The Bombardier's Brewery

[jammi]

Andrew Peterson stumbled through the door. The dark lines under his eyes and the drag of his feet betrayed his utter exhaustion. Thumbing a stimtab into his mouth, he wandered over to the bar.

This was his first inspection of the Brewery - he'd been meaning to visit ever since the place had opened; it had only seemed appropriate, considering the bar's namesake was that of his own wing.

An android met him with its glassy, metallic stare. "Hullo there, sah! How can I help you?" Andrew took the box of stimtabs out of his pocket and looked at the listed ingredients on the back. Nothing illegal or intoxicating.

"Why do you have my voice?" he asked with cautious bemusement.

"Couldn't rightly say, sah. How can I help you?" Andrew ground his teeth. Heads would roll for this. Just as soon as he found Bellock, there would be hell to pay...

"Just give me a cup of tea and place an order with the kitchen for beans on toast. Bill it to Services on expenses." Andrew craned his head over his shoulder to look for a vacant table. It was fairly busy inside, with Combine captains relaxing, and Services crew members attempting to get smashed.

He looked back in time to see the android expelling a jet of tea-like substance into his mug from a slot where its mouth would have been, had it been a human. "That really is disgusting, you know."

"Happy to have helped, sah," it retorted cheerfully. Andrew shook his head and left, looking for familiar faces.

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[jammi]

Andrew Peterson stumbled through the door. The dark lines under his eyes and the drag of his feet betrayed his utter exhaustion. Thumbing a stimtab into his mouth, he wandered over to the bar.

This was his first inspection of the Brewery - he'd been meaning to visit ever since the place had opened; it had only seemed appropriate, considering the bar's namesake was that of his own wing.

An android met him with its glassy, metallic stare. "Hullo there, sah! How can I help you?" Andrew took the box of stimtabs out of his pocket and looked at the listed ingredients on the back. Nothing illegal or intoxicating.

"Why do you have my voice?" he asked with cautious bemusement.

"Couldn't rightly say, sah. How can I help you?" Andrew ground his teeth. Heads would roll for this. Just as soon as he found Bellock, there would be hell to pay...

"Just give me a cup of tea and place an order with the kitchen for beans on toast. Bill it to Services on expenses." Andrew craned his head over his shoulder to look for a vacant table. It was fairly busy inside, with Combine captains relaxing, and Services crew members attempting to get smashed.

He looked back in time to see the android expelling a jet of tea-like substance into his mug from a slot where its mouth would have been, had it been a human. "That really is disgusting, you know."

"Happy to have helped, sah," it retorted cheerfully. Andrew shook his head and left, looking for familiar faces.

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[Xelon]

Hey Peterson Robot thing I would like to have a Green Tea would that be possible?
Mark asked now getting pretty thirsty and hungry for something to eat.

Sorry Sir no coffee awailable right now you'll have to wait, sah.
With that the Peterson Robot turns and walks back to the kitchen.

Oi wait I wasn't finished, for Queens sake stop you stupid Robot I still wanto order something to eat.
He shouts after the Peterson Robot that doesn't bother with Mark and disappears behind the kitchen door.

Bloody Hell
Frustrated Mark turns and makes his way back to the other with an empty stomach and a thirsty throat.

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[AshDent]

Seeing Mark approach rather annoyed Stew taps the bowl of savories. Would these suffice for a little while?

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[Xelon]

Hmpf yea that should do to quiet down my Stomach for a few minutes, let's hope that that Robot's back to get my order soon.
He replies and takes a handfull of savories.
After eating a few of them his mood gets a bit better.

Well not much but thanks Stew. I still need something proper to eat though, hadn't had anything since lunch yesturday.

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[AshDent]

Lunch yesterday you say? Stew was rather surprised by this, never being able to consider what that would be like, he even subconsciously started to rub his belly. Seconds later realizing that he was rubbing his belly he stopped, looked at Mark looking longingly into the now empty bowl of savories and chuckled. Well good thing you and the savories met here then. Saves me having to eat then. Stew pats his belly and emits a deep laugh.

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[l3wt]

Nodding a greeting to the new arrivals, Vincent retrieves a small, slim device with a 'net connection and finishes off his coffee as he idly scrolls down a news feed.

After a few seconds of doing this, he stops at one item and raises an eyebrow.

Huh, I'll be damned. New law on base construction got passed, while I was passed out. They've made regs even stricter, now. All unauthorized facilities are to be destroyed. No exceptions, even for sob stories.

He makes a wry half-grin.

Some times we live in, eh?

[Xelon]

*snorts* Good for us I say, less competition not that we don't have got enough to do ey Vincent?

Marks stomach makes a grumbling sound.

Damn those savories didn't have much Calories in them did they.
Where is Peterson Robot staying?
I am starting to think that blasted thing has something against me.

He sighs and sinks back into his chair.

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