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Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
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Posted - 2013.10.19 22:54:00 -
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Jakar walks in, rubbing his head with his gloved hands. He stops for a moment, taking in the restaurant. He fixes the collar on his jacket and takes note of the people inside, his eyes landing on Aztec for a brief moment longer than the others. Seeing the smoker in the Heavy Dropsuit in the corner he takes a seat in the opposite corner, and raises the menu. He ponders the last time he had had a meal like this and comes up almost empty.
"Villore," he mutters to himself. It had been three years ago, a lifetime before the clone soldier program, just before the start of another tour.
As he looks the menu over, he uses his datapad to browse some Gallentean furnishing stores to find some new doors. |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
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Posted - 2013.10.20 02:17:00 -
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After a few minutes, Jakar raises his hand to attract a nearby waitress. When she steps up, Jakar begins his order quietly but loudly enough that she can hear.
"I'd like your Corn Tortilla Chips and Black Bean and Corn Salsa to start. Then I'd like Grilled Maui Maui Tacos followed up by Baked Salmon with rice and beans. I'll take lemonade with the Corn Tortilla Chips and with the Tacos; wine with the Baked Salmon. I'll decide on dessert when I'm done." Jakar watches the girl take his order. She seems a bit inexperienced and novice at the job, but she tries admirably to make a note of it. Jakar nods and smiles approvingly as she walks away with the order then slides his menu to the side.
He looks down at his datapad to the selection of doors. "Hmm... those look nice," he mutters, continuing to scroll through the selection. |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
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Posted - 2013.10.20 12:21:00 -
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Jakar is still looking through options for the double doors when the message arrives from Heathen. He opens it on his datapad and reads it. He makes no motion to indicate the message's contents but returns his own, looking up with his eyes only to notice the waitress returning with his appetizers. "I'm not worried about him, but keep your eyes open. Tell the girls to behave too."
Jakar sends off the message and slides his datapad out of the way as the waitress arrives. He gives a slight bow in his seat. "Thank you."
He dips the tortilla chips in the salsa and begins to enjoy his meal. Every now and then he scrolls through a design or two for the doors. |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
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Posted - 2013.10.21 21:21:00 -
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Jakar receives a message on his Neocom from a mortal associate of his. He reads it as he chews on a chip with salsa on it. As he gets further into the message, his chewing slows, and he gets a dark expression on his face. When he is finished reading the message he returns a message to his associate. "I'm at Aria's."
Jakar finishes the chips, and as the waitress picks up the food, he smiles at her. "Could you please make it two orders of tacos? I have a friend coming to meet me." The waitress nods and scurries off with the dirty dishes.
Jakar looks down at his datapad. "I'll take those ones," he says, placing an order for some double doors and special ordering the engraving for The Second Hex. |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
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Posted - 2013.10.23 11:16:00 -
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A Matari man of Vherokior descent walks into the club not long after jakar responded to the mail on his datapad. Jakar looks at him and tilts his head to indicate to come over and sit down, which he does. The man is mortal and well kempt, wearing a close fitting shirt and cargo pants. He has a low cut and tribal tattoos across his body.
The man looks at Jakar as he sits. Jakar skips straight to business. "What's wrong, Eorlund?"
"Two things. One: Someone's been stealing product."
Jakar takes a sip of his remaining lemonade. "And two?"
Eorlund sighs. "Lia contacted me."
Jakar's eyes narrow immediately and his mood becomes incredibly dark. "Why?"
"She wants in."
"Tell Lia if she wants to talk to me she can contact me," Jakar says simply.
"She said she doesn't think you want to talk to her. She's afraid you might try to kill her."
"I won't try to kill her, I will kill her. How does she know?"
"Well she knows you were alive when I told everyone you'd contact me a couple weeks ago."
"Does she know I'm immortal?"
"No."
"Good. Tell Lia no. If she persists tell her no. If she tries to muscle in, tell me and I'll deal with her and her small time gang personally. If I see Lia herself I'll strap her to the hull of the nearest frigate and get the guy to warp into wormhole space."
"I know we grew up together and everything, but you Gallenteans can be so confusing as a people."
The waitress arrives with the two servings of tacos. She places one in front of Eorlund and one in front of Jakar. As she walks away Jakar looks at Eorlund. "Such is the nature of insanity," Jakar says simply, picking up a taco. |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
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Posted - 2013.10.23 22:01:00 -
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Jakar twitches nervously at CJ's outburst. His hand reaches for the dinner knife, his fingers curling around the cold metal. He releases slowly.
"Old habits?" Eorlund asks.
"And some new ones," Jakar says releasing the knife. "Tell me and about the stolen product." He takes a bite out of his taco.
Eorlund leans forward and begins speaking more softly. "We've been coming up short on Crash and X-Instinct."
Jakar raises an eyebrow. "There was a time in our lives when we dealt with thieves by removing their hands," Jakar says bluntly. "You know who it is?"
"I have an idea," Eorlund says, looking around the restaurant as he eats his taco.
"Is it a cook?"
"Most likely. I've got some guys checking the security footage for proof. I should know within a few hours."
"Contact me when you're sure. I'll make an example of him myself." |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
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Posted - 2013.10.24 21:59:00 -
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Jakar continues to speak with his mortal Matari friend. "How's production otherwise?"
The Matari man, clearly enjoying his taco looks up. "Production is up otherwise. Crystal Egg is up of course. Demand for Drop has increased a bit recently. Frentix production is being maintained, not much increase. Everything else is holding steady."
"Good." Jakar finishes his taco and starts another.
"Never thought you'd go back to dealing."
Jakar's eyes raise to meet Eorlund's sharply. "I use the knowledge I was taught. Are you sticking around? I have other business to deal with when I'm finished here."
"No, but thanks for the tacos. I'll let you know if anything else pops up." Eorlund stands, picking up his last taco and walks out eating it and trying not to let nothing spill.
Jakar finishes his taco and awaits his salmon. |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
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Posted - 2013.10.26 12:09:00 -
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After a few minutes Jakar's Salmon meal finally arrives, the waitress walking swiftly out of the kitchen nervously. He thanks her for the meal and begins to eat his meal. He looks at the time.
"It's getting late," he mutters. Lia pops into his mind again and for a brief moment he grips his knife and fork more tightly. It's a part of his life he wishes he could forget. |
Jakar Umbra
Militaires-Sans-Frontieres
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Posted - 2013.10.29 10:18:00 -
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Jakar finishes his meal in silence. When the waitress inquires about dessert, he tells her that he will have to get some another time. He pays for his lunch, leaving a decent tip for the waitress and gets up to leave pulling on his gloves and sliding his datapad into his jacket pocket. He leaves to go see Demel.
Jakar Umbra, MD; Weapon and Field Medic
Dropship Pilot; Crusher of Snipers // SMG Enthusiast
Matari Supporter
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