Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[thunderhawk40k]

* the Young man takes the credit note back and hands Andrews a brand new credit card that couldnt be much older than a few hours *

"That valid? ...... i aint been in liberty long got in a few days ago when that protest got hit by yer bleedin Corupt Fly Boys"

*he then pours himself a triple of the "Hard" Wisky from andrews list lifted it up to the light then drank it in one.... then pourd himself anouther*

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[ivr56]

A group of 5 friends walk in and sit down, all young.
"Bartender, we need many drinks and burgers" He yells to Andrew

"whats the occasion?" Andrew replies

"Were going to travel across Sirius" the young lad replies "Rock On" the other yells

"Coming right Up" Andrew pours many drinks and readies many meals. a few minute later "Here we go, enjoy"

"Heres to the biggest journey of our lives" the lad shouts as he raisers is large glass of ale. "Here here!" everyone shouts as they sit down and eat everything they see

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[DarkSaber]

Hector Norweb decides to hit that bar, taking advantage of the brief lull in the transporting stuff business to kick back and relax.

Entering he sees the place appears to be doing a brisk trade, groups of people and individuals all round the room. He decides to sit at the bar.

'Hey barkeep' he says, sitting at a stool 'Libery Ale when your ready please. It's been a hell of a week! Nomads, The Wild, Terrorists of all kinds, Outcasts, hell even a Junker tried to take a pop at me yesterday' he smiled at the memory 'He lasted about a minute, poor sap brought a knife to a gun fight if you get my drift! Anyways, I got credits to burn and powerful thirst, and heard you ran THE place to deal with that!'

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[Tyranidlord]

Ianthe Reichlend stepped into the bar, looking around himself at the assortment of people already seated inside. there didn't seem to be anyone in there who he recognised, but that in itself wasn't surprising. many of his friends and business partners were long gone, either on the other side of Sirus on some finiacial mission, or in many cases, were simply clouds of expanding gas in some remote and hostile system.

he needed a drink. the trip Manhattan had been longer and harder this time around. pirates seemed to be everywhere these past few months and no matter whether he had an escort from his merchant Train they always seemed to have something more.

he brought a knife, they brought a needle rifle. He brought three fighters and a gunboat...

he shook his mind clear of the thoughts clouding his mind. thought that made him tremble with a mixture of rage and terror as his mind flashed back only a year previously. those, things hadn't been pirates, that's for sure...

with a sigh he sat down behind the bar, deep in thought as he ordered himself the hardest shot of alcohol that the bar sold. maybe with the drink an idea might come about what he should do next. working trade runs for Universal was becoming something akin to a nightmare...

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[Jouster27]

Austin walked into the bar, taking in the sight. The place was fairly crowded but he spied an empty table toward the back. He wasn't feeling anti-social exactly... just cautious. The last time he came through Manhattan, he got jumped by pirates shortly afterward. He'd given up the trader's life but the instincts were still strong in his gut.

Austin told himself he preferred to just watch the patrons a while before he bellied-up to the bar. Not quite true, perhaps but after two or three beers he just might believe it.

He waved a server over to his table. "The blackest Rheinland you got at room temperature." He had been raised in the Texas system but as a trader, he'd run the Cambridge-New Berlin route long enough to develop some exotic tastes. The server wanted to know if he wanted some food with the beer but Austin needed to let his stomach settle a bit first so he waved them off. "No, the beer will be fine for now, thank you."

Austin Bolt
Bounty Hunter

[AdamantineFist]

A large, burly Rheinlander walks into the room, with long, blond hair reaching to his shoulders and a big, shaggy beard. His nose looks like it's been broken a couple of times, and his face is heavily scarred. He wears a thick leather jacket, with fur spilling out at the collar, and gives the appearance of a Viking warrior. He walks over to the bar and sits himself down.

"Barkeep! Some of your finest Rheinland beer, if you would please!" shouts the man. Several of the patrons next to him glance at him in annoyance as his loud, booming voice rings across the room. As the bartender bring him his beer, he gleefully grabs it up and takes a sip. "Ah excellent, my good man! This is much better than that Liberty ale. Here you go!" He tosses several credsticks over to the bartender.

After quite a few more drinks, he begins to talk to a Libertonian man next to him. "Guten Abend, my friend! My name is Harald Svenson."
"Uh, hello, Mr. Svenson. I'm Alfred Smith."
He continues to talk to Alfred, and seems to be going on about how many pirates he has killed, and the poor man looks somewhat uncomfortable and scared. Harald orders several more beers, and gives one to the man he is talking to. "Aha, much better than what you were drinking before, is it not?" The man next to him laughs somewhat uneasily, and takes a sip. "Y-yes," says the Libertonian, "I-it's quite, um, strong."

This goes on for a bit longer, and Harald ends up singing several boisterous, and somewhat obscene, songs. Eventually, though, a large, thuggish looking man takes a seat beside him. Although not very tall, the thug more than makes up for it in muscle and width, appearing incredibly squat and sturdy. His head is shaved, with tattoos running down the back, and he has a long scar running down the right side of his face which leaves his face in a permanent scowl.

"A Rheinlander, huh?" says the thug, "We don't need your kind here. I suggest you leave. Now." At that, several other men appear from the crowd. One is tall and thin, moving with unusual grace, and the other is a somewhat unassuming man, balding a bit, and looking slightly overweight.

"Eh? What's this now?" says Harald, now somewhat drunk. "You dare to insult my heritage? By das Gottkanzler, I will give you a beating you will never forget!"
Alfred Smith looks franticly from man to man, looking for a way out, and gives a whimper of fear as Harald stands up from his seat.

"That was unwise of you, Rheinlander," sneers the scarred thug. With that, the balding man pulls out some brass knuckles, and lunges at Harald. Harald quickly dodges the man, and, in doing so, exposes himself to the tall man. The tall man lunges out with snakelike speed and begins pummeling Harald in the back with one hand, while grabbing his throat with the other. The scarred thug jumps up and attempts to slam his fut into Harald's gut, but Harald is too quick. He lunges off to one side, bringing his left arm up to deflect the blow, and trips up the balding man with his foot. He then spins around, catching the tall man in the stomach with his left elbow, and bringing his right leg up to strike at the thug's knee. The thug drops to his knees, and Harald then reaches back and grabs the tall man, lifting him up and throwing him into the bar. The balding man, by now back to his feet, charges Harald, who deftly sidesteps. Harald then grabs up a barstool and slams it into the balding man's back, breaking one of the legs in the process. While Harald was otherwise occupied, the scarred thug stands up and reaches into his jacket to produce a firearm. "Look out!" screams Alfred, "He's got a gun!"

As the thug pulls out his gun, Harald drops to his knees and uses his left leg to sweep the thug's legs out from under him. The thug's gun discharges wildly, sending several bursts of laser fire into the ceiling and walls. Harald jumps down on top of him, and wrestles with him for control of the gun. By now, the part of the bar near the combatants has been cleared, and the bartender is frantically calling the police behind the bar. Alfred jumps behind the bar, and is whimpering and praying for his life when he hears a meaty thud, and the sounds of struggle cease. He risks a quick glance over the top of the bar, and sees that Harald has knocked the thug unconscious. Harald picks up the gun and places it on the bar next to him. He has many bruises and cuts across his face, and is wearing an expression of triumph. "Let that be a lesson to those who would trifle with Harald Svenson!" He says, and leans exhaustedly against the bar.

One table has been smashed completely, as well as a couple of chairs, and the remains of the barstool Harald battered the bald man with lie beside the bar. The door to the bar bursts open, and several police officers rush in. They apprehend Svenson, and some medics are called in to take away the three thugs. Alfred, as well as a couple of other patrons are taken aside for questioning as witnesses. After they all leave, the bartender slumps against the bar, a haggard look on his face. He gives a deep sigh. "Thank god that's over."

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[Jouster27]

Austin finished his third beer and was just about ready to order some food when his rental lease on the first beer expired. He waved the server over and ordered a bowl of chili and then found his way to the rest room. As he finished up, he noticed the sounds of a rukus in the bar. He stepped out just as the fight ended. Austin checked his handcomp to see if any of the fighters had any bounties on them but before he was finished, the police showed up and put an end to the possibility of easy money.

He had to wait a little while before his chili came; the staff at the bar had to clean up the mess. It was worth the wait, though. The chili wasn't quite as good as he'd find on Houston but it was close. Austin savored it as if it were the best chili he'd ever eaten. On the runs he'd been doing lately, chili was pretty rare and what chili he did find (usually) was so bland and tasteless he could barely choke it down. It hadn't taken him long to realize that it was better to stick with local dishes. You could usually trust the locals to cook their own food right. The only trick, however, was finding something you actually liked. There was almost always something if you looked. His theory was almost proven wrong in Kusari, though. Just the thought of raw fish was stomach-churning but eventually he began to find dishes he enjoyed. "The trick in Kusari," Austin thought to himself, "is wasabi." Lots and lots of wasabi. With enough wasabi, just about anything could be edible.

The chili and beer left Austin feeling mellow. He decided to wander up to the bar and see if any interesting conversations cropped up.

Austin Bolt
Bounty Hunter

[Zasalamel]

A messy, dirty looking man with a smoke in his mouth and a sword in his belt walks up to a table and sits down and rests his head on the table.

A while later, a girl in a cap with an M16 and a guy with a cop hat and another M16 walks into the bar, dragging the man away.
a second after the man was dragged away from the bar, there was a sound of a sword swinging.

The same man comes into the bar, with some blood dripping off his sword which was back in his belt.

"Oi, Gimme a Bretonian Scotch and a New York Steak."

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[spec]

*spec walks into the bar, smiles.... finally i made it here.
Now that I have a few more credits, my life can be made a little comfortable, and what better place than
the Lounge.....*

*Walks over to the bar*
Hi, I'm Spec, it's my first time here, quite a busy place you have...
Can I have some liberty ale please and the current dig of what's going on in Liberty....

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<span style="font-family:Century Gothic">Spec - Independent Trader</span>
Small Transport - Hauling without earning

Current Status: Inactive - Too Much Work and Travel

[kingvaillant]

David Walks in the bar

He see a lot of familiar people in the bar, "Gna, I'll sit at the Bar counter" he thinks.

"One Liberty ale please. The best one."he ask

"Been a rough day Mr?"The bartender say

"Yes...I have lost a wingman...May the gods of Discovery protect his spirit"

"Drink this one to a brighter future Mr."

"Brighter future?, phhh!, Blasphemy" ...Drinks... "I'll be six feet below when it will happen".

David then turn his head and try to find someone willing to chat with him and to change his mind.

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