ah can you get me 2 more drinks like his?

Anna- Sure thing,

Greg- Thanks,

*Anna walks away*

Greg- See that see the way she looked at me?

Zigeris- Youre married, knock it off.

Greg- Ah your right, you know Zigeris your not to bad looking yourself you could pick her up for a date. Cmon live a little. OH and before I forget I have a present for you.

*Greg pulls out a small container from his inside pocket, It was black with gold braiding around it, he sets it on the table*

Zigeris- What this?

Greg- Its something you lost along time ago and a certain friend told me to give it to you when I found ya.

Anna- Here ya go sir,

*Greg slams both shots*

Greg- ha that hits the spot, thank you Anna

*Greg Stands up*

Greg- Well Zigeris until next time, it was good seeing ya,

Zigeris- Yep Ill see you around

-Zigeris now captivated by this box he quickly opens it. There, sitting at the bottom cradled in the boxs red lining was a golden Liberty Service Star.

Zigeris to himself What? Who would want me to have this?

-Confused Zigeris pays for the drinks and leaves.

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[Ash]

Weeks pass without Tom returning into the bar. His waryness stirs up inside him as he returns to manhatten this time not looking for LSF operatives but avoiding them. He hesitates in entering the bar before he realises that there were no more LSF agents there that had been there last time he'd visited. After making off with a classified ship he was sure the LSF would'nt have taken it lightly when they found out.

After remembering the No smoking policy that he was so openly told off about last time, he growled under his breath and headed back outside, occasional wafts of smoke drift in from time to time.

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