Le Bordel des Clefs du Paradis, Bouron Base

[TheOrangeButterfly]

Jean Luc watched into the bar, almost floating. He was in a very, very good mood.

"2 shots of Vodka, straight."

He down them both in an instant and then sat down on a stool chatting randomly to the barkeep about his day's events.

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[Pinko]

Marcus' datapad rings. La Veuve Noire appears on it's screen. ''While I'm away for business reasons, I want you to write a report on a daily basis if possible. I,ll try to read it if my situation lets me.''

The sudden transmission ends as quickly as it started.

(//Yes, I'm still away 'till the 25th still with no sure access to internet.)) s

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I want to get off Mr. Igiss' wild ride.

[qwertypp7]

Le Pimpernel entered the Bordel and took his usual seat in the corner, taking out a datapad he began to flip through files.

A message from the Brigand shipwrights caught his attention and he smiled as a set of blueprints appeared on the screen.
The chassis for his new gunboat had been complete for weeks but Le Pimpernel had still to finalise the interior specifications. These latest blueprints were almost spot on. The space for vast computer banks had been set aside as he had specified and his office was perfectly placed at the centre of the vessel. The living quarters left a little to be desired but given that the vessel also required a crew to keep it flying it was a neccessary sacrefice that could be easily made up for with a few luxuries.
He quickly tapped out a reply to the shipwrights office. "Go ahead with final construction."

Sitting back in his chair, he caught the eye of one of the serving girls and ordered his customary glass of wine before returning to his datapad.

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Dublin Miner: I am Gallic admiral earning money in Bretonia.

True story...

[Aftyn]

An'e swayed herself into the Brodel, a rather sour expression on her face. Her last mission was not greatly appreciated, and though she was paid well, she didn't here a single hint of gratitude form her employers. She leaned over the bar and was about to order a rather stiff drink to help soothe her disappointment, when she spotted an expensive looking glass of wine being carried by a serving girl. She smiled as she saw where it was heading.

She strutted over to the man in the corner, another family member, le Pimpernel. She sat next to him, crossing her legs and scooting close to him so that their thighs were touching. "Its nice to see such a familiar face today" She said as she gracefully took his glass of wine and took smell, absorbing the refined alcohol. Setting the glass down, she wrapped an arm around his shoulder leaning against him as her other hand disappeared underneath the table, slowly rubbing her hand along his inner thigh.

"So, do you have plans later on tonight? I'v had such a long and hard week I just need someone to vent my...frustration on." She gave a sly grin has her had roamed somewhere more private. "It's not good hold in...frustrations." She said softly into his ear as her hand began to trace itself along his...nether region.

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[qwertypp7]

"Well A'ne I must say this is a pleasant suprise," says Le Pimpernel as he sets down his datapad and smiles.

He picks up his wine again and takes a sip.

"But tell me, how much will this 'frustration relief' cost?"

He sets down his wine and leans in close.

"Nothing is ever free with you Cheri."

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Dublin Miner: I am Gallic admiral earning money in Bretonia.

True story...

[Aftyn]

She gave a vibrant laugh, smirking as she swung her leg around him so that she was sitting on his lap, her cleavage inches from his face. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she licked his ear, making sure that her cleavage barely grazed his face. "Actually...there is something I do want." She said leaning back, a clear smirk on her face. "I was hoping to be the first to test fly your new little toy." She said glancing to the data pad. "Actually I'm going to need to borrow it...for awhile...about a week."

She gave a slight thrust against him, making her breasts reverberate. Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt something pressing against her. She giggled as she nuzzled against his neck, "Awww...looks like someone's happy to see me." She said slyly as she nibbled on his neck, dragging her tongue across his supple flesh.

"So how about it...my...."frustration" for your fancy new toy?" She asked sweetly, making sure that she never lost eye contact with him.

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[qwertypp7]

<strike>Le Pimpernel shoves his face into A'ne's cleavage and motorboats the s**t out of them titties.</strike>

"Well A'ne I must say it is a... tempting proposition," says Le Pimpernel as he reaches round her to pick up the datapad.

"But you see there is one problem," he adds, switching on the pad.

"On that vessel will be every tasty nugget of information that I have ever compiled. My lifeblood in other words."

He smirks as he sits up and pushes A'ne back slightly.

"And after what happened to your last gunboat Cheri, I don't think letting you borrow it would be a wise decision."

He brings up the schematic on the datapad.

"And as you can see," he says, showing the pad to A'ne, "The vessels armaments are minimal. What would you even use it for?"

He smiles at her.

"Although since that is out of the question I do have some franks if you are still... frustrated."

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Dublin Miner: I am Gallic admiral earning money in Bretonia.

True story...

[Aftyn]

She crossed her arms and made a sour face. "Well If you remember correctly it wasn't my fault the stupid comms switch was broke!" She said remembering her disastrous encounter with the "Gallic Siblings".

"And it doesn't have to be heavily armed, I'm just going to use for some...personal interests." Quickly snatching the datapad, she stuffed it into her cleavage, making sure it was nice and snug in her breasts. "And I was really hoping you would help me out too..." Her lips curved into a smirk as she scooted forward onto his lap. "But since you aren't, I think compensation is need!" She said as she licked his chin, as her arms traced down his...and wrapped around his wrists, pinning them down.

"So...if you want don't want to help...the least you could do was get this data pad out." She giggled as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. "With out using your hands..." She said smirking as she slowly grinned against him, a soft moan escaping her lips as she rubbed her body against him.

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[NixOlympica]

Claire Sournois entered Le Bordel. There was hard shift behind her and she just got promoted today. One would think that Paternel rank will make her happy and keep all her worries behind her. But now prosperitz of whole family was her job too. She called waiter and ordered whiskey and female companion. She needed to get herself out of all stress.

[Jokoro]

Might as well share a couple stories while I sit down and have a puff of 'bacco, oui? Let's see... how about my first night as part of la famille? I think that's a pretty good place to start.

I drifted through space at a casual pace until eventually I found myself outside the new Council station, Reunion. It was the designated meeting spot. It was inconspicuous enough. Once we assembled, we set out to check how business was outside of Gallia.



I was a bit nervous. My papa, bless his soul, would not be proud of his son taking to a life of crime, but a man has to eat. The team was an alright sort - I tended to stay quiet and let them talk among themselves.

LaBrise|Plein.Bandeau: Oui, indeed! Truly, this is the fighter of a romantic. A throw-back to days of old when wars were fought with true meaning.
LaBrise|Marcus.Willow: Oui
LaBrise|Jacques.Vulcain: You were always a romantic, Plein.
LaBrise|Plein.Bandeau: "Were", mon ami? I still am!
LaBrise|Fred.Scamaroni: *laughs*
LaBrise|Marcus.Willow: *chuckles*
LaBrise|Jacques.Vulcain: A few too many holotainment videos for you.
LaBrise|Plein.Bandeau: They are nothing but a means of passing idle time. We must go into the world and write our own!
LaBrise|Jacques.Vulcain: You'd better start thinking with your wallet, mon ami. A girl that puts up with you deserves some diamonds.
LaBrise|Jacques.Vulcain: And if she is a Royalist... imagine how spoiled she is...
LaBrise|Plein.Bandeau: Ah, but I am certain we can always 'persuade' them for the greater glory of love.

We ended up in Tau 31 and set up shop by some busy trade lanes.



We nabbed one target, but I didn't get a slice of the profits. It was disappointing, but expected. However... I managed to come up with this:



I spotted some Kusari Naval Forces battleships in the area. I snapped some quick photos and uploaded them beside a digital image of Reunion. The Royal Navy was quite interested in such intel - I offered a modest price, and by the time I was back to Bourbon Base I could afford some food for the week.

It was a quick venture and a short story, but the night is young and I must save the best for later, oui?

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&quot;There's daggers in men's smiles.&quot;