Kirkwall is a secret Outcast installation built in 805 A.S. inside a large asteroid field. While Orkney system is not a part of any Cardamine routes, and is not within the scope of Outcasts' economical interests, Dons of Malta consider it worthy to maintain a presence not too far from a mysterious mine field that is very similar to one located in Outcasts' own Omicron-80 system. Events that happened in 817 A.S. showed that this precaution was a far-sighted one, and now the Outcasts are considering Kirkwall as a valuable base of operations that will allow to venture into the hostile space of Gallia.
-Over the course two years the activity of Kirkwall has grown with the military stationing of the Crossbones. Kirkwall has received upgrades in defenses and construction to expand Kirkwall into a larger base. While the base is rarely quiet there is still time in the sense of urgency to enjoy everyday events. Pilots telling stories and sharing a few cold beers Kirkwall is described as an ant hill billowing with movement. -
Rules: RP only and no outsiders without prior consent.
Objectives: To have a place to hone your RP stories with each other.
Samantha slowly entered the dark lit bar and slowly sat down on a table near the center of the room. The waiter was there in an instant. What would you like senorita? Whiskey, New London vintage please As the waiter went away she lit a cigarette and couldn't help but notice the two men having a discussion on a table in the far end of the room.
Here's your drink senorita. That'd be 67 Credits please. Anything else I can get you? No thanks, put the drink on the 13th tab. She relaxed for a while enjoying her drink and carefully observing the men at the far table. Samantha waved at the waiter discretely
Could you serve the same whiskey to those men over there, and make sure you draw their attention to me'¦discretely if possible
Certainly senorita!
Samantha relaxed in her chair again and lit another cigarette as she awaited the delivery
Dimitri Mikhailov was sitting at a corner booth, over-hearing plans by his advisers. Though while they were chatting, he couldn't help but notice the outcast that had just taken her seat. The constable turned towards his advisers and asked, "Hey, what the hell is an Outcast doing here?" The two men looked at each other, then back at Dimitri and replied, "Well.. It is their base.." The constable then looked at them and sighed.
"Pft.. Ya, sure.. Well i don't like 'um. They're trouble... Deceiving bastards is what they are." The two advisers were now even more confused. Dimitri looked at them both then began to laugh, followed by the rest of the crew.
Samantha frowned for a bit then mumbled to herself [color=#FFFFFF]"Guess
this won't go down with the discrete implying". She got up and walked right to the table where the
odd looking group was sitting, pulled a chair and sat down with the back of the chair to her chest, thus
drawing the suspicious eyes of everyone on the table.
[color=#FFFFFF]'I might say deceiving bastards with excellent sensory functions senor' she said
looking at the man sitting on the opposite side of the table.'You don't look Maltese and
to my eyes you are not very trustworthy either, so mind explaining me what are you doing on this base
which is considered "secret" even among my people? I've been seeing you types for quite some time roaming about
but this is the first time I actually meet you 'Samantha lit a cigarette and exhaled the
smoke in the face of the man sitting next to her.
Dimitri's smile began to fade away. He turned towards the woman, who was obviously a bit angry. "What are we doing here? That's classified, I'm afraid. But don't worry outcast, your bosses gave it to us for good reason. Now, if you would be so kind as to move along and go back to your rag-tag group of friends, outcast." Dimtri chuckled a bit as he waved away some of the smoke.
[color=#FFCCCC]Samantha made a malicious smile... [color=#FFFFFF]<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:100%]"Ooh look at
that I was just starting to enjoy myself and you begun with the classifications. Very well... And what is your
agenda? If we are going to share this station we might as well work together otherwise we might as well kill
each other now."Sam pulled her sidearm and put it on the table spinning it then took a sip
of her drink
Dimitri laughed a bit more at the sidearm spinning on the table, then stopped it. "Well.. I'm not telling you our agendas. And you don't have to tell me yours. Though, it's not that hard to figure out and outcast's agenda.. Heh. I guess we have to go with killing each other. How about this.. I kill you.. Then you kill me." The three men chuckled, trying to contain their laughter.
[color=#FFFFFF]"There's a small fact you are missing...You are already dead...Or shall I put it more
accurately awaiting death to be reborn. This is an Outcast installation and though my bosses "might have
given it to you for a good reason". I am more than sure they skipped a very important part of the deal. The
air you are breathing is Maltesean, it's just the way the air conditioning is built, all decks all sections...I
wonder how long can you stay here without being permanently tied to the station? See you are dead, further
more you are in your coffin already. So are we going to make pointless treats at each other or are we going
to drink ourselves under the table and try to see if we survive our differences?" [color=#FFCCCC]She
snapped her fingers and the waiter quickly came to the table "Bring whatever the gentlemen
want, whiskey for me...a bottle of whiskey"
The constable turned to the waiter. "I won't be having anything, and neither will my friends here." He quickly left to go fetch Samantha's whiskey. Dimitri then focused his gaze back on the outcast, examining her. "Alright." The man stood from his seat, still looking at Samantha. He beckoned for the other two agents to leave with him as well. "Well, ma'am. It was a pleasure meeting you but I'm afraid I've got business to attend to. Enjoy the whiskey. Heh." He smiled a bit, nodded to her and his crew then began his departure to his room.
~Two exhausted pilots from the primary fleet come in. After a lengthy patrol in the Gallia Territory between the Council controlled zone and the GRN control zone both were thirsty for a good drink. Ray pilots the LongArms Very Heavy Fighter he chooses to sit by his favorite spot where his friends are relaxing. Majority of them are girls and he prefers to hang out with them as he finds male bonding disturbing outside the combat field. His wingman Noland Grey Pilots the bomber Valravn and he proceeds to stand by the counter ordering drinks~
Karen: Hey theres a face I haven't seen all day!
Ray: Well it's been a day to try not to be seen! Aha...How are you ladies?
Karen and Emma : We're good just working the usual.
Ray: Yeah? The Usual being?
Emma: Well we can't just mooch off from the Military aha we have to do our fair share. Today we got to run the offices. You know handle top secret papers!
Ray: Aha basically you put the mail in the right slot! *Laughs*
Karen: *punches Ray* Aha don't be a jerk we work hard.
Ray: I don't doubt it. What does a pilot around here gotta do to get some food?
Waiter: Sir, what will you have?
Ray: Burger...and fries...and a soda...
Emma: Soda?
Ray: I can't drink...I'm on call.
Waiter: I'll have it ready in a moment.
Ray: Thank you....
Emma: So tell us about your mission today!
Karen: Did you run into any bad guys?
Ray: Bad guys? Listen you girls they're not "BAD" guys they are guys who will be beaten BAD'ly. Ahaahaha!
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