Two years have passed since the last time Cristina was rolling around Malta. Finally, the day came when she will see Malta again. As slowly landing, she remembered the old times.
"Huh, two years. Who would say..."
It seemed to her like the ages passed since the last time. Everybody around her could notice her happiness. When she finally landed, she noticed an engineer standing nearby, looking into the sky. She slowly approached him.
"Boungiorno signore. Any decent bar nearby that has old good Maltese stuff?"
The engineer looked at her, smiled and pointed at the Meteora.
"There is everything you need."
She winked, turned around and walked away.
After a minute of walking, she was standing in front of Meteora. Hoping that it wasn't one of those crappy bars that used to exist on Malta in her time, she slowly stepped in. As Cristina appeared on the entrance, she took a look around the bar, searching for a darkest place to sit. She noticed an empty table in the corner. Ignoring everyone and everything around her, Cristina slowly approached the table in the corner and took a seat.
The bartender came up to her and asked her if she wishes to drink anything. Cristina had only one thing on her mind.
"Tell me that you got the good old Tequila."
The bartender answered positively and brought her a bottle of old Maltesian tequila.
"How I missed this thing."
As she spoke those words, she started drinking and trying to revive the old memories.
Eva sighed as she walked into the bar and scanned the assembled crowd. Almost immediatley she felt out of place. The bar was rather upscale and everyone was dressed up nicely... and there she was... not dressed up nicely at all.
That thought was quickly forgotten as she spotted her employer among the assembled patrons.
Maybe he won't recognize me... The optimistic part of her mind said.
You're probably the only person in a one hundred kilometre radius with a mohawk... The negative part replied.
Maybe leaving would be a good idea right about now... but then again maybe that would just make her seem like a coward... but maybe that was good... or maybe it wasn't... or maybe...
No, she was overthinking things again.
Walk in. Grab a drink. Drink it. Leave. Shouldn't be a problem. She walked over to an empty table and prayed that she hadn't been recognized as she sat down.
Death Runner and Samantha continued to talk, but something caught his eye after a moment... Cristina Mancini, the newly appointed Administrator of the 101st was in the bar as well. He grinned a bit and tried to wave, getting her attention. She approached cautiously, not quite noticing who he was. Upon sitting down and glaring at Samantha and the man in the wheelchair, she recognized him as the leader of the 81 Syndicate. He held out his hand towards her, gesturing to shake.
"Good evening, Administrator Mancini. How have things for you been?"
Torro Trait, whom was also in the bar guarding his boss at a distance, noticed Eva standing around awkwardly and finally sitting down for a drink. He shook his head slightly.
"Oh brother.."
He approached her while also keeping an eye on Death Runner. He tried to keep his voice down, but did little.
"EVA! What the frak are you doing here?! Especially.. dressed.. like that.. Damnit you'll get us all in trouble! Don't you know the frakking ADMINISTRATOR of the 101st is here!? AS WELL AS OUR BOSS!"
Eva turned towards Torro and cleared her throat deciding it would be best to remain calm. Even if what she'd already interpreted as a bad situation just got one hundred times worse. The administrator of the 101st? What the hell was going on?
"Keep your voice down Torro, you're attracting attention." She shot back her voice barely more than a whisper. "And I make it a point not to care what other people think about the way I look... and I didn't know they were here when I walked in or I wouldn't have walked in to begin with!"
What was taking them so long to bring the drink? The sooner it came the better...
"Oh boy, they sure change quickly..."
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[color=#FFFFFF]<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:100%]Samantha said and downed her drink, looking at the bottle which was getting dangerously empty.
"What's your story sister, who did you piss off to gain that honour?"
"Well, when I left, ex-Administrator Garrison was only a Captain. Two years have passed since last time I've been here."
Cristina raised her hand and called a bartender, telling him to bring some more Tequila.
"There isn't much to talk about my story. Around three years ago, I lost my memory. Time spent to retrieve just a fraction of it was long. All I remember was that I used to be Brandon's wingman in the good old times, till I was sent to a special assignment which kind of ruined my life. Two years of hiding is bad enough, seriously."
As speaking the last words, bartender brought more Tequila. She slowly drank a small amount of it and then leaned back.
My story well I don't tell to everyone, and telling about 60 years of living isn't really the most interesting thing in the world. Long story short, I'm the commander of the 13th Squadron and the administrator of Kirkwall, that was before I got shot to bits..." She drew attention to her cybernetic leg and continued
[color=#FFCCCC]"...and also we were kind of "tight" with Jameson if anyone could have been "tight" with him anyway, the fact of the matter is we discussed the state of the nation on several occasions"
Torro Trait looked around, startled by the demanding tone of the Administrator.
"Uh-oh.. eek!"
He glanced at his boss who was staring straight at him with eyes that said, you dumb ass. Torro sort of shrugged it off, walking back towards Eva and sitting beside her.
"Eh. Sorry.."
Torro cleared his throat and tried to remain cool while he straightening his posture, appearing more professional.
"Interesting stories, you two.. But what's curious to me is if you'll be prepared to run things now that you're our leader, Miss Mancini, given that you lost your memory and have not even been around for the past while. But, I respect Garrison's decisions and trust in them. I have no doubt you will lead the Outcast nation to a 'profitable' future. I am at your service, should the need of my smugglers and.. 'other'.. things, arise."
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