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 Posted: Mon May 30, 2005 3:30 pm
This bar is full of rowdy people, some looking for fights, other just drinking themselves senseless. A human bar tender stands behind the bar, cleaning a glass with a dirty rag and the glass isn't getting very clean. Many drinks are orderable, though only when you are off duty.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 9:24 am
Searil and Ermor slid into a private booth and ordered two drinks from the waitress. "Its quite interesting that all Army personel get free drinks from here." Searil remarks, looking around the bar at many of the patrons. "Most of them enjoy the service, though there is a five drink limit for each one. They have to take breath tests after the third one as well." Ermor smiled, grasping the smooth glass that had just been set on the table before him.
"So, whats the news with the Maritan Underground? I hear they're still trying to become a free planet. They don't like Earth controling much anymore." Searil sighs, taking a large gulp of his drink. "Well, its going alright, for the most part. The Mars Yards are getting lots of support from the people on the ground. They're the financial backer for the whole ordeal. No matter Earth does, they can't force the Yards under." Searil paused. "Its people like you that make Earth angry. You are under your own control. And, you've just bought a Jupiter Class ship from the Yards. Keeping going the way you're going and the Merc Army might rise to be a univeral super-power."
Ermor waved the last comment away. "You know I don't want that to happen. I just want to get a bit of credits and live my life out in peace." Searil stared at him. "But, with the pilots you've got now.... I mean, these pilots you have with you. They're the best of the best. So far, your people have completly crushed the enemy in all your missions. Mind you, you've only had two." Searil stopped for breath and to take another gulp of his drink.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 8:47 am
"Yes, well, that is not the point of this Army. I want to keep the Army out of politics in anyway possible." Ermor says, glaring at Searil. "You know that isn't possible. You will be dragged into some form of politics." Ermor stood up, stretching himself out. "I think its time for you to leave. I'll talk with Tielen Industries about the mech design for you." Ermor dropped a credit chip on the table and walked out of the bar.
"I'll be seeing you then. Perhaps sooner than you think...." Searil mutters under his breath. He opened a tiny phone looking object and began chattering away on it. Searil headed off to his ship and was off planet in a matter of minutes.
Ermor sighed, leaning against the outside wall of the bar. "Let us all hope the Army doesn't get dragged into a Universal War. The last one was more than enough for me to begin with."
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:27 pm
The dark glass door to the bar slid open with a minor click as Andreis walked in, looking rather sleepy.
I haven't seen action in what feels like ages.
He thought as he approached the bar, looking at the people around before turning to the bartender and giving a smile.
"How goes it?"
He asked kindly.
"Not bad."
The bartender replied after a thoughtful sigh, obviously not so sure like Andreis himself. The young man spun around on his barstool, looking out at everyone in the artificially lit room. It was almost depressing.
"So you gonna order anything?"
The bartender asked.
"Maybe...."
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 11:54 am
"I'll get a drink later on buddy..."
Andreis said with a dull tone, exiting the bar with a sigh. No one interesting was around it seemed. Only the usuals.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:27 pm
Glitch entered the Bar and scanned the room. There was no sign of Gregory or Nateal, and the rest of the company in the bar merely glanced in her direction before going back to their drinks. "Hmph, cheerful lot aren't they." she said rather sarcastically, raising a brow at them. Her attention went back to the door behind her as it slid open.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 1:19 am
Zero walked through the door, tighting one of the gloves on his hand. "Now where the hell are the others. We haven't been gone that long." He walked up beside her. Even though there was no natural light coming into the bar at this time, Zero still had his sunglasses on. The dark lenses turned towards her, "So...shall we try to call them...or sit down and get our drinks?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 6:41 am
Glitch stood there musing for a moment. "I'll send a message to them. If they don't respond, then we'll order our drinks with out them." she said, surveying the place to find a suitable spot. "Meanwhile, let's grab a seat." she said, making her way toward the left end of the bar. She pulled out her small holo-comp and tapped away on it until she received two satisfied beeps. "There. That should do for messages." she said cheerfully, flicking it closed again and slipping it into her belt pocket. "Otherwise, I'll have to shout them another time." she smiled.
Glitch looked at the grubby bar stool and hesitated. I work hands on with heavy machinery, have crawled around in dark & filthier environments and pilot ‘Mechs for a living, yet I look at a bar stool as though I wouldn't want to touch it with a ten foot pole! She thought to herself, almost laughing. She quickly glanced around and managed to spot an empty table nearby. That will do. She pulled out a chair and sat down. "So.. What else do you have in that hanger of yours?" she asked Zero, shuffling around until she was comfortable as she could get.
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 2:17 pm
Zero couldn't help but grin as Glitch squirmed in her seat. Although the seats weren't padded as much as a commercial resturant, it was still better then the ones at the space port. "I just have one left in the hanger. Almost a feather-weight compared to the Monster." He pushed a button on the his wrist holo-comp and the wire mesh of the Cheyenne appeared.  It rotated above his hand, switching around and zooming on different sections when Zero touch it. He brought a zoomed image of the arms, head, legs, and on of the inside of the cockpit. "The Monster is still at the space port, along with the battle armor in its belly."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 6:51 am
Gregory step into the bar the holo computer on his belt rings as it shows incoming messeage. He looked arround and noticed Glitch and Zero is here allready. Well I guess maintanance took longer than expected. He walks trough the bar and took a seat. "Sorry i'm late, maintanance took longer than expected. I came here as soon as i'm done though." Greg looked at the mech hologram. "The Cheyenne? I thought that is experimental. Man your lucky, I was going to buy another mech still don't have enough for one." He opens the database on his holocomp and looks for the file."Heh...I guess the data is corrupted it's the 'Orca' I hope they still produce it."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 8:23 am
"Ah yes, Battle Armor. I have yet to install null signature and a cloaking device. But according to my resources, the equipment is on its way." she explained, watching Zero go through the different parts of the Cheyenne.
Glitch nodded to Gregory as he came in. "Glad you could join us." she smiled when he reached their table. Her attention went back to the Cheyenne as Gregory addressed it. "Orca? Been a while since I've seen one of those." she said nodding slowly. "I've been planning to put together something a bit bigger then the BlackFire (Wendigo). But I haven't had the chance to to design anything yet. Besides I hear we have a Mech limit until we reach a higher level of rank. So I guess I still have a bit of time to start saving for parts." Glitch laughed. "This reminds me, if any of you need anything, feel free to run it by me and I’ll see what I can find in the way of prices." Glitch glanced at the door. Still no sign of Nateal.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 8:38 pm
Nateal wandered in with a cigarette in hand smiling. He had taken a gamble playing with the generator. Even in a simulation there was the chance that it could overflow and irradiate the whole machine before going critical. He must have gotten a lucky card. He heard the bunch compairing different mecha models and didn't feel like being the odd man out. "Anyone hear about the new Manthera class?" The manthera was a space class mecha more akin to a battleship than a mech. It was roughly six times larger than the conventional mech and it could run effectavely without a pilot. It's arsenal of weaponry was truely frightening.
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 12:35 am
Zero turned his head slightly as Nateal enter, grinning he said, "The Manthera, huh? I'm sure me and my Monster could give it a run for its money. Size isn't everything you know." He then turned back to Greg, "Even if they still don't produce it, you could probably find enough parts to make one if you know what your doing and what your looking for. And you are supposedly the salvage expert among us, are you not?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2006 7:14 am
Greg looks at Nateal as he talks about Manthera. He quickly look up at the archive he looks up for the mech. "I'm afraid Zero's right, though this mech could beat it given the right weapon and a deadly precission, beside I don't think this type work that good in atmosphere. Looks like a type for zero gravity battle to me. He turned to Zero and checks the Orca's weaponry. "Given the time and parts I should be able to do this. With the training they gave me at the junk's guild I think can share some insight and a 'handbook' if you want too. I have the file on my mech's system. Hey that gives me an idea, you guys are expert pilot right?. Help me with combat and I'll see what I can do with maintanance."
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