Manhattan Bar and Lounge

[AdamantineFist]

Svenson looks at the Kusarinese fellow with a surprised look on his face. "Well, is that so? Do you happen to know any of these "right people"? Hah, and you're right about the beef! That has to be one of the only things these heathens have held out against Synth Foods on! Bah, horrid Synth paste, I shudder just thinking about it."

He then looks over to Axel. "Ah, mein guter Mann, what say you let me have a try of this strange "red liquor"? Then we'll see if it is truly as good as you say it is!"

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[Xing]

Axel produced a little smirk,
"If a former rheinwer marine says so, you can trust it's the good stuff!"
And this said, he passes on his bottle, the crystal clear liquid sparkling by the light of the bar, as if tempting people to just drink it down.
"Old Earth formula, from what I heard of my supplier" he added proudly.

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[Donutman]

Captain Cyruss Wayne walked into, according to the sign outside, the Manhattan Bar and Lounge. His friend and engineer, Lt. Cmdr. Quinn Calhoun said to him; "Well this place sure is better than the mess hall back on the Sac'."
Cyruss smiled at the comment. The synth paste dispensers had been acting up again. That of course, was not at all the most dire problem on his command, the LNS Sacramento. She had taken a real beating in the battle with the Nomads today, and would be in Baltimore for the next week.
"At least it isn't crawling with repair guys from Baltimore." he said.

"Aye thats true Cy. Lets sit over here."
They sat down at the table Quinn pointed to and got a menu. The bartender, a Taylor Andrews from the tag, walked over to them.
"What'll it be fellas?"

Quinn looked up at him. "I'll take a Liberty Monster Burger with fries and a Bretonian Scotch."

Cyruss looked at the menu for a moment, until one item caught his eye.
"I'll take one of those New York Steaks, medium, a side of potatoes, and a Liberty Ale."

"It'll be right up.", said Andrews, who then went to the kitchen.

"So, what's goin' on in engineering?" he said, turning to Quinn
"Well, we're 'bout to bring the new core online, so we won't have to be runnin' off of Baltimore anymore. So I left it with Ensign Pavan, he's been wantin' to through some kind of important switch for a while." He grinned."Might as well let him before he actually says he wants to. Just like a kid askin' if he can drive the aeroshuttle."
Cyruss laughed at that. "Well, he's what, a month out of 'Point? Who can blame him?" he shook his head. "Overeager Cadets."

At this point they're food came, and Cyruss immediately bit into his steak. Much better than the "steak"-flavored paste that the dispensers spit out.

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[pieguy259]

Andrea came in, looking exhausted. "Oy..." She sat at the bar and ordered a drink. "This hasn't been the best way to start a new job..."

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[Donutman]

As they were eating there food Commander Driam came in. "Chayana!" he shouted over to his XO "We're over here!" Walking over, she sat down. "So, how's the food?" she said. "Amazing." said Quinn, with a mouth full of burger. "Here's a menu." Andrews walked over again. 'What'll it be ma'am?" he said, looking at Chayana.
She looked up at him. "A Cesar Salad, side of bread sticks, and a green tea." Chayana had always been a vegan. Not very difficult when synth paste was a flavor-programed plant.....

Just then, a story on the recent Nomad attack came on CNS. Footage of the battle came on, with two reporters doing commentary. However, the comm chatter of the fleet could be heard anyway.

Code:

"Thunderbay to the fleet, (which was Acting-Captain Porter on the Clinton-class battleship at the edge of the battle.) Concentrate your fire on the one known as Sha'Roon." "Acknowledged, all batteries fire at will."(which was the Captain of the Niagara-class cruiser Themis) "Copy that, Lieutenant, open fire, all weapons." (Which was himself on the Sacramento) "Beta and Gamma squads, concentrate your fire on Sha'Roon" (Thunderbay) "This is the Themis, we're taking heavy damage." (The three nomad ships concentrate fire on the Themis, which is raked by several explosions.) "Themis, get out of there!" (Thunderbay) "Lieutenant, all power to the weapons!" (Sacramento) "This is the Themis, we are retreating." (The Themis activates cruise engines, fleeing at reduced speed) "This is the Sacramento, our shields are down, taking heavy fire!" (All three of them wince as the Sacramento is raked with fire, ripping into D and E decks, the lights wink out as power fails on B deck, Subsection 9 on C deck is hit by some kind of torpedo, collapsing and killing three, the weapons stop firing, and plasma pours from the main port plasma conduit.) "*two explosions, sound of fire* This is the Sacramento, Tactical and Ops stations have exploded, we're retreating." "Copy that Sacramento, we'll cover you. Beta and Gamma squads, give the Sacramento cover fire."(Thunderbay)(The Sacramento limps away)

The battle went on as the three nomads are destroyed. "Damage sure looks worse from outside, huh?" said Quinn. Chayana's salad arrived, and she dived hungrily into it.

(OOC:Some. One. Talk. To. Me.)

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[AdamantineFist]

Axel produced a little smirk,
"If a former rheinwer marine says so, you can trust it's the good stuff!"
And this said, he passes on his bottle, the crystal clear liquid sparkling by the light of the bar, as if tempting people to just drink it down.
"Old Earth formula, from what I heard of my supplier" he added proudly.

Svenson takes the bottle gently, peering into the depths of the liqueur for several seconds before pouring himself a small glass. He then takes the glass in hand and drinks it all. He leans back from the bar with a contemplative look on his face, then hands the bottle back to Axel. "Impressive stuff, my friend! Not exactly Rheinland beer, but good enough."

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[hack]

The bartender was refilling the ice tubs near the sinks behind his bar when he noticed a man come in and sit at the end of the bar. He was wearing a old leather jacket, jeans, Military style boots, and had a captains hat on; but the thing that really got his attention was that the mans right arm was in a sling and he had stitches in his forehead. They were obviously fresh because a little bit of blood was seeping out of them.

"Sir, are you ok?" asked the bar tender.

"I've been better. Bring me a bottle of rum and a burger."

"Well, heres the rum you wanted, will be a bit for your burger. If you don't mind me asking, who are you? My name is Andrew". Andrew extended his hand.

"The name is Edward Muldoon, Captain of the Transport Sirus Hauling. I would shake your hand, but..." He looked down at this sling.

"So what happened to ya?"

"I had a little trouble with pirates in the California system. Had to transfer my engineer to medical and have the ship towed to Newark for repairs. When that was done, I had medical look at me."

"So how long ago did medical release you?"

Captain Muldoon pulled out a cigar with his good hand, chomped down on it, and lit up. "Who said anything about them releasing me?"

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Formerly known as LPI Police Chief Hull O'Brien.
Creator of Sgt. V. Price, 207th Precinct out of Chula Vista Station

[Drakken]

Drakken enters the bar with a pacing quickstep, contrasting with his seemingly tired attire and his small wrinkles growing under his eyes. He goes to the bar and sits on a stool, waving to the bartender.

"""Hiya, Sir. Bring me an ale and a burger. Ketchup only, please."""

The bartender executes himself, taking note of the stranger's command. Drakken takes the time to look behind himself, observing the crowd in case someone might be interesting enough for a meaningful conversation. His mouth grins to himself as he doesn't see anyone who knows him. He nods and turns to face the bartender who has just brought him his ale and burger.

As Drakken takes a quick bite in his burger, the bartender smiles, """Haven't had a bite in a long while, eh?"""

Drakken smiles, """Un uneventful ride. The only thing interesting is helping the Liberty Navy hold at bay a denying smuggler."""

As the bartender arches an eyebrow in curiosity at the word "denying". Drakken takes a long guzzle of ale directly from the bottle and goes on...

"""Yeah, that trader had a huge load of cardamine. Thousands of crates in his cargo. Even I with my scanner could see them all. A LN fighter was already present when I arrived. As I was notifying the LN pilot that I was present to assist him in case of need, I could actually hear the trader argue with the LN that it was for his personal consumption."""

Drakken begins to laugh, mostly to himself, and he continues.

"""He even said he had a medical paper from his dock allowing him to carry this cargo. Finally as a LN capital ship arrived on the scene and gave him 30 seconds to comply he finally dropped his cargo and went away, screeching in his comm that it was unfair and blablabla..."""

The bartender remains emotionless as he cleans a glass with a towel, """So, you are a Liberty citizen carrying off his duty, or even a LN fighter pilot perhaps?"""

Drakken finishes his bottle of ale and croaks, """Nah, I was just a bored pilot looking for some new action. It just happened it was serving Liberty laws and assiting Liberty authorities there. I found that trader ludicrous and I was having a laugh. I can just imagine the report this pilot's gonna do to his commanding officier. And the only action I get these days is from lost Rogues and Xenos coming over for a tea in the middle of Liberty Trade Lines. Useless to say, they usually don't stay long."""

He takes another bite of his burger and mutters, his mouth half-full, """Another bottle, please. I am thirsty."""

[Ash]

Ash strides through bar entrance with his waitcoat collar pulled up over his jaw; and stops for a moment to take in the scene before him. An unusually large crowd seemed to be occupying the bar, with all of the tables already taken and only a few small gaps among the constantly bickering pilots at the bar.

He quickly moves into one of the gaps at the bar and orders a Bretonia Scotch; Not taking notice of the few people around him that paused their conversations to instantaniousley judge his appearance; before returning to their pointless jabbering.

He looks down the bar to see a news paper panel idle upon the bar surface; and he signals to the bartender. It's not long before the panel slides down the bar towards him and he begins to read.

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[MB52]

As they were eating there food Commander Driam came in. "Chayana!" he shouted over to his XO "We're over here!" Walking over, she sat down. "So, how's the food?" she said. "Amazing." said Quinn, with a mouth full of burger. "Here's a menu." Andrews walked over again. 'What'll it be ma'am?" he said, looking at Chayana.
She looked up at him. "A Cesar Salad, side of bread sticks, and a green tea." Chayana had always been a vegan. Not very difficult when synth paste was a flavor-programed plant.....

Just then, a story on the recent Nomad attack came on CNS. Footage of the battle came on, with two reporters doing commentary. However, the comm chatter of the fleet could be heard anyway.

Code:

"Thunderbay to the fleet, (which was Acting-Captain Porter on the Clinton-class battleship at the edge of the battle.) Concentrate your fire on the one known as Sha'Roon." "Acknowledged, all batteries fire at will."(which was the Captain of the Niagara-class cruiser Themis) "Copy that, Lieutenant, open fire, all weapons." (Which was himself on the Sacramento) "Beta and Gamma squads, concentrate your fire on Sha'Roon" (Thunderbay) "This is the Themis, we're taking heavy damage." (The three nomad ships concentrate fire on the Themis, which is raked by several explosions.) "Themis, get out of there!" (Thunderbay) "Lieutenant, all power to the weapons!" (Sacramento) "This is the Themis, we are retreating." (The Themis activates cruise engines, fleeing at reduced speed) "This is the Sacramento, our shields are down, taking heavy fire!" (All three of them wince as the Sacramento is raked with fire, ripping into D and E decks, the lights wink out as power fails on B deck, Subsection 9 on C deck is hit by some kind of torpedo, collapsing and killing three, the weapons stop firing, and plasma pours from the main port plasma conduit.) "*two explosions, sound of fire* This is the Sacramento, Tactical and Ops stations have exploded, we're retreating." "Copy that Sacramento, we'll cover you. Beta and Gamma squads, give the Sacramento cover fire."(Thunderbay)(The Sacramento limps away)

The battle went on as the three nomads are destroyed. "Damage sure looks worse from outside, huh?" said Quinn. Chayana's salad arrived, and she dived hungrily into it.

(OOC:Some. One. Talk. To. Me.)

Jessica Porter smiled as she picked apart all the things wrong in this news cast. Of course the media got alot of the facts wrong, but it made sense.. considering the information was classified and they had to fill in alot of blanks to make their viewers happy. At least they showed how brave the men and women of the navy were.

She sat back and opened the small case in front of her, looking down on her new rank ensignas which she had just received. She was now a captain..... there would be alot of responsibility but she felt she could handle it.. though being one of the youngest captains in the navy made her nervous.

She looked up as her two friends, John and Sharon returned from the bar with several liberty ales.. tonight would be a night to celebrate.

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I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust