Toledo Lounge

[Sly]

Julia looked at Eversman and his chevron

"Ri-ight... I can take the hint. But you may forget about it."

She shows her infocard to him

[lukasz_r128a]

Gurney walks into the bar and slowly heading to table in the darkness corner of room...
In meantime when he waiting for weiter he observing people in the bar

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[Marcus Lindberg]

Surprised he was speaking to a Colonel, he hid his astonishment and zapped his arm to a salute. Something about this woman reminded him of his mother, even though he barely knew the Colonel.

He relaxed his shoulders and sat on the seat next to hers. An innocent look crossed his face, not knowing that his offer of gum was in fact a (bad) pick up line.

"So I take you don't like gum?"

[Nathan]

Ensign Troy Goldman walks in to the bar.

"Finally some RnR!!"

[lukasz_r128a]

- Hello sir, how can I help you? - weiter ask
Ahh greetings - I said - I need two things my friend. First something to drink let's say the best whiskey you have. And second I need information. Tell me please, who is that lady at the bar - I asked showing the lady...

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[Pacific]

I don't drink. Not regularly. Your ship was to say the least....obliterated. Nothing remained, and we couldn't find the nomad weapon.

He nods.

I understand the concept of honour, and a captain's love for his ship. Your decision was foolhardy, but it was honorable. Until the zoners can fix up something for you, you could stick around on Toledo for a few days.

Well thats to bad that you dint find the Weapon that did this to my ship however we will stay sharp if we come across the same weapon again and try to give the schematics to you. Yes my step was foolhardy but i man is got to do what a men have to do. Captain what attractions do you offer here on Toledo?

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<3 Omicron <3

<3 Chuba<3

[Rodent]

He smiled.

Attractions? We have none. This is not a playground my dear captain, but a planet geared for war. The best you could is grab a suit and roam a bit in the cold chill air of Toledo.

[Jeremy Hunter]

Solomon walked in, having taken a break from the Ghost Eye. Taking a seat at the bar, he ordered a sandwitch and a glss of whsikey. Sighing to himself, he waited fro Jeremy nad the Ghost Eye to return.

Deciding to pass the time, he looked around the bar, his long black dreadlocks in his face. Seeing a Colonel, he turned away and decided to contently eat by himself.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Osilon]

Vixen entered the bar. She wore her hooded cloak, covering a set of armor. All signs of her fur, her tail, were hidden well...she shifted uneasily from one leg to the other, wincing as pain lanced up her leg. If the cloak wasn't there, one would be able to see a perfectly straight rended line in her leg, which had cut through her armor as well, and blood slowly dripping from the wound. Vixen gasped a torn breath, limping slowly to the back of the room. Her pose was fragile and weak, easy to take advantage of...
Sitting down and ordering a drink, she looked over the bar for people, until she heard some words muttered in a...somewhat remembered voice...she looked across, seeing Aqua sitting on the other side of the bar. She sent out a mental plea for her to look across, though she knew it would go unanswered...taking another sip of the drink in front of her, she slumped to her side, and closed her eyes, thinking of the events that had led her to such pain...

Speaking with Paladin and Eva, near rochester...
heading out to visit the NTF with them both...
Meeting up in Kansas...
leaving for a while, returning, Eva was gone...
the cloud, blood-red...
traveling there...
the rattlesnake, a wrecked sabre contained within the cloud, fleeing from...or towards...something...
the bone-chilling fear that had gripped her as she had seen the object, lit up from the lightning that passed along the cloud...
hearing Paladin's voice, as her only link to reality as she fell into a stupor...
the music...
the beautiful, never-ending music...

Vixen was pulled back to reality as another spike of pain lanced up her leg, causing her to utter an involuntary groan. Shuddering a little, she shifted in her seat, trying to ignore the looks that people gave her. She slipped the remainder of her drink into her mouth, swallowing it in one gulp, and sat back, trying to forget the things that plagued her consciousness, the dark thoughts and the music that danced at the back of her mind...
A single red drop of blood fell to the ground beneath her...

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.

[Pacific]

He smiled.

Attractions? We have none. This is not a playground my dear captain, but a planet geared for war. The best you could is grab a suit and roam a bit in the cold chill air of Toledo.

** laughs ** well i dont want to catch a cold. anyways i have received a Transmission from the Zoner alliance that they will come pick us up and that our new Albatross transport is rebuild. So captain i will take leave of you now and we will see each other again in space. ** He walks out of the Bar**

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<3 Omicron <3

<3 Chuba<3