Stuttgart Biergarten (currently in exile)

[looqas]

Johannes walks into the bar and slaps Herr Meissner on the shoulder. He smiles and says:

"Did you think your birthday would go un-noticed? Well, think again mein Leader."

Johannes jumps on the bar counter and raises his voice over the din.

"Meine Herren! Fellow revolutionaries! I'd like to make a toast to our uber leader who's lead us to past glories and victories. It's his birthday and while he's not getting any younger he's getting more cunning!"

"To Kaspar and future Frei Rheinland!"

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Flying under radar.

[Ironwatsas]

"Es ist die Holidaaaaays!" Udo cheerfully sang around the Biergarten, wearing a santa-hat and putting up decorations to the best of his abilities... quickly becoming entangled in garlands and christmas lights.

"Halp... Ich want to get some decorations up! Also we need a Christmas tree, Ja?"

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All that begins must end.

[farmerman]

"To Kaspar and future Frei Rheinland!" Johannes had said.

"I can drink to that!" Ludwig said, raising his glass before noticing Udo trying to decorate. He walked over and helped to free the man.

"Oh, Udo, Karl was looking for you," he said. "Something about a tree. He looked determined, you should look into it." With that, he went back to the celebrations.

"Rheinland!" he said in another toast.

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Faction info links: Samura Heavy Industries : LWB : Watchers

[looqas]

"Sad news my freunde! I just received a word that we lost communication with RHA pilot Hans Botzler. He's been declared MIA and very like KIA given that transmission ended in explosion. We have sent a S&R wing to the last known location of Herr Botzler, but there seems to be nothing there."


Johannes raises his glass and others join him in a minute's silence.

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Flying under radar.

[farmerman]

"Oh, that's not good," Karl said with a frown. "I am sorry to hear about Herr Botzler."

After the minute of silence, he said, "A round for any of the Hessians here to help console them, ja?" The bartender Wenzel began to pour some drinks.

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Faction info links: Samura Heavy Industries : LWB : Watchers

[farmerman]

Karl entered the Biergarten after a long day of trying to find a bouquet of blue jillies for his wife. He hadn't had much success and was a bit discouraged. He hoped a drink and a conversation with Wenzel and whomever else was around would help.

"Ein drink please, Wenzel," Karl said with a sigh.

"No luck with the jillies I take it," Wenzel said, pouring his friend a beer.

"Nein. I was so hopeful, too." Karl said. "I'm hoping someone will come cheer me up, ja?"

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Faction info links: Samura Heavy Industries : LWB : Watchers

[Ironwatsas]

Poor Udo arrived back in the Biergarden from his daily patrol for Donations for the Farmers Fund.

Naturally, he was still on fire as he entered, immediately stopping and rolling on the floor before proceeding to triumphantly hold up a jar of sirius credit cards he had received by a passing TAZ Guru.

After Wenzel Ranis, the bartender, doused him with a fire extinguisher, Udo triumphantly presented the jar.

"Ich habe some money! We got a donation, Ja?"

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All that begins must end.

[farmerman]

Karl turned around to see what the commotion was all about, only to see Udo with a jar and smoking.

"Ach! Udo!" Karl said as he ran over to his friend, just in time to see Wenzel douse him with extinguisher. "Are you ok mein friend?"

Karl led him over to the bar with his triumphal jar in hand. "Wenzel, how about a turkey sandwich for mein friend Udo here? And some of that burn cream!"

Wenzel went off to get the necessary items for the order, both conveniently sitting in the cupboard marked Udo.

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Faction info links: Samura Heavy Industries : LWB : Watchers

[abysswolf]

a group of young men entered into the place and sited far away from the crow on one corner... the waitress ran to them and came back with a triple order of "the biggest beer ale" they had...

they where all tall probably the tallest persons seen on a while, all blonde almost albinos one of them with brown eyes while the other two had green eyes one of them was pretty muscular and had a dark blue shirt with tactical pants and blues of the same colors almost looking like a marine but the mark on his shirt was of the bounty hunters guild the other one had a Rheinland uniform covered in his dark green synthetic leather over all while he wasn't as muscular as the first one he made the impression of being a nono to messing with with his stone cold expression he may look like angry in a peacefully and dangerous way... the last one was suited and very polished and exhibited the best manners of all three sitting correctly and attending the waitress as a lady the other two laughed at him...

-so, how's everything-

the bounty hunter started the chatter, obviously he where more comfortable with the people around

-Rebrant this is your idea of a nice place?-

the executive one answered

-yes, problem?-

he answered with a funny expression

-don't worry Nikolai i have some insurance ordinance here with me-

responded the military one, taking of his overall and leaving it in the table a old school .45 pistol shined away it has no markings of the Rheinland forces

-ah i feel better now- sarcasm Nikolai

-you, over prepared as always Alexander-

said Rebrant laughing

-you finally followed my brother into the bounty hunters don't you Rebrant?-

said Alexander taking off his belt also, he ever taught it was very uncomfortable even with the lower weight of modern handguns he just didn't liked it at all with his alpha uniform... but he had no time to go and change to the campaign one

-heh... - he was nearly insulted - don't compare me with that moron... he wasn't official ... neither am i, i still awaiting approval... he is just a eccentric millionaire spending credits on a big ship-

Nikolai laught but didn't told anything

-aye told him not to engage those LWB but he has ever been too stubborn... -

-just to say it moderately... luckily my lawyer arranged it.. there's no much to pay when a pirate scum is the victim...-

-technically LWB aren't pirates but we where born with that natural hate to those who think they are.... how to say it..?-

-"rebels"- he manned the quotes with his fingers on a sarcastic manner - rebel my balls... haha seriously some of them could rebel my balls very easily - laughed

-haha ye.. some pirates are hawth... anyway... he will be out by Sunday and he'll need to see what to do with his shark.. probably we will agree to them to let him serve on omega 15 cleaning some corsairs until he got the proper IFF and ID... it is a battleship after all they will not waste it-

-he sent this ... message to a hawt pirate days ago... what do you think that was?...-

-i readen it too... let's just don't pay much attention the people he was talking about wasn't paying much attention also... we will just leave it like it is... a nomad unless it is old enough... has no chance to get in to that perverted steel forged chunk of scrap metal he has as replacement for gray matter we will ask him better when he's out... -

the trio was starting to drag some attention, men this tall and health aren't so common nowadays with space radiation, synthfood and zero gravity ambiences they must have been born and raised on a planet eating natural food and real meat the waitress came in with their beers when they where standing to leave and they drank it all with a single zip, much to the waitress amuse... then they left with all eyes stuck on their backs...

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you know what? im just goint to take this away before someone feels aluded... XDDDDDD

[Narcotic]

A young brown haired women in a traditional Stuttgarter dirndl enters the Biergarten. She was obviously a Rheinlander by heart and made an impressive appearance with her green dress. Her large nut-brown eyes examine the overfilled bar. The smell of delicious Schnitzel, fresh Bier and tobacco widen her eyes even more.

"Guten Abend. Ein dunkles Pils, bitte."

She said to the bartender in a soft voice and sat down on an empty barstool.

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