Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Juzt156]

'Thanks your very kind.' He smiled.

Then after taking a small sip of beer, he cocked his head slightly to one side.

'You said you are a Freelancer? What work do you do? My Uncle in his younger days was a freelancer, used to hire himslef at to coporations, police, bounty hunters, he even told me he worked for pirate on one occasion.'

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[Pyromaniac]

Emma chuckled.

"Love, I usually don't get much choice in jobs. I just tend to take what I can get. Generally I run escort for independant traders, worked for the zoners a couple of times, and work for the IMG... once. Most of them are one time contracts since I try not to get too tied to any one person for very long." She took another sip of beer.

"Besides, I didn't come out here to make money or have an adventure or something like that. I'm just looking for some people, that's it. Once I find them... well I'm probably done with this."

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[Vogel]

Well, with anybody sane evidently out of the picture, and with power armor and assault rifles abounding, staying around was tantamount to a death wish. Or just a really boring time.

The pilot stood up, brushed off his backside and walked over to the counter where he dropped a credit chip in front of the bartender.

He left the place, glancing over his shoulder one last time at a crowd that slayed even the likes of him.

[Osilon]

In the misty clouds surrounding Barrier Gate, a strange craft settled just out of range. Sleek, copper-colored metal, woven into brilliant smooth lines that were common only in artistic Gallia. From the bottom, however, a much more common ship detatched; the X-shuttle racing towards the asteroid base.
Soon, the pilot entered the bar, wearing a long, black dress which seperated at the waist into four different segments, allowing the wearer to run or fight in all ease. Her long black hair extended to the small of her back, and her fair complexion making it clear (to any who had spent time among the northern areas of Sirius) that she was Gallic. Glancing around, the oddity became apparent- Her eyes were a brilliant crimson, like rubies, and she didn't seem to focus on anyone in particular. As she walked through the entrance, she seemed to be talking with what appeared to be some sort of small, hovering drone.
"Non, Hex...We could not 'ave made it far with that sort of speed, not even you could accomplish it."
"But Mon Reine, the reactor will be finished in-"
"But nothing, Hex-Cinq. It is not possible."
Wandering up to the bar, she glanced awkwardly to the bartender. The drone hovered beside her shoulder, hovering accurately by her side as it kept what would be a smug silence.
"Uh...Bonsoir...I'll just take some wine, if you -do- have it..." she muttered, feeling strangely out of place in this bar full of people she didn't know, who didn't even speak her language.
Taking the glass of wine, which, she could even tell now would not be the same as Gallic, she proceeded to the opposite end of the room, passing by the gathering, a red-dressed girl whispering about some sort of ship. Catching a movement out of the corner of her eye, she shifted to avoid it, accidentally bumping into the 'tank' and nearly spilling her drink. Stammering, and letting out an embarrased "Excusez moi..." she hurried past, taking a seat near the corner of the room. Looking back at the group, she realised that the figure seemed familiar...

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

[Juzt156]

'Well I certainly hope you find what your looking for.' He said....then somthing caught his eye.


Syd noticed the dark haired girl who had entered the room. When she was talking to the barman he detected and accent he had never heard before.

He almost lept up expecting a fight when she crashed into the tank, but luckily for her she seemed to have quickly got to her seat without incident.

'Wow' He siad as quietly as possible to Emma. 'Looks like I am not the only person who looks out of place here.'

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[Pyromaniac]

"Apparently..." Emma muttered eyeing the woman. "Well, you weren't ever the only one out of place... between the girl in the red dress and the walking tank I'm pretty sure you were rather unnoticable." She finished her beer, smiled and stood up.

"Come on, I'll show you to the medical wing and they'll get your arm patched up before it gets infected."

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[Toaster]

Cursing his old civilian shuttle, Robert Mally cautiously enters the Lone Drunkard. His Navy uniform quickly attracts some glances from some of the less law-abiding figures.

Shuffling to the bar, he says to the barman, "One Liberty Ale, if you have it."

Waiting for his drink, he sits down on a stool, facing the many patrons filling the space.

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Olivia Sable
On hiatus

[TheJarl]

Once again Tharog grabs his assault rifle and he looks suspiciously at the newcomer.

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[Toaster]

Out of the corner of his eye, Robert sees the man's hands take hold of a rather large weapon. He faintly remembers seeing the figure's face in an after-action report before.

Carefully, he slips his right hand into his uniform's jacket, placing it around the butt of his personal side-arm.

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Olivia Sable
On hiatus

[TheJarl]

Tharog stares at the uniformed man.

"Oi! Another law enforcer?"

He nods to Robert.

"Ye here tae arrest people or somethin'? If that's yer intend, better change yer plans. I'll treat ye the same like the other guy in uniform here. Don't try tae pull anything off or ye are dead, I'm watchin' the both o' ye..."

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