Hangman waved at the barman. As he notices him, Hangman pointed with his finger on a large green bottle,
then raised his thumb up, and pointed to himself. The barman understood and after he would finish
the drink for Bladus, he would prepare the drink for Hangman.
"Nomads...they're not unusual here in the omicrons...how many we're they?"
Bladus looks at Hangman and answers to his question: "Well... on my way to the luxury Liner, I dealed with 2 Mindnodes, 5 Assassins and 2 Adad, That's what I remember, and to tell you more about this story... It was a hard time! I got outnumbered and me and my squad got seperated from the Main fleet.."
"Wasnt easy that battle. We are going to need more firepower. But i do not like to use violence as such. But for ultimate peace its what we are going to have to do."
Noctis looked at one of his messangers.
"Dispatch this to the Order. It would be an honour to have them attend the feast."
Noctis picked his glass up and raised it high.
"To the Fallen."
Everyone echoed back those words and took a gulp of their drink.
"Bladus you and your men fought valiently that day. I...No we shall never forget that."
"Hell No. I can have Aqua keep the Paladin ons tandbye until Evora gets the Oathkeeper up and running. I wish we had detected those damn nomads...the Eye woulda been there in a second...I hate not being able to frickin mod..."
Jeremy realizes's he's rambling, then stops to make sure Rika wasnt eating only junk food.
"And this is Rika, my little sister..." Jeremy suddenly tickles the girl until she gives up and gets some real food. Jeremy sighes.
"She is a handful..."
Jeremy downs some Root Beer, knowing Rika would tell Izzy if he had VOdka, and having a pregnant woman rage at you, one who could break you in half, would suck.
"Mom went missing after the Dreadnought Say My Name was hit by a rogue Order group years ago. Dad died during the Nomad war. Me, Ellie, and Seth are all thats left."
Jeremy sighed.
"Ellie goes MIA< I go Order, Seth alos goes MIA...in the End my Navy pal took care of her, then I did, then I hid her as the crap hit the fan in the Omicrons. And anyways, she gave me Bambi eyes when I talked about this feast...And no one can resist her Bambi eyes."
"I will put a stop to the suffering people go through in Sirius. Its painful for it to happen to you. Its also painful for me to watch aswell. If you need assistance Jeremy you know you can count on me for assistance. Any time you need to lay low be my guest here. I cannot offer another feast like this for a long time due to supply shortage. But i do try to give a good impression to the people of Sirius my friend."
"Not to mention losing my mind...worst months of my life...And I can try and get some supply convoys directed to you. I got contacts, and supplies go missing every day in Liberty and the Omicrons. Jsut gotta know who to hit."
Jeremy smiles.
"And I try that too. I gotta crash though. My training takes alot from me, and we're both tired. Been upgrading the Nyx fighter the Hunter family has had for awhile."
Jeremy inclined his head to Noctus and respectfully took his leave. The Nyx left the liner, entered the Paladin, and the mighty Osiris disappeared.
//bedtime Nat. and FYI, Nyx is RP only until I can ask for one from the CR (and not until I get mah own 'siris)
Hangman took another gulp of his drink. He examined the taste of the liquid covered his tongue. It was good.
Better than anything he had in the last few weeks.
"That stuff is pretty good." he smiled with a happy sigh.
"That Jeremy fella must be a really busy man. Keepin' fighting and taking care of his beloved people...
yeah... it's good to know that there are still people in Sirius who care for each other. Kinda rare these days."
In the crowd of the banquet appeared a strange pair, never seen before onboard the majestic liner. Ones of the many directly uninvited quests on this day. A woman with long white hair and urious but overly calm grey eyes wearing neat, slightly classical white dress. On her side however walked a bulky, strongly built giant wearing brown cloth and a pretty much sightly hat. Taller than those typical sportmen playing a well known ball game, he was firthermore muscular, making his traits well fitting to each other. With his black eyes he gazed into the air, and his suntanned skin was a proper contrast to the pale white skin of the woman on her side. The latter politely refused if waiters offere her any drink while the former did not react much other than making them either nervous or disstatisfied with his empty stare. All in all they were what is called a spooky pair of figures
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