Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Jeremy Hunter]

"Fleet movements. Patrol routes. What you see regarding the Navy and the 49th State, I want to know."

Jeremiah finished off his vodka.

"I'm looking for the best intel you can get."

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Alley]

She wondered what Myles was talking about.

"All I've been told is that you had dissapeared. I never understood why they didn't trust you, and decided to... make sure you'd stay loyal. Likely to make sure what you have learned during these years wouldn't end into enemy hands.

What did you call me for, Myles."

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Alley was right.

[Ryummel]

Myles ran a hand over the scars covering his face, then tapped the back of his neck a bit.

"Not loyal anymore, that's true. But I had to make a great effort to get rid of this tricky device... And that's how I look like now, aside from this 'induced' memory loss. That's right, I forgot what I wanted to forget, so I don't expect 'remembering' anymore.

However, there's something that for some reason didn't end up in the memory blackout. Your name, our friendship, for example. Why? I don't know, my knowledge in this field was never great. But for some reason, it's there, so I eventually learned to live with it. And now, pay attention: Remember Amy Masako? And her daughter Alexandra? I don't know what happened to the Arch and Amy, but I know for sure that I met Alexandra at Freeport 1. She's alive, and running a mercenary career Sirius-wide. Now, -and that's why I called you-, she shares some sort of massive memory blackout, like she believes her surname is Ujo and was part of an ordinary Kusari family. She doesn't even remember who her mother was, the ties with the... K'Hara, or even my name. Do you think you could help her?"

As seconds passed, Myles tilted his head, meditating. Just before he could receive any reply, he stood up from his seat.

Why... Why am I even doing this. Sorry for calling you for nothing. Goodbye.

Then he left the bar in a quick march.

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[Zahas]

The unknown man at the bar spoke very cleary to Jeremy:

"Sure, that sounds like a deal. I'll actualy even tell you where the admiral sleeps. What makes you think that i'll give you such information to you? Actualy i don't even know how to start to trust you and i can't even think what damage you could cause to the Liberty and her people.

Tell you what, keep the nomads out of Liberty and we will keep our ships into our space. This conversation it's over.

Good bye young one."

The man leaves the bar to his ship.

[Juzt156]

After her third drink, Holly's face came crashing down on to the bar with a dull thud. Loud snores an mutterings came from her half open mouth. Holly was of cource still keenly listening. Not that she had heard anything of intrest yet, but only time would tell. The empty glass rolled from her imobile hand and crashed onto the floor. "And of cource I have all the time in world" she thought.

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[Jeremy Hunter]

Jeremiah watched as the man left, swirling his drink. He finished it in one long drought, stood, paid his tab, and walked out to a waiting Raven's Talon, leaving Barrier Gate behind.

"Oh well" Jeremy Hunter said. "Maybe next time."

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Reid]

Lucille Bernadette walked through the bar doors. She surveyed her surroundings, smiling. "This is a nice change from Gallia." She walked to the bar, continuing to look around at all the strange people. After taking a seat, she motioned to the bartender. "Bonjour, I would like a glass of Chartreuse" After seeing the quizzical look on the bartender's face, she corrects herself. "Give me whatever" Once a glass of a strange brown liquor is placed in front of her, she hesitates, then takes a sip, shuddering. She has heard of it in bars across the Gallic border from people with enough courage to venture into Sirius, Molly Whiskey.

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[jimmy Patterson]

Jimmy Patterson walked into the bar for those that knew him they would be suprised as instead of his cammo pants and a marines t-shirt he simply wore a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt for those that dident ,they would see a 6'2 man weighing roughly 210lbs just under 30 years old solid muscle.

he eyed the room when he took off his bomber jacket and placed t on a chair at the bar ,seeing a few new faces <none a real threat> he ordered a drink and downed the first serveing of the burbon bottle infront of him


//see my sig to get an idea of what he looks like

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kudos tommeh for sig

[Van]

A young looking man struts into the Lone Drunkard, looking as if he is having the best day of his life. He smiles and says a quick greeting to each person looking his way while he passes them by, acting like he was more than just a regular, he acted like he owned the place, greeting customers and asking them how they are enjoying things.

Replies varied between annoyance and unsure responses.

He walks up and stands at the bar, giving the bartender a friendly wave and smile.

[font=Book Antiqua][color=#999999]"Hey there barkeep! I'd like something fruity and exotic, but real light on the alcohol, don't have much need for it. See if you can make it nice and sour, too. And don't worry about the price, just make sure it's worth it, if you'd please."

After flashing another cheerful grin to the tender, he turns around to lean back against the bar. Glancing over people around the bar, his eyes lingering longer occasionally when they spot a particularity interesting person. Most of whom appear to be women.

Once his drink is ready, he pays and finds an open table with a view of the bar, and is close to several of the occupied tables with "interesting" people, sits back, relaxes, eavesdrops and watches people, and enjoys his drink.

[font=Book Antiqua][color=#999999]"Woo~, that is sweet!" he says out loud to himself, and nods his head towards the bartender in approval.

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<span style="color:#999999">&quot;There are many ways this could go wrong. Let's try them all.&quot;</span>

Ship Name <strike>- - - - - - - - - -</strike> Character/Role <strike>- - - - - - - - - -</strike> Affiliation
[ToP]-Business&amp;Pleasure - - - - Alexander Nagy / Alexander Nagy - - - - The Outer Project
[ToP]-Go.To.Hell.BigJoe - - - - - - Bootch / Functional Drunk - - - - - - The Outer Project
[ToP]-Gunnar.Gunnarsson - - - - Gunnar Gunnarsson / Gunner - - - - The Outer Project
5C|Raziel - - - - - - - - Zeke Brumer / Disabler - - - - - - - - Fifth Cell

[Madvillain]

''So you think I'm sweet ey? Y'dont even know me''
she says while taking a seat on the other side of the table.
''Buy me a drink!"
"What ... lost your tongue?''

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