Martin adjusted his new sublieutenant's uniform before entering the bar. He stopped at the entrance, and took the place in; its walls were festooned with pictures of BAF heroes, ships, bases...and the sorts of things one would expect to be on the wall of a BAF bar. Not bad...I do hope their drinks are as good as their decor.
He limped on in, still looking around for a familiar face. Nothing. Hardly surprising, seeing as I'm still quite new here. Ah, well. Martin signalled the bartender, then started flipping a coin in his hand as he thought about...things. Blast, did I feed the fish before I left home? I hope so, be bloody awful to come home to "dead fish smell". I wonder where everyone else has been? Seems I've not seen more than one or two of them in the past week. What to order, what to order...I hear they have good chicken, but who comes here for the food? Hmm...
Well, not much else to do while I wait...besides, now I have something to celebrate! Having not run into anyone he knew last time around, he didn't really expect much more this time. Especially when he saw the dust on the tables...
"Been a mite slow lately, bartender?"
He nodded.
Martin took a seat at the bar, a grin spreading across his face. "Right...I just got promoted, so drinks are on me for any BAF personnel that do come in here today. A shot of your best, please." The bartender offered a word of congratulations, and got started mixing up a drink.
While he waited, the new Lieutenant looked around at the names and pictures on the wall, as he often did when he visited the bar. Heh, who knows...maybe someday, my name & picture will be on that wall. And to think, just a year ago I thought my military career was finished! Smiling broadly, he took the drink the bartender offered; but he didn't drink it right away. Instead, he stared off into space, swirling his glass gently.
In walks a young lad, no more than 24 standard years of age. As he enters he looks around the old pub; It's Martin, the new lieutenant He turns to the bar tender and asks for some Dublin whiskey. He takes a place at the bar next to him. "How ya' doin', Sir? Ian Garniss asks.
Duty and honour
Elder Ruuku Ochi, So-Honbucho of The Black Dragon Society
Samantha sat near the bar, sipping a brandy. She was quite tired, after just a bit in the simulators, Marz and the SF still in there, probably infuriated with one another, and the SF insisting that he did not need practice, just too tiring....still not fully recovered from her ordeal in the hospital.
"Wonder if he knows I fancy him?" she wondered, imagining the dashing young Kusari rebel, recently added to the force.
And who wouldn't fancy him? He's young, exotic, dangerous, and an ace pilot.......
Marzoruki looked at the colors of his uniform with disgust, although honored to fly amongst Queen Carina's Own, he didn't have much love for the uniform. He was really here to meet Captain Samantha Windsor, whom had invited him with her for a drink. She was sitting alone at a table close to the bartender, and looked especially happy for someone fresh out of the hospital.
"Hello there, Marzoruki," the over-zealous captain greeted him.
The fact that she was the first Bretonian to pronounce his name correctly made him smile slighlty. It was quite difficult for people in Bretonia to understand Marzoruki's heavily accented English, which usually caused confusion to the pronunciation of his name. It was weird for him to be walking around without Mariko close by, usually he even kept guard over the room she slept in. Thinking about all this as he replied "Hello, Madam."
After much discussion with Lieutenant Barclay, Ian Garniss recognizes the Kusari man talking with his commander and instructor, Captain Windsor. After pointing the two out to Martin, Ian builds up the courage to say hello; he quickly finished his drink. He then walks over to the table where the two are sitting, and quickly salutes. Before ether of the two can invite him to sit or ask him to leave, he spins a chair around to the table and takes a seat with them.
"'Ello, Sir. 'Ello, Ma'm. I'm sittin' at tha' bar wit tha' Lieutenant over there, an' I gots me a question ta' ask ya. 'Ows about I buy us tha' next round?" he says with with a smile that has a less than subtle hint of inebriation.
Duty and honour
Elder Ruuku Ochi, So-Honbucho of The Black Dragon Society
Marzoruki hastily waves off the offer of drinks, but motions for Ian to sit down. Marzoruki was unsure as his knowledge of the English language was somewhat limited, but he was sure there was something wrong with the Ensign. Captain Windsor's facial expression went from a friendly smile to a kind of frown, she seemed to look like she had been cut off in the midst of a very important errand.
"I'm quite interested in what you have to ask us Ensign, but I'd rather my tongue not be loosened by the influences of these beverages your bar serves. If the Captain has no problems with it, feel free to speak your mind."
Captain Windsor gives a reassuring nod, and they anxiously await Ian Garniss's response.
It took too long to get him to leave. Ian was an asset between the stars, certainly...but in her personal life? More of a glaring indication of her own mistakes. It really wasn't any wonder that Marz hadn't noticed she liked him...he did, of course, have other things to worry about. And a sixteen year old savant would certainly be a handful...wonder if he had any woman in his life who wasn't a heartless bitch...she could try, couldn't she?
"Barkeep. I'll have another, and make it stiff...I flew through a cloud of blood today, please don't let me remember that."
"Probably stuck on with BMM vacuum adhesives...anyway, the damn thing ain't coming off. Ever. Sorry, barkeep, but you're stuck with it."
"Damn." barkeep shook his head.
"Anyway, why would you want to ditch it? It goes with the theme quite well..."
"Mugs won't slide across it right."
"Ah."
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