Two figures entered the bar, a young, apparently Kusari woman with an frustrated look on her face, and an old man with a beard long and bushy enough to hide a suitcase in it, talking to himself and reading a paper. The woman, Dallandra Harakamian, steered the old man to the counter and both sat down. She waved to the barkeep. "Sake. Just give me a bottle and I'm happy." Dal poked the old man to her side, who was still busy with his papers and had just drawn a pencil out of his beard. "What do you want, Fran?" - "Huh? Oh, uhm, Strohrum would be nice", he muttered, and started making notes on the paper. She sighed. "And one rum."
It was a very hard day, i need a drink, and i deserve it, he is thinking. It's a man at the Age of 28, in his arms is a 25years old women. He looks very exhausted, it is Captain Sadun Tryst together with his new girlfriend, Eve Williams, she was captain of the Necho before he get the command. He took a look around the bar, well, noone he wants to talk or he knows.
He took his place and orderd 2 drinks.
He slumps down in a stool and motions to the barkeep. "Something strong please." he asks.
"Bad day?"
"You got that right."
"Why?"
"Combat engagement went to hell."
"You lose anybody?"
"Not yet."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Because when I find the guy that shot me down, I'm going to deal to him."
"Friendly fire incident?!"
"Didn't feel too friendly to me."
A man with a heavy Rheinlandish accent can be heard in the background.
"So anyway, ze Captain yells: "Fire ze missiles!" and I'm like: Okey dokey sir."
"And then what happened?"
"Well you see, I had ze wrong target selected and I downed a Bastet!"
Lieutenant Stone's ears pricked up. He stands himself up and charges towards the Rheinlander while yelling:
Captain Tiberius of the Repentance walks slowly into the Louge. He looks around and nods to the Bartender
"Hello Captain long time no see" States the bartender
Captain Tiberius replys back "Yes it has been a long time since I have been here. Tiberius scans the room looking for a familiar face but none are to be found, in the sparsely occupied lounge. " Still never quite full I see. I will have a whiskey please"
The bartender pours a whiskey and then Tiberius picks up the glass and heads to a corner both away from serveral of the patrons he does not know. He slides into the booth and enjoys his whiskey and reviews the data log to see if theRepentance is ready for space.
Death Before Dishonour! Honour above all!
This masterpiece was made by Calego. (Iron Legion)
Into the bar wakes a guy with freaking long red hair and a black cloak. He's got two upsidedown teardrops under his eye. Sitting at the bar, he sighs.
"Gime a vodka, and of we're out, I'll take whiskey."
The guy accepts the vodka. Taking a good drink, he sighs.
"Something wrong Axel"
"Yeah.".Axel said to hin. "Jeremy gets to take the Oathkeeper to Bretonia, and leaves me behind...well, I dont blamehim."
Axel drains the vodka. "Another."
Captain Tiberius hears Jeremy Hunter's name. He smiles to himself upon hearing a familiar name. He sees the waitress come by and asks for another whiskey and informs the her to get one for Alex.
The waitress b rings him a whiskey and hands Alex a vodka compliment of the gentleman sitting in the booth.
Captain Tiberius raises his glass to Alex and nods. He thinks to himself " Lad you will not be long in waiting for your turn, for I have seen many come and go"
He turns back to his business and sips his whiskey in silence
Death Before Dishonour! Honour above all!
This masterpiece was made by Calego. (Iron Legion)
Tiberius Walks into the lounge after the successful test flight of his new fighter.
He walks towards the bar and nods to the bartender" A bottle of whiskey
and a glass if you don't mind....Pause....I'm done my patrol for the day
and my shift is over
The Bartender picks up the whiskey that Captain Tiberius favours and hands his the bottle and glass
"Tough day sir? "asks the bartender
"Nope just a small celebration for my return to duty" replies Captain Tiberius
Taking the bottle and glass in hand he heads to his favourite booth in the corner.He sits down, pours himself a shot and pull the Holo-pad/communicator from one of his pockets
Thinking to himself: Dang it, what was the access code for Major Hunter? I wish to speak with him on something. Ah there we go.
Death Before Dishonour! Honour above all!
This masterpiece was made by Calego. (Iron Legion)
Commander Duke walked in with a slight limp. His shades on, despite the dim light and the bandage on his right eye, and a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. What will it be today, sir? the bartender inquired. I have a powerful lust for some gin, if you don't mind...
The bartender poured the clear liquid into a shot glass and slid it over the polished bar in Duke's general direction. He reached down to catch his drink, but it flew past his hand, only to be stopped by the bartender himself. Depth perception's gone to hell, eh Raoul? What happened to you anyway, you look like a train wreck.
Duke took a puff from his cigarette, grabbed it with one hand, the other firmly gripping the shot glass. He lifted it, took a whiff of that lovely scent, and drained it. His mouth twisted into a grin, he turned his head to the bartender while the smoke was escaping through his teeth and nostrils. Someone should learn not to drop mines on their own comrades' heads. Well, I see your spirits are safe and sound still, so it couldn't be that bad. Yeah, most of the cockpit and the front fuselage remained intact, and the blast sent me spinning and flying.
Zoner patrol that picked me up said they saw a comet heading towards the Freeport, but when they closed in to blow it up, they recognized the torso of my fighter...
The bartender laughed, and grabbed the bottle again. One more, to the minefields and keen Zoner eyesight! Duke killed another shot, and felt that warm sensation spreading through his guts. After a couple more drinks to the increasingly bizarre causes, the ashtray was half-full, while the bottle was half empty. Allright, time to scram. Those reports won't finish themse-
He turned around, and almost crashed into the young Tyler Critius behind him. Commander, I came here to sa- *sshh* You came here to apologize? Yes sir. Very well. Apology accepted, under one condition. Thank you very much sir, I'll happily do anything you ask!
Allright, then stand still.
With a single motion of his right hand, he swept through the air and slapped the poor Critius on his hace. He staggered back a few steps, but kept standing still. One side of his face had an imprint of a palm clearly visible. Duke stretched his right arm again, this time not wanting to harm, but in a gesture of peace. Tyler cautiously accepted the hand, and gripped it firmly. Now we're even. I don't want to hear another word about what happened today, allright? Both men smiled, and Raoul began to walk out towards the main door. See you in space, Tyler, and next time, don't go berserk when dropping mines...
The independent Order ship "The_Adder" started docking procedures at planet Toledo an early morning, very early in fact Neiah and her crew met little to noone on their way down through the icy skies, they landed slowly and calmy on the face of the frost filled planet.
In the docking bay:
Neiah Rash: Airma make sure she's ready to go again this afternoon, I want her fit to fight before we go on our next patrol you never know what we might meet out there theese days so make sure the Hull isen't breached and the shield reactor is up and running on full capacity.
Airma nodded slowly "As always Ma'm!"
The Lounge:
Neiah entered the lounge not long after that same morning, not many had taken place in the chairs around the small tables just yet, aside from a few Corsairs sitting in the corner.
Neiah Rash: "Greetings Barkeep so what news do you have for me?"
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