The Blood Money - Freeport One Edition -

[Havok]

Dai frowned as she glanced around, he knew she was trying to buy time, but the question was for what. before he even had time to answer her, she'd slapped his hand and hit blade away from her chest long enough to roll on the floor and fire of a few rounds, though in the mean time, he had dove behind a nearby table, before he quickly turned out of his flying roll and launched right back at her, his boot then on her ankle that held the gun, twisting it so the gun would drop, his blade then found the back of her hand, piercing into it with one fast thrust to make sure she was incapacitated, he knelt down and the other blade was then like glued to her throat, he looked into her eyes, his facial expression filled with a certain rage. His voice had a different tone that before, a bit deeper now.

"Quite the mistake you've made my friend.". He looked over to Cerulean, then to some of the Bars guests, before his view shifted to her now bloody hand. "This is how you expect to earn our trust? Shooting up our beloved bar? In your terms.. "Attempted Murder" if I'm not mistaken huh?"

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[LegendOfTheWolf]

Emily's teeth gritted so much, she thought they were going to break one another. Out of all the pains she had witnessed, this was the worse. As she lay there, seeing blood slowly exit her left hand it was ever so clear she lost... badly.

"Katanas" she thought, out of all the weaponry which she could have been confronted with, it had to be katanas. Emily placed her right hand on the floor, lifting her self slightly, using her knees to support her swell, she winced, her entire body was shaking.

She looked up at Dai, dead into his eyes. She took a few moment before she spoke.

"Self defense..." she managed to blurt out before her body collapsed again, her face flat on the floor, swimming in her own blood.

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[Umber]

Kacey stood at the entrance of the bar, watching the display of firepower, katanas, and blood. And all she thought before silently heading out of Freeport One was...

"Wow. They have ninjas."

[Havok]

"Self-Defense is what i did after you tried to shoot me. What you did was break our bars rules. We don't like people breaking our rules." He'd then stand up and pull the blade from her hand, he looked at it as the first bit was covered in blood, he raised a brow. "Now I'm going to have to clean my blades because of you. Be happy none got on my suit." He wiped the tip of the blade, both sides, on Emily's shirt as she had collapsed again, a grin on his face as he sheathed the Katanas and looked her in the eyes, before turning around.

"Someone get her to Medical, hai?". After a few moments, Dai walked up to the bar, sat on a stool and ordered another drink.

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[Haste]

Martin had silently watched the spectacle. Yoshihara could handle himself. He knew this, so interfering was unnecessary.

He - barely noticeably - nodded, respectfully, at Yoshihara as the Kusarian returned to his barstool.

Martin walked towards the bloodied new recruit. His steps slowly paced and heavy, making sure to give the woman some time to realize the position she was in. Let her cool down. Let her realize what just happened.

He kneeled down beside her.
"I see you've met Spartan," he spoke coldly, revealing that he wasn't all too pleased with the events that had just unfolded. "There are better ways to get acquainted than a bar brawl."

"I would appreciate it if, in the future, you stuck to our rules," he continued calmly, "I think you now know why."

He offered his hand to help her up.
"Funny. You remind me of one of our last recruits."

[LegendOfTheWolf]

Looking up to Martin, she clenched his offering hand as if it was her last breathe. Raising to her feet, she tried not to move her blooded hand, it was dripping down her arm.

Emily grabbed a nearby towel, it must have been dropped by a near-by waitress when the drama started.

"And why is that?" She asked as she wrapped the towel around her hand, stopping any blood from dripping further.

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[Haste]

"Got into a fight. Ended up lying down on the floor."

After another look at the small pool of blood on the floor, Martin pointed towards the back of the bar.

"Get that hand looked at in the clinic back there. You survived this fight, but with your hand in that condition, you might not be so lucky in space."

"It isn't the Cambridge Central Hospital, but they should be able to get you flying again."

[LegendOfTheWolf]

Emily nodded, there wasn't much she could do now.

"Got a shooting range back there aswell?" She smiled slightly, still attending to her wounds. As she looked up to where Martin was pointing, she nodded.

"Thanks"
she took a swift look at Dai, before heading to the clinic.

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[Lythrilux]

Gumdrop entered the bar.
"Yo', Bartender my main man, set me some fresh drinks, you know what I am saying?" The crazed Reaver said, clad in a grey flightsuit and green tinted goggles. He dragged some fingers through his short black hair, attempting to keep it in style. However that was not to last, as he ruffled his hand through his hair, reverting it back to a mess again.
Knowing that he'd have to wait for his drink, Gumdrop needed something to pass the time. He spied a mirror in the corner of his eye and quickly approached it.
"Hello there, you handsome devil..." He began talking to mirror, as if there was a person talking to him back through the confines of a reflective alternate dimension.

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[LegendOfTheWolf]

Patriotic strolled into the bar, her hair was tied up in a pony tail. Personally she thought the look didn't suit her, but considering she had spent the last 3 hours repairing her Falchion, the look of her now wasn't important.
Ever since she joined the reavers she noticed how she spent more and more time in the hanagr. Tweaking her ship, and replacing components.
Though the Freeport had it's own engineers, Patriotic had always repaired her own ship, even during her time in the LSF, the thought of someone else, less skilled, touching her babies made her shiver.

Before ordering a drink, Patriotic sat on a stool near the end of the bar, closest to the exit. That was when she realised her bandage was covered in oil, and grease. Preforming repairs with one hand was a burden, but considering that she was able to claim bounties still, nothing was going to stop her.

"Everything okay?" the barman said as he yanked the bottle cap from the bottle.
Patriotic looked up at him, smiled faintly, then looked down beginning to unwrap her bandage.

The barman took the hint, and left Patriotic alone.

"Patriotic" she said to herself, before taking a sip from her bottle.

Though at first she didn't approve of the name, it was now her identity, an identity which she had grown too. It was suiting for her, while having a certain ring of mystery. She wondered if the LSF, or Navy had found her true identity yet. Leaving her bandage loose, she pulled out a datapad from her overalls. Her true name was still registered to claim bounties for Liberty's government.
Guess not.
After taking another gulp from her bottle, she put the datapad away.

As she leaned onto her right palm, she looked at the loose bandage, as if she was expecting it to suddenly turn into a cat.
She knew what was under it, yet she didn't want to reveal it to herself again.

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