Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Toaster]

After a few minutes of silence, Robert notices his comm-unit vibrating in his jacket again. He yanks it out, opens it, and holds it to his right ear.

Mhm. Mhm. *sigh* Understood, Lieutenant. You did your best. Get the crew back to West Point. I'll get there sometime.

Slowly, he replaces the unit in his jacket.

Well, seems the contamination in my ship was to bad. They decided to scrap it.

He turns back to his drink and stares at it.

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Olivia Sable
On hiatus

[TheJarl]

Tharog nods.

"So the book is lost then?"

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[Toaster]

Robert taps the glass absent-mindedly.

Yeah. It seems so.

He breaths in deeply and refills his glass.

Guess I'll have to go back to piloting a fighter.

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Olivia Sable
On hiatus

[Commissar]

Sarah nodded companionably, gesturing for Jasmine to sit down. It hardly seemed like she could handle herself in a bar, much less sell her out to the Order. If the Gallian even knew who they were. Besides; no-one in her group seemed to have much of an idea as the ship's origins anyway. Perhaps the newcomer could shed some light on it. Besides Hex-Cinq, despite having an unpronounceable name, was just plain cool. First things first though.

"I'm sorry, you two know each other?" She queried politely, directing a second, quicker comment at Dirius.
"'Unfavourable risk' hardly stopped you. Hypocrisy much?"

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

[Osilon]

Jasmine sat, a little awkwardly, while the drone continued to hover, circling the table once. "I...thought, I might, but..." she shakes her head. "I must've been confused." She threw a sideways glance at the still-hidden figure, then at the projector on the table, seeming suddenly interested, glancing at Sarah with a slightly questioning look.

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

[Commissar]

Sarah shrugged, evidently unconvinced, but she was willing to let the matter slide for now. After all, she was trying to restore a Battleship. People were entitled to some secrecy, surely. Well, probably not, but she'd weasel the truth out of the armoured-one later. It really wasn't that difficult, apparently. She hadn't managed to get much out of him yet but, hey, eventually... Law of averages and so on. Despite her mental rambling, the Rogue was still alert enough to catch Jasmine's look. Not that it was any great feat of observation, a blind man could've seen that curiosity. Assuming he wasn't completely blind. Perhaps one eye. Anyway; she was getting off track.

"This thing?" She queried absent-mindedly. "It's just a ship. Take a look if you like." Sarah passed the computer to Jasmine with actions far too delicate for something of its manufacture. She ignored the drone for now, staring at the Gallian intently. Maybe she knew something about it... Someone had to.

The was always Plan B. Sarah really didn't like Plan B.

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

[Osilon]

Jasmine took a look at the hologram intently, examining the image of the Osiris. "Oui...I have seen this before. Once or twice." She blinks a few times, glancing up at the drone for a moment. "Osiris, correct? I've seen them in the possession of a few different people...very advanced."
Glancing across the table at this interesting girl, she looked her over for a split-second before returning her gaze to the hologram. "Where are you from, madame? I've not met anyone like you before."

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

[Daerune]

The colossal hunk of armor shook his head for a moment before leaning back and puts his hands behind his back. ~She never listens.... if she dies I'm gonna tell her I told her so~ He inhales sharply looking Mademoiselle Jasmine.

"Shes from the arse end of the Gelexy where they don't listen to advice and dig their selves into the ground.' He was looking to Sarah now an amused sound to his voice. "Of course they are quite stubborn as well and wont admit it.'

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[Alley]

A group of four persons, composed of one woman and three men in armor entered the place. They went to an empty table, but as they passed near your table, you may have recognized the symbol of the Slomon K'Hara's inlaid in the left shoulder pad of their armor.

As they sat, the woman said "Bartender, four Bloody Marys and something to eat, please."
Each of them took off their helmet. They seemed to be exhausted and probably travelled for quite a long time.

Those who lived for quite some time in the Omicrons may know who they are, and may recognise the Order renegade Kate Miller.

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Alley was right.

[Scarlet]

A lone figure walks to stand in the doorway, resplendant in a flawlessly neat Liberty Naval uniform, however lacking any sign of rank where there should be, and sporting an emtpy sidearm holster. Her hair is white, and her eyes are pink, notably a true albino. Other than her uniform, polished boots, and albino features, she's pretty unremarkable, average height and wieght, and looking generaly bedraggled and tired.

She pauses for a moment to drink the scene in before meandering over to the bar, hoisting herself up on her elbows to lean over to see below the counter, despite the indignant barkeep. "Something... Vaguely drinkable please, strong, er... Expensive if you want... What do I want? Hm... We'll go with something blue."

She turns away from the bar, to lean there without taking the proffered drink, staring first at the other uniforms in the place, and then at Jasmine and her drone with mild curiosity, studiously ignoring the group of four.

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[22:29:00 | Edited 22:29:52] Corey (Gheis): Just because I'm an admin doesn't mean I can't appreciate an attractive woman.