McCool's Tavern - Freeport 1

[Jeremy Hunter]

Jeremy smiles back stConnie whenshe blew the kiss, then resumed relaxing. He kept a watchful eye on the bar, and shook his,head as Silver slapped Ethan, then kissed him.

"Craziest peopke come here."

Jeremy took another,swig of vodka,and leaned bsck.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Yaoquizque]

The girl took the glass he handed her "Rmmm.... Intercourse? Sounds funny"
She bottomed the glass and blinked "Uhoh... That's weird?"

She then noticed the girl approaching and laughed when she groped him.
Leaning back, she then looked at them kissing and giggled.

She took advantage of the situation by taking a quick sip from Ethan glass and made her innocent face, smiling, as soon as they stopped.

Grinning, she looked at Kalliste "She's your girl, honey? She's cute!"
Smiling teasingly, she then answered him as he switched back to her "A turn? You mean with your girl? Why not..."

The young girl bursted out laughing and suddenly pretended to be upset
"I'm not pleased sweetheart, you come here, you offer me drinks and then you kiss your girl in front of me... Tssk tsssk"

Smiling, she tapped on Ethan's nose...

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[Wolfs Ghost]

Keeping to himself and out of the way, Terrance continued to look over the recent data input from the scans he managed to get earlier in the day, prior to the conflict. Everyone passing through seemed to be human, and he was hoping that they were, considering that his scanners on his ship weren't updated to the latest in technology.

While Freeport rules regulated that you weren't allowed to carry a side arm, he felt it in his best interest to keep one on him, and that was resting on the table next to a cup of hot tea, or what was left of said tea. News reels showed nothing of importance as he carefully studied them, including the one that gave the images of the Rheinland military ships in Bretonian space, and even those weren't taken professionally.

He briefly looked away from the data pad towards the crowd and gave a disappointed look then sighed lightly to himself and went back to tapping the data pad with his left index finger. "There has to be something larger behind this entire bloody war." He muttered quietly, and setting the data-pad down with a disappointed thump.

Pushing the tea out of the way, he folded his arms on the table then rested his head on his arms and sighed heavier, closing his eyes as he did. "Trying to save humanity and then watching it turn around and start shooting itself once again is a bit annoying. That Navy lass was right. Maybe I should try to save humanity from itself. Ugh.."

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[DarthBindo]

Ezio was not nearly close enough to hear, but Ian was. He nodded his head slowly before standing up and leaving, looking back once. Ezio's and Ian's eyeslocked briefly, understanding passing back and forth.
Ian left for the Tutta Forza. He would send the transmission out, and, with some luck, the shipment would be grounded and her "source" on the next train to the Cretian mines.
Along with a dozen other poor souls, Holmes thought lamentably.
There could only be so many shipments matching the description, and only so many men who had been unaccounted for or had access to comm equipment, but they could take no chances and had no other clues. All of them would have to go.
He entered the docking bay, turned left and...no wait. That fighter had Reaver markings! He patted his pockets, grinning, feeling for....oh right, a bloody Freeport. No explosives. The grin dissappeared as he pulled out his only weapon, a felt tip marker. Then it reappeared.
Twenty minutes later he was aboard the Forza, sending his transmission and still laughing his ass off. It would be a small and rather juvenile victory, fleeting, but you took what you could get, and he would pay anything to see that merc's face when she read what he had wrote on the inside of her cockpit. He just hoped Ezio wasn't planning anything stupid.
Back in the bar, Della Francesca was planning exactly that.

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|

[kpjwateridge]

Kazai walked into the bar and almost fell over the barstool in a clumsy motion that looked most ungainly. It took him a few moments to lift his head and ask for the bartender to come over; The bartender smirked before picking up a bottle of Sake and a small glass.

"You look like hell," He said. "Welcome back."

"Osu, Bātendā-san. You would look like hell coming through the Omegas from Rheinland," Kazai replied, barely even opening his eyes. The Esashi-Maru had sustained a hefty amount of damage from Hessian and Corsair attacks through almost every trade lane across the Omega systems. He was fortunate the blaggards had pulled off when the burning Bumblebee tore through the asteroid field and into the relatively safe haven of the FP1 defence fleet.

Kazai picked up the small glass filled with Kusari Sake. It looked particularly pure and rich; the bottle placed next to it read "四国の製品 (Product of Shikoku)". Shikoku sake was well known for being particularly powerful. And expensive.

"On me, friend. You guys, hell all the guys flying out here, are keeping the station running. You deserve it." Kazai smiled and mumbled an Arigato before quickly downing the intense liquid.

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[Doc Holliday]

Doc finished his meal as Dane took a seat before him. Doc wiped his mouth with his napkin and the waiter took the dishes away. He then poured another drink, one for Dane and one for himself.

"I will be leaving for Gran Canaria in the morning hours," he started in a casual voice, "Bretonia has asked for a conference with the major Zoner factions so I wish to get ready."

He took a sip of his drink, "No doubt, Freeport 1 and this whole system will come up. The Crown has always wanted it, forcing policy upon it over the years in hopes the Zoners will leave. I, for one, will take any Bretonian claims on this base or the system as a deal breaker. But...it is your base and I cannot represent something that is not mine."

He paused a moment and continued, "So, I propose this. Come to the conference on my shuttle or authorize me to represent you and the terms that you will accept and not accept." He smirked a bit, "Do make those terms firm and non-negotiable like you did with the Rheinlanders. It worked!"

"If you choose to go, you have enough people here to hold the fort. Either way, your interests will be at hand."

He took another sip and smiled, "You did well, Dane. Yes, lives were lost and people hurt but you asserted yourself and held your ground." He paused again as his smile grew a bit, "And I remember you feeling that you were too young and not the man for the job."

Doc sat a moment, giving Dane a chance to respond.

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[MFE]Med Force One | Tales of Recovery|Med Force Enterprises

[Dane Summers]

Dane held the drink in his hand, swirled the glass, watched as the amber liquid blended together, creating golden swells, waves the color of sunlight. It took him to memories of Los Angeles, of sitting out for hours, just washing the waves crash, counting every single second, passing by like a year. As he watched the drink, and heard the words, a small voice whispered about freedom. About how he had lost it. ...never were the man for this job...you gave away freedom...summer is over...its all gone...all gone...all gone...

He let out a breath, and downed the drink, crushing the voice in a flare of anger and righteous vigor. It wasnt hard to let loose the gates and turn all that emotion from a drip into a swell. Into a crashing sea. And he did, drowning out that voice. Drowning out that part of him that wanted nothing more then to wrap itself in all his mistakes, like a blanket. Embracing that pain like an old friend. That part of himself he always hated.

"If you go to Gran Canaria, Doc, to negotiate this thing...hell...I cant leave here. But i'll never let another man speak my words. It aint about pride, and beleive me, i'd trust you in this...its just...i beleive a man owns every word he speaks. Its my responsibility...."

Dane smiled, thought of a few friends who meant the most to him, those friends who picked him up off the ground, dusted him off, told him how proud they were, and convinced him to stop listening to the wrong people.

"I started this thing. Im doing the right thing, no matter what anyone says. The crown wants this freeport? They have to be willing to murder free men and women who wont bow to house government oppression, to get it. I wont let it go without a fight Doc. I owe it to everyone here..."

"Let me talk to Genine. I may go with you, or she might, or we both might. Either way..."

Dane looked around at everyone in the bar, and even the bar itself, so half built, so rough and unfinished, it pulled at his heart. He heard laughter. He heard music. He heard life. It brought a smile to his face. And he knew, in his heart, that this place deserved it. Everything he was doing was so right. He could do nothing else.

"...Either way...nothing is going to stop me fighting for this place. fighting for its people. until every last one of us can stop worrying, and just live our lives. Until then, yeah, we'll hold this ground. hold it against anything that comes. Bretonia. Liberty. Rheinland. Kusari. Even the damn nomads and the whole damn universe itself. Freedom is worth that, i think."

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[exlibrismortis]

The traveling had been especially long and arduous to get here. Most of all the intent to avoid any house space with this military wing, had made the trip even more... troublesome. It was with clear purpose that thye had left their home in the Omegas to come here. I was now with clear purpose as they docked what their mission was to be while they were here. They had never lost sight of their goal, nor their stead. For they were here to make sure that it was known that when the Virulian Enclave makes a promise, it upholds that promise. For what good was a man if he did not have his word?

Tona Criid walked out of the modified Democritus named the "Dura Mater" and took a look at the station around. It look just as bad on the inside as it did on the outside. She sighed remembering that it was not too long ago that this station stood as the original symbol of the Zoner Freeport movement. She reflected to her origins as a zoner, and despite coming from Freeport 9, and being a high official within the Virulian Enclave, a piece of her heart still remained Zoner.

She made sure that the EDF wing that was sent to watch over the station was situated and taken care of before she continued with her mission. Upon confirmation, she left to make her way towards the bar. For most assuredly Doc Holliday would be present there if anywhere else on the ship.

Tona Criid stepped into the bar area and took a look around. As soon as she saw Doc she made her way over to him, yet noticed Dane Summers, the Administrator, from image files that she had seen prior to departure from Gran Canaria.

She bowed slightly to both the men as she addressed them both. "Administrator, Doctor, I am Arch Deacon Tona Criid of the Virulian Enclave. Doctor, we've met before, Administrator, I believe this is our first time. Mr. Summers, I bring word from the Virulian Enclave that we have not forgotten our long promises of watching over the affairs of this station and it's safety." She gives a smile of assurance, one that affirms a promise long ago made, but nevertheless held to heart.

Tona then turned to Doc. "Doc Holliday, I am here to escort you to Gran Canaria and provide you with anything you may need to make that trip in safety and comfort. As you do know, the Bretonians do wish to use Canaria as neutral ground, and we have provided ample location within our Temple Complex for such a meeting. We will do more than our best to make sure that these processes go as smoothly as possible."

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[Juzt156]

Nathan Ward naver ceased to be amazed by the efficentcy of the Zoners. What had once been a cargo bay that had stored an ecclectic collection of old ship parts, was now a hangar for Virulian Enclave vessels. A Zoner nodded and smiled to him, Nathan felt panic deep in his gut. He had been recognised. Nathan Nodded to the Zoner and headed out of the hangar and to the bar as quickly as possible. 'Of cource they recognise me I worked here six months ago.' He thought to himself. He had left Bretonia, Leeds and an overbearing milatery family for the Freeport, to work for the Zoners. Here the monster in his head had finally taken over, it fed on his Paranoia and Self Loathing. Crushing his already timid personality beneath the weight of guilt, anxiety and fear. It had cost him his job and nearly his life. The beast had been slumbering in his head, thanks to the Enclave and the Creator but being on the station had made it stir.

It had began to remind him of all the shame, as he entered the bar. That was it Drink, that is what had made the beast quiet last time.....'No I can't give in.' He said to himself. He gripped the bar as hard as he could, hurting his long fingers and ordered tea instead. He saw Tona Criid out of the corner in his eye, in his haste he had missed her. He quickly bowed to his superior 'Your Grace'. His voice came out as Nochlant as he could manage under the circumstances. He had seen her in Gran Canria's Temple, but never spoke to her. She unerved him....no that was not true, evryone unerved the young Acolyte. All of them seemed better somehow and they all seemed to see right through him. 'That is because they can and they are better than you.' Growled the Beast. Nathan sushed it and said, 'I apologise I did not see you there. Forgive my rudeness.' He smiled...the smile made him look as if he had stubbed his toe.

How he hated this place he could not wait until the crisis was over or until the EDF relieved him

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[jimmy Patterson]

jimmy sat trying to finalize a departure plan so he could try and triangulate the rv point when he saw the enclave people enter he paid them no mind yet stayed weary " dammit Terrance gimme the friggin coordinates" he muttered to himself as he finalized his supply orders for his gunboat,the beaten and scarred kusari explorer moored up along the klingon one he saw out the viewport

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