Travis sat at the bar, sighing into his drink. Once he'd been an ace pilot, fighting for humanity. Now here he was shuttling a brilliant scientist but barely competent human around in the Omicrons making sure he was safe...in a rickety old Corvo no less. The old man sat at a table nearby the bar, nodding and speaking to himself while sitting over a data pad with the most recent data points that he had compiled on their recent trip. They were meeting some Albert or other here that they'd run into on one of their excursions into one of the Omicron Systems.
Travis sighed again, before taking another drink.
"I really need to get another damn job." he mumbled.
Meanwhile, Doctor Braun was pouring over the recent data that they had obtained from Omicron Zeta. Fascination showed in his eyes and he reviewed all of the data points that he had collected. He never was good with people, but data...well data he understood. Other humans he didn't. They were foreign to him. Even as a grown man he found them annoying and off-putting. He would much rather just research all day and be left alone. The only one he tolerated was Travis Davenport, his pilot. He was young, but kind. Even though Dr. Braun clearly strained him with his personality.
They were here waiting for Albert McKenzie, someone he'd run into while out doing his research. He had some interesting theories that had changed his outlook on his own theories. He had reached out asking if he wanted to discuss things and while he hadn't responded, he believed that Travis had in his stead. That was why they were here after all.
"So pesky, meeting people face to face." he mumbled while sorting through his data. "Why can't we just do messages over a instant message communication. So troublesome. So troublesome."
You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark. The Banished Legion
Freeport 11, located in the center of the Omicrons. A combination of fighters and transports buzz around the station, arriving and departing for various destinations. One such vessel arrives at the Freeport carrying a load of passengers. The pilot lands the passenger transport and they all disembark. One such individual stands out among the rest, wearing a lab coat and holding his personal device infront of his face. The man disconnects from the screen to take one good look around. Freeport, check. Unusual system tunnel, check. Distant suns, check. Albert had arrived at Omicron Delta.
Following the signs from the Import Lounge, Albert periodically looks up from his device to get an indication of which turn to take next. Down the corridors and passageways until he hits the bar. Taking a long sweep of the room, he doesn't notice any patron that screams "mad scientist", so Albert walks in and takes a seat next to a round table in the back of the bar. A waiter walks by to fill up the glass on the table, Albert abruptly motions for two more glasses to be prepared. Looking back at his personal device, Albert takes the wireless route of communication and prepares a message. Considering he's the only one in the room wearing a lab coat, if Von Braun or his pilot were here, they'd knew it was him. To save himself the trouble of looking for them himself, the "send" button was pressed, with the following message being sent to Von Braun.
The doctors communicator pinged with a message but he hadn't noticed it going off. He was too deep in his data to have noticed. When it pinged a few moments later with a missed message, and a few moments after that, Travis sighed, got up from his stool at the bar, grabbed the device out of the Doctor's front pocket, opened it, and placed it firmly down in front of him, obsctructing his view of the data in front of him.
"Ah, he's here." the doctor said with a smile.
Travis groaned audibly, turned, and signaled the bartender for two more drinks and resumed his post at the bar.
The doctor stood, carrying his tablet under his arm and searched the bar, seeing a man in a lab coat. He walked over to the man sitting at the table with two drinks prepared on it.
"Albert I presume?"
You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark. The Banished Legion
The groan is heard from everyone within the bar, turning a head or two. Albert looks up from his device to see another man making eye contact. A quick study would determine that this individual would indeed be Von Braun, but only brief introductions would confirm such a hunch. His device was put on the table while this man made his way over.
"That's correct, Albert McKenzie. Von Braun, was it?"
Noticing the large device under the Doctor's arm, Albert's curiosity decides to take over.
"I see you utilize the Verillion mobile platform. I find it's signal strength to be insufficient at long distances."
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