Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Chrysalis]

//EDIT: Wrong Thread.

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[Starviper]

Leon took a sip of his beer, while trying to understand the pilot's humor.

"Well, I guess I found out that when those Kusarians come, they come in swarms. Guess I should have picked that up from my time in the Armed Forces..."

He looked around.

"You say you're the best?..Heh...Sorry but, I don't believe in things I didn't see..."

[Commissar]

"Well, I'm not planning to have us shot at by every sentient being in Sirius, if that's what you mean." Even though that could very likely happen, the girl mused. Judging by the atmosphere in the bar it was definitely leaning toward sooner, rather than later. The silence her companion's entry had generated seemed to have abated, and for that, Sarah was grateful.

"Anyway, the war. You remember that ship in the Omicrons?" She returned her eyes to the computer for a minute, evidently pleased. Finally. She tapped the screen again, and was answered by a shimmer just above the device. A few seconds later, the shape manifested itself, forming something instantly recognisable.

"I've been doing some digging and it looks like Osiris'€™s... Osirai?" She smiled again, a laugh threatening to break through.

"Anyway, them. There's no real record of them before the war. I mean, a few bits and pieces, but nothing great. The thing is, after the Order went and did their thing." A more serious expression crossed the normally flippant girl's face; whether it was one of disapproval or simple loss was difficult to ascertain.

"That's when they really started showing up in numbers. It seems odd, building a fleet up when you've already won. So, I'm guessing that they either just got the resources to start, or only just figured out how to build them." Sarah paused for a moment, evidently proud of her research. Baring in mind the isolation of Rogue bases, it was a miracle she'd been able to gather any information at all.

"And that's the thing. I...er... might've gone back for some scans." She raised her arms in mock defence. "And it didn't match. With modern ones, that is. I mean, even the external structure's a little different. The armour's a different material. I haven't been quite close enough yet to figure out what, but it's different. Lighter. She's odd internally too. The reactor bay's bigger. Either weapons have got a lot more efficient or there was something she could do that soaked up all that juice. There'€™s rooms there that I haven't been able to pick up on anything else I've come across. I'd like to cross reference it with a functioning one but...." The last statement was directed toward the armoured figure. "Haven't been able to yet."

Sarah frowned, crossing her arms.
"So what I'm saying, is that unless I can get hold of the original plans..." She shrugged. "There's no way to get that bird flying again. She's too different. Unique.

Thing is, I'm not even sure the Order built her. The structure's just... out. And if I don't know who built the thing, I can't really get the plans..."

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May you live in interesting times.
| Sarah McFarlen | Jane Hartman |

[Jeremy Hunter]

Izzy just facepalmed. A Rogue...wanted the origional plans...to an Osiris.

With tge walking tank there...this,would end badly. Oh so very badly.

Izzy downed her drink, asked for water...and listened. Then the girl hit the line about the reactor.

Holy frikin Crap...if that is what I think...

Izzy taps a some buttons on a PDA and goes back to listening. And she also got ready to leave.

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May you ever walk in the Light, Shizune.

[Vogel]

"And you coulda fell down some stairs and hit your head," the pilot retorted with a grin.

He leaned back and surveyed the room again. This stupid tension was ridiculous; only on Barrier Gate would a crapload of ridiculously well-armed people of drastically different factions congregate in a single room.

"Anywho, I was lookin' for a nice little barfight but explosives and such weren't part of the plan. Kinda shoots the Hell outta that one."

[Daerune]

The tank shook his head. 'You'd think that after the first going there and your ship going ka-boom you'd have given up... Sarah, My vessel isn't like any other Osiris' either, The Anubis is a EV class. I've had it modified and such with new developments." He looked around towards Izzy giving her a warning look. "You are correct that I have plans to an Osiris among other things but the running and repair is expensive let alone to restore a dead ship of such nature would be astronomical, You cant put any old systems in either or it would just go up in smoke basically.... you have to know what to put in to work with the systems" He shifted his hand to lay face up showing the Anubis and a normal Osiris next to each other. 'No one ship is the same, some might be commissioned as common vessels but Sarah.. if that's another EV class ship then plains for an Osiris is going to only be accurate for somethings.' He sat back. 'And is this the same ship I took you to see.'

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[Osilon]

Julian watched the silent commotion with distaste. He was probably the only one here not carrying a gun on him, or a bladed weapon. Ah well, he had a silver tongue.
Sitting back, he watched with interest as the red-dressed girl spoke. She had some sort of plan in mind, thats for sure...especially considering the odd group around her.

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.

[sirlagsalot]

- Fine, fine, they are not bringing it any time soon. - she thought - Maybe suddenly out of foods, maybe suddenly out of courage to serve the customers. Fine. I get it.

She sighed quietly - and, leaving the empty glass on the table, grabbed her PDA and moved closer to the girl in red and her pals.

- Yo, umm... - she spaced out for a moment, staring at the oddly dressed lass - asteroid-fan? Sorry, but what was your name, again?

[TheJarl]

Tharog stepped up and grabbed his weapon. He drank what was left in his glass of whisky and walked to Julian.

"Oi! Ye there, are ye crazy? Walkin' around unarmed? Ye know, this ain't no Freeport. Everyone can come here, bu' there's no guarantee ye get out alive.

This place is where the tough folks come. Trust me, yer looks might save ye from the females, but fer the males... take this"

Holding his assault rifle in his left hand, he drew a pistol with his right. He handed it over to Julian.

"Carry this and not only can ye defend yerself. People most likely won't even attempt tae attack ye, unless they are drunk... which actually means there is quite a big chance.

Oh and... those people ye are lookin' at. Be careful wi' 'em. I recognize a few. They are up to somethin'. I wonder what..."

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[Osilon]

Julian looked at the pistol with distaste. "I despise guns." Handing it back, he took a sip of the red liquid, leaving his lips a deep crimson. "I can take care of myself." he said, rolling the rose in his fingers, and smiling slightly, a strangely sinister look overcoming him for just a moment. "And if you ask me, the male patrons of the bar seem to have enough common sense to not start a fight. The women are the ones i'm worried about. And, uh, that guy." He nodded towards the strange, heavily armed figure.

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A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.