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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
365
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Posted - 2015.08.11 03:25:00 -
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Hya'salia wrote:D'weu M+ílilw'yr!! so, straight to the point. a friend of mine has Just opened a Thukker themed Cafe, and has asked me to recommend a few people I may know of. there are two sections, one for the mortals, and another for the immortals( Labeled VIP) if you want to come and enjoy some food, please do, and please keep it down, otherwise; you'd be on the receiving end of a Sigis Slug, annd the bodies are always hard to clean up. that said, here are the coordinates. have fun!!
-Hya'salia
the Tribal Spear.
True to the Minmatar design philosophy, the Cafe had taken a Minimalist yet, homely atmosphere with its Stained dark cherry wood lining the walls and the railing, the entrance floor was directly over another floor, with a set of stairs leading into a second floor below, both places lined with sofas and tables made of a lighter shade of wood than the walls. underneath the second floor was the where the cashiers would calmly take orders of any customers.
the ceiling had been stripped, revealing the bare skeleton of the building for those to see, various charms and light fixtures hung from the piping and the walls, if one where to transcribe the writing, would reveal simple prayers for health and longevity.
However, it is near the back of this calm, and simple cafe, an elevator with the words VIP that stands out.
after boarding the elevator, you are greeted with a bouncer, who will politely ask for your weapons and hidden tools. one obligating to such a request, you are given permission to enter. As the Doors open you are greeted with a simple plague, one that has shown its test of time, the rusted coloring of the metal holds a motto, one respected by nearly most Thukker Tribesmen.
"You are neither Amarr, Caldari, Gallente nor Minmatar as long as you inhabit these premises."
the Immortals section of the Cafe has taken on a more modern approach, its Lavish and spacious decor bear some similarities to Caldarian Interior design, yet the metallic tones that were prevalent were replaced with wooden furniture sourced from the Temperate planets of the Wildlands.
On the far corner of the lounge, a small series of tables and chairs are arranged neatly close to the windows, offering a view of the Space station from where it was located. outside you could be the sparks and the flashes of repair crews welding fresh armor plates to battered vessels, or maintenance drones applying a layer of paint to conceal the battle scars of the vessels past.
to the center, is a large island table, at its center lay a large helping of beverages, both non-alcoholic and alcoholic in nature, teas of various empires and a wide variety of fruit.
you take a seat (anywhere), and immediately a drone appears and addresses you in proper form.
"D'weu, Welcome to the Tribal's Spear, our today's special is a Caldarian dessert of sweet rice with red beans inside coated in Soybean powder, complete with a beverage of your choosing"
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.08.11 03:56:00 -
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Jonny smiled as he read the message on his wristcomp. Been a while since someone opened a new restaurant, he thought as he puffed on a cigar. He heard a scream and looked up from his wrist comp.
"Damn it, Marcy!" Jonny shouted as he got up from his seat. "I said DON'T slice the jugular!" He approached the dangaling man who was covered in cuts and was missing certain appendages. He then drew his ion pistol and put one semi-charged round in between the man's eyes. Looking up at his daughter he could see the look of pur ecstasy in her eyes.
"F*ck you old man, I was just starting to have fun!" She said spitting on him.
Jonny wiped the spit off, holstered his weapon and headed for the door, picking up his coat on the way out. "Clean this **** up Marcy, and message me the report on what he told you. I'm going out for coffee." With that he made his way to the Cafe Hya'salia mentioned in her message.
When he arrived, he took a look around and decided to sit in the immortals section. Once he sat down he ordered a coffee, black no sugar, and began to admire the decor. It wasn't his style or taste, but he felt like it suited the place quite well.
Once he got his coffee, he took out a flask from his jacket pocket and poured a little bit of liquor into his coffee. He took a sip, grimanced, them poured a bit more liquor in it.
I wonder if I can smoke in here he thought.
On the other side of the cafe, he saw a couple mortals giving him a dirty look, he ignored it. He was used to it.
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
367
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Posted - 2015.08.11 14:32:00 -
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"ok, put her through her paces, Issac.... slowly... 2 points starboard on my mark..... Now" Hyasalia commanded to her bridge members. some looked back at her and simply nodded in agreement. she turned to issac and gave him a pat on the shoulder.
"Well... another hard day of work i guess" Issac replied. bags had appeared underneath his eyes. for him and most of hte crew it was the longest time pulling contracts since... a while. with the last one done, he knew that the crew earned a well-deserved leave.
"so, Hya'salia" we got enough to cover the expenses? or..."
"well got enough to live comfortably for a good stretch of time, get the Day and night crew a few days shore leave. afterwards we stock up of supplies for a run at the wildlands... Vacation time" she smiled at the last part. Issac merely nodded in agreement, straightened his posture and made off to convey the news.
As Hya'salia was walking towards the station entrances, she could swear she heard very faintly her crew cheering.
' Ahh.... Soo good to be back' Hya'salia noted, and then decided to make way to her old friend's newer startups. "the Tribal Spear"
Walking in, she heard the faint sounds of the Pii'hotki as a woman faintly sings one fo the ancient folktales she's heard of countless times. "Skymother"
she also saw others of various races, enjoying their food or chatting it up with a few of the employees.
"heh, at least its off to a good start" Hya'salia noted, as she made her way to the elevator.
after depositing her Sigis in the care of the bouncer, she made her way to the immortal's room, where the first thing she saw was a familiar face, the immortals favorite drunk... having a coffee.
"D'weu, Buelle, how is everything so far??" Hya'salia piped up, as she took a seat in the island table.
"one estikin hubra, please" Hya'salia said, referring to an Amarrian Tea that she had been introduced to by Issac. though reluctant at first, she had started to enjoy it due to its supposed rejuvenating qualities
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2015.08.11 22:09:00 -
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((Reserved))
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
367
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Posted - 2015.08.12 01:54:00 -
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'ahh too late' Hya'salia thought right after taking her third sip. she heard the sudden gasps of both a man and a woman near the entrance and looked to whoever it was .
no mistaking the female; her "Sister", Satja. her face brightened considerably, then noted the awkward atmosphere her and the man next to her.
Satja Askarin. she met her during a job that also had her Master; a man Hya'salia only refers to as "Adamance", though only calling him that because of their extensive history as Clone Soldiers. Aside being paired up for various missions, she never had the opportunity to speak with him. in the back of her mind she could recall moments where she wanted to break the ice and just chat, to no avail. most times the man was a devout practitioner of his faith, something which would clearly be at odds with her people, If she was affiliated with the other tribes rather than that of the Thukker.
which is why she felt a pang of Deja Vu when she saw Satja alongside an Amarrian.there was no mistaking the facial structure of a true blood.
But try as she might, she could not put a finger as to who he was. his features looked more.... relaxed than any other Amarrian she knew of.
When she saw them take a seat near the windows facing the docks. normally she'd let them be, but this was a momentous occasion. she quickly got up and walked over to Satja.
"Li'b achwio Satja, D'weu " Hyasalia said to Satja, with a simple smile. |
Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.08.12 02:00:00 -
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"Junko!" Jonny said with a grin, raising his coffee cup. "Good to see you! Everything is fine!"
He looked into his coffee cup and realized he was out. He placed the cup down and ordered another. As he waited he heard footsteps followed by a slight gasp. He turned to see Kador and Satja walking into the Immortal's section of the cafe. His grin widened as he saw them sit together.
"My, my, I think Kador looks a bit different, don't you think Junko? Something about him is different."
A moment later his second cup of coffee was served, into which he poured a bit more liquor from his flask, hoping no one would notice.
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
367
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Posted - 2015.08.12 02:05:00 -
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'ahh too late' Hya'salia thought right after taking her third sip. she heard the sudden gasps of both a man and a woman near the entrance and looked to whoever it was.
One of the various skills she had in her disposal was her ability to gauge the sounds in the enviroment. As a dropship pilot, she needed to pinpoint the type of weapon that was being fired upon her, be it forge or swarm launchers or even a tank round. As a logistics operator, she needed to listen for any breathing coming from a wounded soldier, or if any bones were broken when diagnosis.
so there was no mistaking a male and female's voices, and as she turned to confirm her suspisions, there was no mistaking the female; her "Sister", Satja. her face brightened considerably, then noted the awkward atmosphere her and the man next to her.
Satja Askarin. she met her during a job that also had her Master; a man Hya'salia only refers to as "Adamance", though only calling him that because of their extensive history as Clone Soldiers. Aside being paired up for various missions, she never had the opportunity to speak with him. in the back of her mind she could recall moments where she wanted to break the ice and just chat, to no avail. most times the man was a devout practitioner of his faith, something which would clearly be at odds with her people, If she was affiliated with the other tribes rather than that of the Thukker.
which is why she felt a pang of Deja Vu when she saw Satja alongside an Amarrian.there was no mistaking the facial structure of a true blood.
But try as she might, she could not put a finger as to who he was. his features looked more.... relaxed than any other Amarrian she knew of.
Jonny D Buelle wrote:"Junko!" Jonny said with a grin, raising his coffee cup. "Good to see you! Everything is fine!"
He looked into his coffee cup and realized he was out. He placed the cup down and ordered another. As he waited he heard footsteps followed by a slight gasp. He turned to see Kador and Satja walking into the Immortal's section of the cafe. His grin widened as he saw them sit together.
"My, my, I think Kador looks a bit different, don't you think Junko? Something about him is different."
A moment later his second cup of coffee was served, into which he poured a bit more liquor from his flask, hoping no one would notice.
" ahh nice, nice. who, Adamance?" it seemed like Jonny had the same suspicions as she did. nonetheless she shrugged and took another sip.
"must be someone else i'd reckon. truth be told my accuracy is failing a bit lately, hows marcy?" |
Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.08.12 02:25:00 -
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Jonny's grin faded from his face. And he looked at the coffee mixed with liquor in his cup, he downed the whole thing and ordered another. "Truth be told, I don't know, one minute she follows my orders without question. The next she tries to kill me, and that's just when we are on a job."
His third cup of coffee was served, he didn't add any liquor to it this time. "What's worse is that when we arnt on the job, she refuses to talk to me. Hell I even went as far as getting Cale to talk to her, but that only got his clone terminated. And mine to... And... Well let's just say we are still cleaning up the mess."
He then took a sip of his coffee. He then slipped some liquor into his coffee and said loudly enough for Satja and Kador to hear, "So hows ol' Issac these days?"
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
442
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Posted - 2015.08.12 03:11:00 -
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Galm looked like hell as his resounding mundane and non-augmented eyes pieced back at his reflection in his datapad through the grey tint of his aviators. They squinted harshly, struggling to read the blurry words before him in the dim light of his fledgling war barge. He had been on constant deployment for the week, ferrying equipment from system to system across Black Rise in a desperate effort to meet the demand placed by the sudden success of the State Peacekeepers. His ship was a loud, cramped place more akin to a galactic recreational vehicle than a warship and the relentless hammering of the mobile replication lab had kept him from sleeping for several days now. Not that sleep was a requirement for him, but the option was always thoroughly appreciated in the past.
He reached up to rub his temples, waiting for the telltale squirming beneath the surface that hinted at the madness that writhed within. But there was nothing, only the persistent throbbing that had been there for weeks now. He grinned in self satisfaction, hoping he had finally gained some level of control over his psychosis. He may look rugged, unshaven and scarred from backbreaking labor in between combat deployments, but that was all superficial. It was a badge of honor that could be washed away in a moment, and despite his growing migraine he felt far more pride in himself than he had in an age. Despite the pain, sleep deprivation, and mild hangover, it was shaping up to be a wonderful day.
Besides, he had just received an invitation from a former comrade.
The jump to Minmatar space and subsequent rotation planetside may have seemed somewhat drastic to a man not familiar with Hya'salia's cooking but for Galm it seemed like a perfectly reasonable excuse to distance himself from the calamity of war for a few precious hours. Besides, the opening of a new restaurant by a woman like Junko would almost certainly herald the gathering of some of the clusters more interesting mercenaries. Whether or not this was a good thing had yet to be seen, but Fae was certain it would at least be worth the journey.
He eyed the sign outfront of the VIP section for several seconds, his hands tucked tightly into his bomber jacket as the words settled with him.
"You are neither Amarr, Caldari, Gallente nor Minmatar as long as you inhabit these premises."
The concept felt completely alien to Fae, but given the pattern that most conversations between immortals seemed to take without such restriction he felt obliged to mentally agree to the terms posted before entering. He took a seat at the nearest raised stool, eyeing the service drone uncomfortably as it made its rounds until at last it found its way to the halfbreed.
"D'weu, Welcome to the Tribal's Spear, our today's special is a Caldarian dessert of sweet rice with red beans inside coated in Soybean powder, complete with a beverage of your choosing!"
"W--" Galm stammered before clearing his throat, "What, like mochi? Ugh, yeah, yes, I'll have some of those. I'd also like a cup of smoked tea if you have any."
He scanned the bar, making awkward eye contact with the occupants for a brief moment before returning to the drone.
"Actually, swap that tea with a matari mojito... And best you just keep those coming once I'm done with one."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Killer of Snowfall Station--
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
61
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Posted - 2015.08.12 03:12:00 -
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Satja visibly twitched at the mention of the True Amarr member of Junko's crew, craning her neck around so she could glare and Jonny for several seconds before returning back to the menu. She only looked up when she felt a tap on her shoulder and looked up to see Kador with a defeated smile across his features gesturing that they should join the other two.
Compared to how he had been months ago the young Udorian certainly looked more at ease than ever though he still hadn't quite gotten past that intense brooding look that sometimes though he did laugh a more than he once had. She sometimes suspected that this was more the person he'd been before the Palas, perhaps even becoming and immortal.
She considered protesting but in the end capitulated gathering a chair from one of the other tables on her way across and taking a seat next to Junko while Kador settled down in another chair on the other side.
"Hya'salia!" She said warmly turning to face the Matari woman. "It's been too long. How are you?......"
She glanced side ways at Kador who appeared to still be appreciating the restaurant's aesthetic. "...how is Isaac? It's been so long since you last wrote a journal entry. The community was thinking you'd gone dark on them."
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
369
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Posted - 2015.08.12 03:43:00 -
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Jonny D Buelle wrote:Jonny's grin faded from his face. And he looked at the coffee mixed with liquor in his cup, he downed the whole thing and ordered another. "Truth be told, I don't know, one minute she follows my orders without question. The next she tries to kill me, and that's just when we are on a job."
His third cup of coffee was served, he didn't add any liquor to it this time. "What's worse is that when we arnt on the job, she refuses to talk to me. Hell I even went as far as getting Cale to talk to her, but that only got his clone terminated. And mine to... And... Well let's just say we are still cleaning up the mess."
He then took a sip of his coffee. He then slipped some liquor into his coffee and said loudly enough for Satja and Kador to hear, "So hows ol' Issac these days?"
"Busy" Hya'salia replied, downing the rest of her tea. she looked at the cup for a bit and then ordered a Quafe.
"well the both of us, since he is my second in command when we are in the Se'terra. i'd imagine he's off finishing the last of hte nessecary paperwork before we can finally grab some R&R in my homeworld." Hya'salia replied, answering jonny's question.
Satja Askarin wrote:
"Hya'salia!" She said warmly turning to face the Matari woman. "It's been too long. How are you?......"
She glanced side ways at Kador who appeared to still be appreciating the restaurant's aesthetic. "...how is Isaac? It's been so long since you last wrote a journal entry. The community was thinking you'd gone dark on them."[/i]
hearing Satja's voice, from so close, Hya'salia turned and smiled.
"Satja!!" without a moments hesitation, she stood up and gave her a warm hug as if they were close relatives.
"its been soo long, aahh and how you've matured" Hya'salia noted, giving her the once over. indeed she had matured, she was no longer the scared slave she first saw, but Standing tall among the immortals.
her chest is also noticeably bigger.
"ahh Issac is attending to some business in the Se'terra, after that is a little R&R " Hyasalia said, taking a seat next to her.
soon afterwards a cold bottle of quafe was delivered from the drone, grabbing it and popping the top off, she took a decent gulp, admiring the fizzy liquid cooling her mouth.
"as for the journal... well my home system came down with some weird outbreak, i was among one of the infected so i had to stop for a while and recover, and after that, Ishukone had a large queue of deliveries and contracts and before i knew it...!" hya'salia said as she recalled the past events as best she could. |
True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2015.08.12 22:37:00 -
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Satja returned Hya'salia's warm embrace eagerly, it was kind and accepting in a way Satja supposed might exist between real sisters reunited after a long period of time, pressing in close to her. When they sat back down she continued asking questions about the home system and the Ishukone deliveries in and excited tone, clearly enjoying the stories from on board the Se'terra. They chatted quietly for several minutes until Kador saw his opportunity to interject, nudging her shoulder insistently.
"Oh.... of course Ka." She squeaked rather excitably pulling the Udorian who was leaning back comfortably in his chair closer to the table. She eyed Jonny warily as if wait for some kind of comment before turning her attentions back to Junko. "I know you've already met a few times but....that was for work...so....um..."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Junko....properly this time." He said leaning across the table offering her his hand. "I hope we can also be friends, Satja admittedly hasn't introduced me to many of her's yet. But please, if you could, just call me Kador or even Tem...."
He suddenly remembered the plaque, the faintest hint of a wry smile playing across his features.
"....maybe just Ouryon then."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
372
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Posted - 2015.08.13 06:03:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:Satja returned Hya'salia's warm embrace eagerly, it was kind and accepting in a way Satja supposed might exist between real sisters reunited after a long period of time, pressing in close to her. When they sat back down she continued asking questions about the home system and the Ishukone deliveries in and excited tone, clearly enjoying the stories from on board the Se'terra. They chatted quietly for several minutes until Kador saw his opportunity to interject, nudging her shoulder insistently.
"Oh.... of course Ka." She squeaked rather excitably pulling the Udorian who was leaning back comfortably in his chair closer to the table. She eyed Jonny warily as if wait for some kind of comment before turning her attentions back to Junko. "I know you've already met a few times but....that was for work...so....um..."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Junko....properly this time." He said leaning across the table offering her his hand. "I hope we can also be friends, Satja admittedly hasn't introduced me to many of her's yet. But please, if you could, just call me Kador or even Tem...."
He suddenly remembered the plaque, the faintest hint of a wry smile playing across his features.
"....maybe just Ouryon then."
Hya'salia blinked for a second, caught off not by the gesture of an amarrian, more as who the man was. while outside she still had a small, eccentric smile. inside she was surprised.
Ouryon Kador, Templar Adamance.
'so Thats how it is' she thought. but the thought whittled away as she took his hand, shaking it firmly.
"well then, D'weu Ouryon-Ka, Vinta'koa hoiigu Ar'myj Satja, at'kea wy'narii" she spoke in her Thukker Dialect.
"hopefully that makes us friends, Ouryon." Hya'salia said, as she raised her bottle to him. " so... one thing though, and apologies in advance; is she considered.... well..umm you know... freed? or is that for when you two get married?"
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.08.13 06:15:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:Satja returned Hya'salia's warm embrace eagerly, it was kind and accepting in a way Satja supposed might exist between real sisters reunited after a long period of time, pressing in close to her. When they sat back down she continued asking questions about the home system and the Ishukone deliveries in and excited tone, clearly enjoying the stories from on board the Se'terra. They chatted quietly for several minutes until Kador saw his opportunity to interject, nudging her shoulder insistently.
"Oh.... of course Ka." She squeaked rather excitably pulling the Udorian who was leaning back comfortably in his chair closer to the table. She eyed Jonny warily as if wait for some kind of comment before turning her attentions back to Junko. "I know you've already met a few times but....that was for work...so....um..."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Junko....properly this time." He said leaning across the table offering her his hand. "I hope we can also be friends, Satja admittedly hasn't introduced me to many of her's yet. But please, if you could, just call me Kador or even Tem...."
He suddenly remembered the plaque, the faintest hint of a wry smile playing across his features.
"....maybe just Ouryon then."
Jonny's jaw dropped and hung there for a bit. Then he rose to his feet with a massive grin on his face. Walking up to Kador he ordered, very loudly: "Two of your finest Matari Ales for me and my good friend here!"
As the beers were served, Jonny thrust one into Kadors hand, slapped him on the back and said "I didn't think you had it in you! I'm so proud of you, Ka" he then raised his beer to toast Kador and downed it in one go and ordered another round.
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
104
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Posted - 2015.08.13 23:08:00 -
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Thal steps into the Tribal Spear. Dressed in his normal dark robes with his uniform underneath. He had just come from crusading, and he was exhausted. His blade had hewed a dozen Brutor warriors, his flaylock blasting scores of Matari soldiers. He sighed, wondering how long he'd have to do this. He steps up to the bar, trying to hide himself under his robes, not wanting to be noticed at once, he had seen the sign out front, but he didn't believe it. He quietly whispers to the bartender for an iced tea, sitting quietly as his drink is delivered.
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
65
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Posted - 2015.08.14 00:37:00 -
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The two seemed to share an incredulous moment, his clear green eyes meeting her own violet-grey, leaving an awkward silence to hang between the small group of patrons. How the conversation had suddenly leapt from Kador's polite introductions to both Jonny and Hya'salia to marriage of all things she did not know. The concept was so inconceivable.
They'd only some months ago.... effectuated their relationship and she still remained a slave for the foreseeable future.
"No! No! No! Hold on a second Hya'salia.....we just.... I mean we're just 'together', okay." She replied stammering back and explanation she hoped did not sound as inappropriate as she thought it did and trying not to blush. " Nothing's really changed..... we're still trying to adjust to this being a public thing. I mean hell we still haven't figured out how to explain this to my Holder..... or my parents. Ka..."
She glanced over to Kador who, offering a quiet grunt of thanks to Jonny, had gratefully tipped back his pint of ale and was taking long draughts from the glass to avoid having to address the conversation directly. From her seat next to him she could see colour in his sun-bronzed cheeks, the slight beginnings of a scowl, and the same thoughtful lines appearing over his brow.
Rather than say anything she jabbed her below into his ribs at the same time Jonny slapped him on the back causing him to double up coughing, the Matari alcohol bubbling dangerously to the lip of the glass.
"It's not an ideal situation." It took several moments before Kador could speak in between laboured breaths. He shifted in his seat so that he could lean on the table and allow Satja to slip out of her tan sleeveless jacket. "...but we're doing our best to make it work."
"I've not heard any complaints from you." She reminded him pointedly leaning across to take a sip from his glass, and exaggerated look of mild distaste directed as Jonny as if to ask what he saw in the amber liquid.
"That's because I have none Little One."
She loved hearing those words. Almost three years on since she'd met the man in a faceless combat clone she'd known him to be troubled by many things, but now the fact that the nature of their relationship was out in the open and no longer one of them was a great weight off both their shoulders.
"Chosen anything yet?" Kador mumbled absently flicking through the holographic 'pages' of the menu casting appreciative emerald eyes over the vast selection of sea foods. From this angle, with that expression, she sometimes thought he could have passed as a Gallentean holostar.
"Mmmm.....you....". You choose was what she'd meant to say. She was still day dreaming.
"One the menu I mean." He chided her using a sarcastic tone that was neither venomous nor cutting.
She snapped out of her personal revere, cheeks burning. She deserved it though, she berated herself internally cursing the tall Udorian next to her. Unable to meet the gaze of any of the others at the table she slumped against the table top and buried her head in her arms allowing the long dark curls to splay across the table.
"Just get me anything you choose." She mumbled back.
"Okay. We'll have the Grilled Rockjaw in peach and pepper sauce, the Charisoco served with fruited rice, some flat bread, and can I have one of those fried Choupan's with that liquor it comes with?"
((For reference his name is Kador Ouryon not the other way around. Confusing I know because Kador is an heir family name..... in this context it's my character's first name. A mistake I made a long time ago and didn't realise until the character had become near and dear and I couldn't bare to change it.))
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
373
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Posted - 2015.08.14 01:33:00 -
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Satja Askarin wrote:[i]The two seemed to share an incredulous moment, his clear green eyes meeting her own violet-grey, leaving an awkward silence to hang between the small group of patrons. How the conversation had suddenly leapt from Kador's polite introductions to both Jonny and Hya'salia to marriage of all things she did not know. The concept was so inconceivable.
They'd only some months ago.... effectuated their relationship and she still remained a slave for the foreseeable future.
"No! No! No! Hold on a second Hya'salia.....we just.... I mean we're just 'together', okay." She replied stammering back and explanation she hoped did not sound as inappropriate as she thought it did and trying not to blush. " Nothing's really changed..... we're still trying to adjust to this being a public thing. I mean hell we still haven't figured out how to explain this to my Holder..... or my parents. Ka..."
She glanced over to Kador who, offering a quiet grunt of thanks to Jonny, had gratefully tipped back his pint of ale and was taking long draughts from the glass to avoid having to address the conversation directly. From her seat next to him she could see colour in his sun-bronzed cheeks, the slight beginnings of a scowl, and the same thoughtful lines appearing over his brow.
Rather than say anything she jabbed her below into his ribs at the same time Jonny slapped him on the back causing him to double up coughing, the Matari alcohol bubbling dangerously to the lip of the glass.
"It's not an ideal situation." It took several moments before Kador could speak in between laboured breaths. He shifted in his seat so that he could lean on the table and allow Satja to slip out of her tan sleeveless jacket. "...but we're doing our best to make it work."
"I've not heard any complaints from you." She reminded him pointedly leaning across to take a sip from his glass, and exaggerated look of mild distaste directed as Jonny as if to ask what he saw in the amber liquid.
"That's because I have none Little One."
((For reference his name is Kador Ouryon not the other way around. Confusing I know because Kador is an heir family name..... in this context it's my character's first name. A mistake I made a long time ago and didn't realise until the character had become near and dear and I couldn't bare to change it.))
Hya'salia listened intently, as the two looked visibly shaken by her little idea of a joke, inside she wondered if she had taken it too far, something of a flaw in her way of thinking, or perhaps its natural for her?
But as she observed the two of them, with Satja lumping over the table(most likely blaming herself or something akin to embarrassment while Ouryon checks through the menu after choking through matari liquor, she simply nodded.
'yeah, they are definitely going to get married, but i guess later ,when time permits it' she thought
"Hey, dont worry Satja, you two will make it work, if it takes a while longer then so be it." she said politely as she gently shook Satja's shoulder. she brought her bottle to her lips and realized she already drank through her quafe. Ordering another one she leaned back and as a fresh bottle was delivered to her hands, she smiled a bit more.
"besides, you two aren't the only one's i've seen with this kind of predicament" Taking a drink she then set the bottle on the table and looked at them in a reassuring manner.
"definitely not the only ones" a voice said, coming from the entrance, dressed in traditional black business attire, with a simple ponytail to keep her black hair in check, a Caldarian woman with sharp features approached the group holding a small number of datapads.
"Jun-mai, its been a while, loved what you did to this place" Hya'salia said with a small chuckle, raising her hand to her good friend, the owner of the Tribal Spear.
"no, if it wasn't for your father, this idea wouldn't have gotten off the ground. its already proving to be a larg-" Jun-mai stopped as she noticed the others in the group, other cloned soldiers have taken various seats, and the simple drone she programmed to serve as a waiter of sorts has been working quite well.
"Kyoko, you forgot the flashy introductions" Hya'salia grinned, part of an inside joke between the two, Kyoko gave a small glare her way.
" ahh forgive me for my rashness, I am Kyoko Jun-mai, the proprietress of this establishment and a former capsuleer." she spoke while bowing politely.
"though im certain the capsuleer part still applies?" Hya'salia asked, to which Kyoko retorted.
"as much as your claims of being "Semi-retired" hold any merit"
" depends on the job" Hya'salia replied, taking another sip of the Quafe, she noticed the Datapads Kyoko was holding and saw the Ishukone logo on one of them. |
Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
105
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Posted - 2015.08.14 02:25:00 -
[18] - Quote
Thal heard many voices as he sat. His brother in arms, Kador Ouryon and his lover Satja. Two people very close to him in his heart. In the past weeks, Thal had grown to see Kador as more then a fellow Templar, but a close friend. He sighed at the third voice. Junko. He both hated and loved the voice. He had tried to bury his feelings for her, but he never could. He resolved to keep her as he had many others he had felt strongly for, as a friend to watch over. He pulled down his hood, and nodded to Kador and Satja.
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2015.08.14 03:12:00 -
[19] - Quote
Kador grinned as he noticed Thal remove his hood and excused himself politely from the conversation, taking the half finished glass of Matari ale with him. He nodded courteously to Ms Jun-mai as he did wandered over to the other table offering Thal a knowing smirk.
"Ashaltiasten Thal." Said warmly dropping down into one of the seats opposite the long haired man. Despite his broad shouldered and muscular build the naturally almost-seven-foot-tall Templar dominated the booth in sheer presence alone.
"Fancy meeting you here......"He continued leaving the rather obvious implication hanging between them.
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Thal Vadam
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
105
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Posted - 2015.08.14 03:24:00 -
[20] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:Kador grinned as he noticed Thal remove his hood and excused himself politely from the conversation, taking the half finished glass of Matari ale with him. He nodded courteously to Ms Jun-mai as he did wandered over to the other table offering Thal a knowing smirk.
"Ashaltiasten Thal." Said warmly dropping down into one of the seats opposite the long haired man. Despite his broad shouldered and muscular build the naturally almost-seven-foot-tall Templar dominated the booth in sheer presence alone.
"Fancy meeting you here......"He continued leaving the rather obvious implication hanging between them.
Thal smiled a little " Ashalaitasten Kador...."
He looked around the place. It was nice, especially considering it was a place for his kind. He'd spent too long among prideful Holders and arrogant Capsuleers. He took one glance at Junko
"...I suppose I just wanted to be among other soldiers... No more bastard Capsuleers today..."
"I am your instrument my Lord, point me to the foes of our Empire." Thal's prayer after becoming a Immortal
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.08.14 03:47:00 -
[21] - Quote
Jonny noticed Junko's friend, Kyoko, and couldn't help but stare. He had never before meet a Caldari woman he found attractive. He had to have her.
He turned to the drone waiter and quickly ordered a shot of whiskey, downed it, then smoothed hisbhair and straightened his coat. He also went as far as taking off his aviators, revealing a pair of dark blue eyes.
He walked up to Kyoko, smiled and said, "Mrs Jun-Mai, you have a created a lovely establishment. The atmosphere is so rich and vibrant. However the beauty of this place dulls in comparison to yourself.
"Oh, where are my manners," he said, extending his hand, "Jonny Demetrious Buelle."
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
447
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Posted - 2015.08.14 08:09:00 -
[22] - Quote
By now Galm was finishing off his fourth mochi and was looking at the bottom of his third mojito that night. The atmosphere of the bar was pleasant enough, and though he urged himself not to eavesdrop it seemed like his fellow immortals were having a grand time of the bar's launch. Galm gave only a grunt of affirmation to himself when he overheard the conversation between Kador and the young Satja.
So the choir boy is doing well for himself? Good, good for him.
He considered, for a moment or two, turning around to offer a toast in celebration or at the very least acknowledge the immortal since their mission in Snowfall but... The time wasn't right. He suspected that neither was willing to mention what they had set in motion, not in the least in the presence of his Matari cohort.
Whatever.
He picked up his fifth rice cake as he waited for the liquor-bot to make it's rounds once again, eager for another drink to wash down the sickeningly sweet bean past and his own bittersweet memories. Maybe he should... Make conversation? It had been a while since he'd gotten a drink with others. Snowfall didn't count, he was just playing the role that he needed to fill. Pixy was outgoing in front of others, and didn't mind butting into other's conversations for the sake of his own self importance.
Galm on the other hand was a mystery to himself. He supposed if anyone could grant insight into his character it would be Niina, but she had found herself traveling on business once again and Fae had been unwilling to bother her with an invitation into Minmatar space. Not that he needed Niina to have fun anyway.
I'm serious, he told himself, I don't need them to have a good time without making an ass of myself. I don't need Niina, I don't need Morgan, and I don't need frakking Mobius.
His fourth drink arrived just in time for him to chase the thought down. With a deep sight he picked up the lime garnish on top and slipped the whole rind into his mouth, his teeth grinding on the raw peel. He sat there grimacing at his table, staring at his plate until a young woman took a seat next to him. She tilted her head and smiled cheerfully, her face hidden behind a large pair of designer shutter shades.
"This spot taken handsome?"
Galm sneered painfully, swallowing the lime wedge on reflex as he recoiled at her voice. It was piercing but damnably familiar to the point that he instantly knew that he had made a mistake coming here.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," he sighed, sliding his mochi plate to the girl next to him as she broke out into a series of snorty giggles and claimed one for herself. Her nose crinkled ever so slightly as the young miss Eskola-Fae pulled of her glass so her eyes met Galm's.
"What, you aren't excited I'm here? Is there a girl in the bathroom you were about to bring back to your warship? Did I **** block you? I'm so sorry!"
"Niina, I look like ****."
"Galm," her voice adding a matter-of-fact emphasis, "There is very little you could do to yourself th--"
"No, no, Niina, you're a businesswoman now. You don't wanna be seen with your beatneck husband in a bar for soldiers. Besides, you're suppose to be on business!"
"Galm," that matter-of-fact tone growing even more bold, "Maybe you've forgotten but you made me one of you guys. I was invited here as a fellow immortal, and I came. And maybe you've forgotten, but we also have a secondary storehouse that we use for weapon replication on a Boundless station. I am here on business, and I'm meeting with my clients. You know, the big scary soldiers that might buy our weapons. Now shut up, arvumaa, you're whole image problem isn't sexy at all."
Galm groaned loud enough to carry through the bar, clearing the desert off his plate and using the saucer as a mirror to fix his hair before adjusting his posture and shooting a pained glance at Niina. She looked different now than when they first met. She was slightly taller now and more... Full? Her tattoos were also absent, along with her heterochromia and the bulk of the genetic illnesses she had since birth. Her body was still unmistakable Niina, but far more dignified and beautiful than when he first caught glimpse of her. He didn't think it could be possible, but she somehow made herself even more gorgeous.
Ironic, considering how amendment she was that Galm never made and rash cosmetic adjustments to his own clone.
"So... What would you have me tell the booze-droid my dear?"
"Have them bring me an Amarr Victor. And so help me ancestors, if it isn't mixed right I'm going to get behind that counter and make it my own gods damned self."
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Killer of Snowfall Station--
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Robert Conway
Concordiat Mercenaries
537
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Posted - 2015.08.15 20:47:00 -
[23] - Quote
As Joshua Conway awoke in his leisure clone, he heard her voice.
GÇ£So what do you want to do today?GÇ¥ asked Adenine
GÇ£Well we could catch another Thukker Caravan. Those pancakes of theirs were pretty good. What do you say?GÇ¥ replied Josh.
GǣThey were good. ButGǪ. I felt like everyone there was staring at us. Like they had never seen an immortal before.Gǥ
GÇ£Oh come on, you are just imagining things. But if you donGÇÖt want to go thatGÇÖs fine. We could stay in station and watch some movies. WeGÇÖd only have to kill a couple days before we head back to Gallentean space.GÇ¥
GÇ£BlekGǪ I want to go have fun. This is as close to a vacation as weGÇÖve gotten for a while. Accepting contract, chasing leads, killing pirates, plus some other stuff in between. Look, I want to find her as much as you do, but I also want to forget my nightmares, even for a just few hours.GÇ¥
Josh sighed. GÇ£Alright, what did you have in mind?GÇ¥
GǣWellGǪ. I was snooping through your chat room logs and IGǪGǥ
GÇ£YOU WHAT?!GÇ¥
GÇ£Oh relax. You sure do have some interesting conversations with some interesting characters. A Pixy Highball? A DeathGÇÖs Door? That is some serious ****, Josh. I think I need to talk to you later about that,GÇ¥ she said with a concerned face. GÇ£Anyway, I saw a thread about this new caf+¬ opening up called the Tribal Spear. ItGÇÖs immortal friendly and in our area. So, can we go? Please?GÇ¥
GǣUghGǪ.Gǥ
GÇ£PLEEEAAASSSEEEEE!!!!!GÇ¥
GÇ£Yes, yes, yes! Fine! Go grab your coat and your Ion Pistol,GÇ¥ caved in Josh doing the same.
Before leaving he grabbed a pair of glasses and a watch. Lastly, he put a small headset in his right ear.
As the pair left the station quarters Josh spoke into the headset.
GÇ£Irina, get a shuttle ready with the coordinates to the Tribal Spear,GÇ¥ commanded Josh.
GÇ£Yes, sir. I see you two are finally going out to have some fun,GÇ¥ replied JoshGÇÖs A.I.
GÇ£No, Irina, IGÇÖll probably be the only one having fun. HeGÇÖll probably be worried about an impending attack the whole time,GÇ¥ laughed Adenine.
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The flight was short but nauseating. Josh never felt safe in Minmatar ships. He always feared they would break apart mid-flight.
GÇ£For the love of GodGǪ IGÇÖm glad the duct tape held together,GÇ¥ he said.
As they approached the establishment Adenine had a large smile on her face, while Josh had a grimace. He kept wondering just how GÇÿimmortal friendlyGÇÖ this place was.
The interior was nice, but nowhere near as nice as some places near his home in Gallentean space. But nevertheless, his grimace disappeared. The Caldari and Minmatar influences in the place somehow blended so well, and it felt very home-ie, and comforting. One thing bothered him though, and he went up to the mortal bartender.
GÇ£UhmGǪ excuse me. IGÇÖm sorry to bother you, butGǪ. Where are all the other immortals?GÇ¥ he said meekly.
The bartender smiled and shook his head as he pointed to the elevator doors in the back of the caf+¬.
GǣOhGǪ Thank you,Gǥ said Josh with an embarrassed look on his face.
The two made their way to the elevator and were stopped by the bouncer.
GÇ£Evening folks. IGÇÖm going to have to ask you both for your Ion Pistols,GÇ¥ said the bouncer pointing to their weapons.
GÇ£What? Why? How am I supposed to know that someone in there who might have a grudge against me doesnGÇÖt have a weapon!GÇ¥ said Josh in a stern voice.
The bouncer smiled and shook his head, opening up the small armory of other guestsGÇÖ weapons for Josh to see.
GÇ£OhGǪ. Thank you,GÇ¥ said Josh, handing over his and AdenineGÇÖs pistols, firmly placing his face in his palm.
GÇ£ItGÇÖs ok,GÇ¥ said Adenine to the bouncer laughing hysterically. GÇ£IGÇÖll take care of him.GÇ¥
Josh used the elevator ride down to the VIP room to recoup and pull himself together.
GÇ£You owe me for this, Adi.GÇ¥
GÇ£I know, thank you. Just try to relax and have fun.GÇ¥
As the doors slid open, he saw many faces. None that he knew, of course, due to the fact that if he HAD seen them, they had a grey fetus face at the time.
Josh tapped on his glasses, activating a small camera in them. GÇ£Irina, whoGÇÖs here?GÇ¥
Irina activated her facial recognition software, cross-referencing the faces to pictures on the Net.
GǣIt seems there are four immortals here whom you have spoken to, one of which you encountered personally,Gǥ reported Irina. GǣNames you would recognize, True Adamance, Galm Fae, and Hunter Junko who recently suggested your last visit to a Thukker Caravan. The last is Jonny D Buelle, whom you encountered duringGǪ.Gǥ
GÇ£Thank you, Irina,GÇ¥ said Josh, cutting off Irina on the last person.
AdenineGÇÖs eyes opened. GÇ£Wait, Jonny? IsnGÇÖt he the one you met duringGǪGÇ¥
GǣYesGǪGǥ
GÇ£And didnGÇÖt he and his team captureGǪGÇ¥
GÇ£Yes!GÇ¥
GÇ£And didnGÇÖt his daughterGǪGÇ¥
GÇ£YES, ADENINE! YESSSSSSS! Now enough!GÇ¥ said Josh, visibly disturbed as he recalled what happened.
GÇ£Sorry. LetGÇÖs go get a drink.GÇ¥
The two made their way over to the bar where Galm was sitting with another female, whom he could only guess was his wife Niina.
Galm Fae wrote:"So... What would you have me tell the booze-droid my dear?"
Niina Fae wrote:"Have them bring me an Amarr Victor. And so help me ancestors, if it isn't mixed right I'm going to get behind that counter and make it my own gods damned self."
"I'll have the same," said Adenine to the droid, smiling at Niina.
"And give me a smooth Spiced Rum and Quafe please," said Josh. "Galm, oyin hova nahui uka. (Galm, its good to see you.) Adenine, this is Galm Fae and his wife Niina, if I am correct. We've never met in person, but we've had a few conversations in some chat rooms on the Net."
Josh extended his hand towards Galm
Yassavi Approved. -Aero Yassavi
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2015.08.16 03:30:00 -
[24] - Quote
Thal Vadam wrote:
Thal smiled a little " Ashalaitasten Kador...."
He looked around the place. It was nice, especially considering it was a place for his kind. He'd spent too long among prideful Holders and arrogant Capsuleers. He took one glance at Junko.
"...I suppose I just wanted to be among other soldiers... No more bastard Capsuleers today..."
Kador shrugged ambivalently clapping the heavy set Templar on the shoulder as if to reassure him that perhaps somehow this place might be different. He well knew Thal had spent much of his time amongst the regional holders in the galactic east of the Empire, their territories bordering on the low security regions of Devoid and The Bleak Lands.
For all their nobility and graces Kador misliked Holders and their ilk, he could rightly understand why their politics and machinations might have upset a traditionalist soldier like those who comprised the Vadam family.
"Then forget them brother the Empire won't fall apart while I buy you a drink." He said jokingly, gesturing for the deceptively older warrior to follow him back to the tables. " Or do you feel like nursing that broken heart some more? Come on over and sit with us."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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sir RAVEN WING
Vader's-Fist
4
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Posted - 2015.08.17 04:45:00 -
[25] - Quote
Viktor was laying in his rather confining resting area when he received a poorly timed Neocom message from his favourite Matari immortal, Hya'salia, about some new joint called The Tribal Spear.
Viktor let out an irritated grunt before rising, forgetting about the metal above his head and paying in pain as his head slammed against the metal that surrounded his bedding on all sides with the exception of his left, which is where he exited and entered the bedding.
"Argh, too used to the old home..." He sighed, remembering his old quarters, consisting of an open bed with silk pillows and a bar of his own. He missed the old place, but ever since the incident, he could not return.
"Well, it looks as if I have somewhere to go now, perhaps..." He started thinking. "Well, I better get ready."
Viktor began to dress himself, black cargo jeans, a dark blue shirt, and the orange and black jacket given to him by someone very special to him. He ran his hand through his messy, dark brown hair, allowing it to fall into it's usual place.
He arrived, accompanied by a female of Gallente decent. He stopped to look around and figured he would go to the VIP area.
"You are neither Amarr, Caldari, Gallente nor Minmatar as long as you inhabit these premises."
There are so many ways that could be taken offensively. Viktor thought as he passed the sign to enter the building.
Upon entering, Viktor recognized quite a few people. Thal, Kador, Hya'stalia, Jonny and Galm being the most notable. Deciding it best to greet Hya'stalia first, he, along with his female counterpart, made their way towards the Matari immortal.
"Good evening, Hya'stalia, let me introduce you to Solantu." He motioned to the Gallentean female, now known as Solantu.
VF Diplomat.
"Goodbye Mr. Fishy, you're now a bird."
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
376
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Posted - 2015.08.17 05:23:00 -
[26] - Quote
Jonny D Buelle wrote:Jonny noticed Junko's friend, Kyoko, and couldn't help but stare. He had never before meet a Caldari woman he found attractive. He had to have her.
He turned to the drone waiter and quickly ordered a shot of whiskey, downed it, then smoothed his hair and straightened his coat. He also went as far as taking off his aviators, revealing a pair of dark blue eyes.
He walked up to Kyoko, smiled and said, "Mrs Jun-Mai, you have a created a lovely establishment. The atmosphere is so rich and vibrant. However the beauty of this place dulls in comparison to yourself.
"Oh, where are my manners," he said, extending his hand, "Jonny Demetrious Buelle."
"Ahh, Mr. Buelle, a pleasure to make your acquaintance" Kyoko replied, taking in his hand. in her mind she was mildly enthused about the colors of Jonny's eyes. though heavy in drink and clear signs of mental fatigue given the abnormal stress most soldiers go through, she cant help but feel this man one of focused determination.
"i dont suppose you to be the son of an old contact, one "Mac" perhaps? i cant help but notice the eyes" Kyoko asked. for now its perhaps wise to poke around a bit, look for anything else interesting. she took the conversation in a seat alongside Her old friend, sitting down in a matter as polite as possible, using her free hand to slide her glasses in place.
"Pw'svavitlo?" she quietly asked to Hya'salia, in Fluent Thukker.
"Your asking the wrong person Sweetie" Hya'salia replied with a smile as she merely shrugged her shoulders, noticing Viktor appear from the elevator, alongside with him was A gallentean named Solantu, whom they had met.
sir RAVEN WING wrote:
"Good evening, Hya'stalia, let me introduce you to Solantu." He motioned to the Gallentean female, now known as Solantu.
"Ahh Viktor, D'weu. and welcome Solantu to our hardcore org- *ahem*, i mean our humble establishment " hya'salia joked as she took a sip from her Quafe.
gotta have it to him, he made a fine catch Hya'salia noted as she stood up and outstretched her free hand outwards towards another friendly face.
"So, how's life been treating you so far Viktor?" she said as the drone approached the Viktor and his date and made its introduction. |
Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
449
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Posted - 2015.08.17 05:43:00 -
[27] - Quote
Robert Conway wrote:The two made their way over to the bar where Galm was sitting with another female, whom he could only guess was his wife Niina. Galm Fae wrote:"So... What would you have me tell the booze-droid my dear?" Niina Fae wrote:"Have them bring me an Amarr Victor. And so help me ancestors, if it isn't mixed right I'm going to get behind that counter and make it my own gods damned self." "I'll have the same," said Adenine to the droid, smiling at Niina. "And give me a smooth Spiced Rum and Quafe please," said Josh. "Galm, oyin hova nahui uka. (Galm, its good to see you.) Adenine, this is Galm Fae and his wife Niina, if I am correct. We've never met in person, but we've had a few conversations in some chat rooms on the Net." Josh extended his hand towards Galm
Galm grimaced, eyeing Niina for approval as if he were unsure if it was the proper response when communicating with others. With a forced smile and nod from her, his loose grip tightened before at last making eye contact with Conway.
"Saisa," he replied cautiously, "I believe we have spoken in the past, yes. It's an honor to make your acquaintance this evening. You would be correct my friend this is my--"
He paused for a moment. Wife. That word seemed so abstract. So absolute. As if their marriage had meant anything more to the other than yet another business transaction. They loved each other dearly, that much was certain. The night he wed himself to Niina and they spoke their vows under that raging storm on Caldari Prime was one of the happiest moments of his life, rivaled only by the unlikely survival of a friend he had thought dead. But the idea of marriage, to rely on a legally binding promise to honor and protect the other for all time, seemed so bitter and disenchanting than maintaining a close and loving relationship through sure force of will alone.
And to call her his wife. He couldn't help but huff to himself as he eyed her there, lifting her cocktail to her nose to smell the rose bud floating in the top of her glass before becoming painfully aware of how long of a pause Galm had already taken. Wife. Wife was... Inaccurate. Wives were mothers, homemakers... Abha "Firn" Fae. Mother of Galm Fae. Wife of Falken Fae. That felt right. But Niina was... She was different.
Their lifestyle was fundamentally different from what Galm was born into. They traveled appart so there was never any need for a homemaker, and Niina had long since been incapable of having children. She wasn't a wife... Not in the since that Galm had always expected. She was more like his--
"Partner, Niina."
She scowled at him, removing the rose bud from her drink before downing the entirty of her cocktail in a single swig before slamming the glass against the bar.
"A pleasure."
She rolled her eyes for a moment before taking off her leather coat to reveal a grey and white tank top underneith, her forarms adorned with a variety of leather bracelets and rapidly appearing nanotattooes.
Oh no, Galm lamented to himself, She... She turned on her ink. Why did she turn on her ink? Was it somethin-- Oh. Oh no.
"Actually," she began, her geometric tattoos fast appearing like they had been cloaked this entire time, "Why ruin perfectly good whiskey with Quafe? How about I buy us the best gods damn bottle in this building and we can drink the whole damn thing right here right now?"
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Killer of Snowfall Station--
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sir RAVEN WING
Vader's-Fist
4
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Posted - 2015.08.17 05:45:00 -
[28] - Quote
Hya'stalia wrote:"Ahh Viktor, D'weu. and welcome Solantu to our hardcore org- *ahem*, i mean our humble establishment " hya'salia joked as she took a sip from her Quafe.
gotta have it to him, he made a fine catch Hya'salia noted as she stood up and outstretched her free hand outwards towards another friendly face.
"So, how's life been treating you so far Viktor?" she said as the drone approached the Viktor and his date and made its introduction.
"Very well, things have been picking up and I've met this little lady." He smiled, turning to Solantu for but a moment before turning back.
"Very happy we were able to make it here." Solantu said, looking around partly in awe, and partly with paranoia. Something about the place offset her sense of peace, but she could not figure out what it was.
"Yes, we are. I'll take a cup of Quafe, and Solantu here would have..."
"An Amarr Victor." She replied.
VF Diplomat.
"Goodbye Mr. Fishy, you're now a bird."
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Robert Conway
Concordiat Mercenaries
556
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Posted - 2015.08.17 08:26:00 -
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Galm Fae wrote:"Saisa," he replied cautiously, "I believe we have spoken in the past, yes. It's an honor to make your acquaintance this evening. You would be correct my friend this is my--"
GÇ£Actually it wasnGÇÖt Whiskey and Quafe, it was Spiced Rum and QuGǪGÇ¥ started Josh.
GÇ£Sir! I am highly versed in body language. Right now Niina is very aggravated, and disagreeing with a pissed off Caldari female would beGǪ unwiseGǪGÇ¥ Yelled Irina in Josh and AdenineGÇÖs headsets.
GǣUhmmGǪ You know what, strait Whiskey sounds just fine,Gǥ finished Josh with wide, semi-fearful eyes.
He shot a quick glance at Galm. GÇ£Oh dearGǪ IGÇÖve started somethingGǪ badGǪ I hope he forgives me for this somedayGǪGÇ¥ thought Josh.
GǣYeah, andGǪ uhmGǪ I could use something a little stronger than an Amarr Victor IGǪ uhmGǪ I suppose,Gǥ added Adenine.
GǣBut I insist, please let me buyGǪGǥ started Josh.
GÇ£SIR!GÇ¥ shouted Irina.
GǣIGǪ uhmGǪ I meanGǪ thank you for your generosityGǪGǥ said Josh, correcting himself.
If only Niina didnGÇÖt speak Napanii. Josh wanted to tell Galm how sorry he was. He had faced immortals on the battlefield, but not in this environment. He had very rarely ever been in a situation quite like this.
Thoughts rushed through JoshGÇÖs head. GÇ£Why the hell couldnGÇÖt they have taught us proper social skills in the academyGǪ Damn I could really use a stress relieverGǪ By the looks of it so can Galm. Perhaps I should offer to smash a Pixy Highball in his face for himGǪGÇ¥
Yassavi Approved. -Aero Yassavi
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.08.17 09:08:00 -
[30] - Quote
Jonny smiled slightly and ordered another beer and a plate of sauage and mash. He then gave Viktor a salute with his beer before turning to Kyoto.
"How curious," he said to Kyoto, "my father would have mentioned working with a Caldari, especially if it's not Slim. Unless of course you are Slim but decided to switch to a ravishingly beautiful woman," he said the last part jokingly.
"Then again, my father is a private man, didn't know about his part in the business till years after I met him. Hell it was only two months ago did he tell me where to find my daughter. Dirty old bastard has too many secrets for my liking."
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
67
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Posted - 2015.08.17 20:00:00 -
[31] - Quote
Satja smiled politely and waved as Kyoko introduced herself to their small group though kept quiet for the most part as she began to speak with Jonny. She was partly amused and partly intrigued by Jonny's advances and even more so by how positively Kyoko seemed to respond to them. Whether this was a natural even handed grace or a genuine interest she did not know.
Next to her Junko began to speak and two more newcomers added their voices to the growing crowd of immortals. She glanced up noting another Caldaria, this time a male, with a Gallentean woman, classically pretty in their naturally photographic way. She lamented how ungainly she felt among the others. They all seemed to stand out in their own way.
"I'll have an Amarr Victor as well, please." She said to the serving drone as it passed by the table with a deep sigh. ".... a couple of Chestwounds as well."
The drinks were served quickly, an Amarr victor and three small glasses of the Chestwound mix, and turned to the Viktor and Solantu after draining one of the glasses. "Hi....." She stammered feeling rather uncomfortable. "I'm... Satja... it's a pleasure to meet you both." |
sir RAVEN WING
Vader's-Fist
4
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Posted - 2015.08.17 20:15:00 -
[32] - Quote
The first to respond to Satja was Solantu. "Greetings, I'm Solantu. It is a an honour to meet you, Satja." She smiled, attempting to ease Satja, whom was obviously uncomfortable, perhaps even nervous. "This is my partner, Viktor." With this Viktor turned, a bit embarrassed to have not responded to Satja.
"Apologies, Satja, I wasn't paying attention. I'm Viktor, although you might know me as Raven, as I am commonly referred to as. Good to finally meet you regardless." He spoke as if he had heard of her often. "You are accompanied by Kador, I would expect. Correct?"
VF Diplomat.
"Goodbye Mr. Fishy, you're now a bird."
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
68
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Posted - 2015.08.17 21:26:00 -
[33] - Quote
The name sounded familiar though at the time she couldn't place it. She was more familiar with the callsign Raven than she was the name Viktor though she supposed that was to be expected. Most empyreans rarely bothered to integrate themselves into the almost cult fandoms and wide spread celebrity their exploits usually garnered, notable exceptions existed in Galm Fae but the man had put an end to that personally. Avid fans usually compiled any and all information that could be found about the lives of capsuleers and soldiers like Viktor on Galnet message boards and fansites, amongst other more perverse examples of art and fan fictions.
She was a personal fan of Junko like thousands of others across the cluster who avidly followed the Diaries occasionally posted.
She couldn't place the soldier by his appearance so why did Viktor's callsign of Raven sound so familiar? She dismissed the questions with a mental shrug, sipping at the Amarr Victor cocktail as it appeared on the table.
"Viktor and Solantu. How lovely." She said, her natural Siebestor intonations heavily accented with Amarrish after three and a half years, blushing slightly. No one should have heard of her, she was a relative nobody by comparison to the assembled clones. ".... you sound like you know me. Have we met somewhere before? Forgive me if we have."
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sir RAVEN WING
Vader's-Fist
4
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Posted - 2015.08.17 21:45:00 -
[34] - Quote
Satja Askarin wrote:The name sounded familiar though at the time she couldn't place it. She was more familiar with the callsign Raven than she was the name Viktor though she supposed that was to be expected. Most empyreans rarely bothered to integrate themselves into the almost cult fandoms and wide spread celebrity their exploits usually garnered, notable exceptions existed in Galm Fae but the man had put an end to that personally. Avid fans usually compiled any and all information that could be found about the lives of capsuleers and soldiers like Viktor on Galnet message boards and fansites, amongst other more perverse examples of art and fan fictions.
She was a personal fan of Junko like thousands of others across the cluster who avidly followed the Diaries occasionally posted. For a fan base Junko's was relatively well behaved however a number of those who wrote fanfictions, ones she had covertly bookmarked in her NeoCom about the crew of the Se'terra, often shattered the boundaries of what would have been acceptable for a young student of the Ammatar University to be reading.
She couldn't place the soldier by his appearance so why did Viktor's callsign of Raven sound so familiar? She dismissed the questions with a mental shrug, sipping at the Amarr Victor cocktail as it appeared on the table.
"Viktor and Solantu. How lovely." She said, her natural Siebestor intonations heavily accented with Amarrish after three and a half years, blushing slightly. No one should have heard of her, she was a relative nobody by comparison to the assembled clones. ".... you sound like you know me. Have we met somewhere before? Forgive me if we have."
"I believe we have, although I can not recall exactly when. Galnet I believe." He mentioned. "I do not expect many to remember short periods of conversation, which also included Mr. Buelle. It would seem his advances have fallen to another." He mentioned, motioning to the Caldarian female Jonnny spoke to. "I am not certain, but we may have crossed paths while I traveled New Eden in the craft of a capsuleer, a Merlin to be exact. I usually was exchanged recipies and listening to the stories of the natives."
Solantu took a sip of her Amarr Victor before pitching into the subject. "Kador would be your partner, I assume?" She had very little knowledge of what Kador looked like, acted like, and the such, but she had found mentions of him before. She would assume he was the Amarrian whom was not identified as Thal Vadam.
She had only recognized Thal Vadam due to Viktor's vivid descriptions of the man. The two must have had some sort of friendship between them, as how Viktor seemed to refer to him as Thal, instead of 'Mr. Vadam' like he would a stranger.
VF Diplomat.
"Goodbye Mr. Fishy, you're now a bird."
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2015.08.17 23:55:00 -
[35] - Quote
Kador waited several moments for some indication his friend would speak sighing and reclining back into the upholstery of his chair to enjoy the ambient music suffusing the restaurant when no such gesture came. He looked out absently across the open VIP section of the Tribal Spear perhaps for the first time truly noticing the homeliness of the establishments caldari-matari architectural fusion. Though he greatly admired the attention to detail his people espoused in their aesthetics there was something about the stark practicality and modern designs that he suspected would appeal to all cloned soldiers like him.
He traced a finger across the lip of his glass using the condensation forming to draw oddly concentric designs on the iridescent black table top, barely paying any heed to the designs. A companionable silence extended out between Thal and Kador. Very little needed to be said as the Udorian was already aware of the circumstances surrounding Thal's apparent malaise.
God.... he wondered to himself, completing barely completing a third ring, the condensation immediately evaporating. Was that what I always looked like. No wonder....
Kador rose slowly without a word. Perhaps Thal would join them when he felt ready.
Navigating the restaurant now was easier said than done. Half a dozen small serving drones buzzed between the aisles formed by the tables entrusted with chilled glasses containing all manner of exotic looking liquids. The dull hum of their anti-gravity thrusters pulsed irregularly as they set drinks down upon their designated tables. The occasional baseline waiter too carried in plates of food and set them down. He noted with that his own food was not amongst it, Rockjaw always did take a little longer to prepare than other seafoods.
As walked he took time to glance around the newcomers. Some he knew, others were unfamiliar to him.
The familiar dark tousled hair and gaunt features of Galm were immediately recognisable alongside those of Niina. He barely recognised the woman, her nano-tattooes flashing. It was as if someone had taken her features and refined them with a fine brush. He grimaced slightly unsure of how to feel, she was decidedly more attractive now if you liked 'flawless'.
The others he did not know. Next to Galm and Niina a youth perhaps several years his junior and a blonde haired girl who looked more like a stereotypical heiress than a soldier sat chatting amongst themselves, while back at his table Satja seemed to be in conversation with an odd pairing, a Caldarian and Gallentean.
sir RAVEN WING wrote:
Solantu took a sip of her Amarr Victor before pitching into the subject. "Kador would be your partner, I assume?" She had very little knowledge of what Kador looked like, acted like, and the such, but she had found mentions of him before.
Interested he skirted the table noting how things seemed to be progressing between Jonny and Kyoko and slipped in next to Satja as carefully as he could. Poor woman, he thought to himself taking one of the remaining Chestwounds ignoring Satja's protests, she has no idea.
He turned his attentions back to the conversation at hand.
"Y-yes.... he is. We're.... sort of dating now." She stammered, embarrassed to be saying it out loud again.
Standing next to her he cut a rather striking figure. At a little over six feet in height he stood taller than most Amarrians and was decidedly more broad shouldered in a manner that reflected that his muscular build was one built up through rigid exercise regimes. He had a wide face with the classically sculpted Athran features he'd inherited through his Udorian bloodline. It was rare to find families in the Empire that could still trace a meaningful heritage back to the ancient city states that had been the first ethnicity enslaved by the Amarr. He tucked a few unruly locks of mid-length obsidian black hair behind one ear revealing emerald green eyes beneath delicate eyebrows, a strong nose and jaw lined with a thin layer of stubble.
"That's always pleasant to hear Little One." He said softly leaning in close over her shoulder. She started suddenly causing Kador to step back rubbing his chin. "Perhaps... next time you go with the kiss instead."
"Sorry Ka.... you just startled me is all." She said apologetically before gesturing to the pair. "Solantu and Viktor."
Kador shook his head with a chuckle then turned to Solantu and Viktor extending a hand as he leaned around Satja. His eyes narrowed slightly as they came to rest of Viktor, a slight spark of recognition cross his face. " Pleasure miss and to y-..... I know you don't I?"
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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sir RAVEN WING
Vader's-Fist
4
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Posted - 2015.08.18 02:49:00 -
[36] - Quote
"An honour." Solantu responded.
"Yes, you do. We've had quite a few run-ins in the past, Kador. Nice to see a few familiar faces though, and finally to be in the presence of the elusive Satja." Viktor joked before taking a swig of his hot Quafe. "Now, it seems you two have finally decided to publicly declare that you are both each other's partners, very good for you, although I can imagine Jonny shall be slightly let down." Again, he joked. "Well, how has your life been faring thus far, Kador?"
VF Diplomat.
"Goodbye Mr. Fishy, you're now a bird."
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
377
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Posted - 2015.08.18 03:47:00 -
[37] - Quote
Jonny D Buelle wrote:Jonny smiled slightly and ordered another beer and a plate of sauage and mash. He then gave Viktor a salute with his beer before turning to Kyoto.
"How curious," he said to Kyoto, "my father would have mentioned working with a Caldari, especially if it's not Slim. Unless of course you are Slim but decided to switch to a ravishingly beautiful woman," he said the last part jokingly.
"Then again, my father is a private man, didn't know about his part in the business till years after I met him. Hell it was only two months ago did he tell me where to find my daughter. Dirty old bastard has too many secrets for my liking."
"ahh please, im just a simple Ex-capsuleer, Buelle. though i do appreciate the flattery" Kyoko remarked, pausing to give off a good smile.
"She already likes you already Jonny" Hya'salia Said aloud, causing Kyoko to shoot her a small glare.
'Damn you and your sneaky...' She thought as Hya'salia picked up a datapad and began reading through its contents.
"another favor?" Hya'salia asked.
"if you want to take it. simple enough for a few million ISK" Kyoko replied as Hya'salia began skimming the details, the cheerful, positive demeanor vanished, slowly replaced by a look of focus. she got up and moved to a holodisplay, pulling up a 3D image of the Caldari Myron, and began studying the datapad more intently
meanwhile the waiter Drone stopped in from of Kyoko, the mood derailed slightly, but for her it was a good time to ask for a drink.
"Unit 5, Kaalakiota Tea please"
"Yes, Ma'am"
" In regards to your father though, it might be safe to say that Business deals are often kept strictly towards most invovled parties, mostly for professional reasons " Kyoko noted as she received a cup of Tea from the drone. Without pausing to let it cool she took a sip of the hot brew, letting it warm the lining of her stomach before looking at Buelle, looking at him intently.
"perhaps the man was afraid; here you are, an immortal. here he is, a typical mortal, regardless of social standing, and here we have your daughter, missing for most of your life until one day, poof" she outstretched her hands in a small gesture of a explosion.
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.08.18 07:54:00 -
[38] - Quote
Jonny took a drink of his beer and smiled to himself as Hya'salia teased Kyoko. When she spoke of his father and his daughter, he stiffened a bit and his smiled slightly faded from his face. He then stroke his rough beard and leaned back in his chair slightly.
"It is a bit strange. My daughter and her mother disappeared from my life years ago and I have not heard from them since. Then my daughter, all grown up, appears and she isn't the sweet innocent dancer I remember. Something is wrong with her, something I can't put my finger on.
"Then there is the deal with my father. He told me nothing for years, then he confirms that this, woman, was my daughter. He did not tell me where to find her nor why she turned out the way she did. The only person who I trust that can tell me is Cale, but that gold sh*tting Amarrian bastard is 'sworn to secrecy'."
He paused and turned to Thal and Kador and said, "No offense to you gold sh*tters."
He turned his beer in his hands and was lost in thought until his wristcomp beeped and lit up, indicating he received a message. He opened it up, read it quickly, then deleted it. He then reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigar. Before lighting it he turned to Kyoko and asked, "You don't mind if I smoke in here, do you?"
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Niina Eskola
Eskola Ergonomics
18
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Posted - 2015.08.18 09:06:00 -
[39] - Quote
Robert Conway wrote:
GǣUhmmGǪ You know what, strait Whiskey sounds just fine,Gǥ finished Josh with wide, semi-fearful eyes.
GǣYeah, andGǪ uhmGǪ I could use something a little stronger than an Amarr Victor IGǪ uhmGǪ I suppose,Gǥ added Adenine.
GǣBut I insist, please let me buyGǪGǥ started Josh.
GǣIGǪ uhmGǪ I meanGǪ thank you for your generosityGǪGǥ said Josh, correcting himself.
Any fear or discomfort that Conway may have displayed was utterly lost on Niina, who had already grown impatient at the speed of the waiter drone and was attempting to work her way behind the bar counter. She crinkled her nose up at the selection of spirits availible, contemplating exactly what she could do with such a selection.
Partner. Partner. Partner.
The word rang in her head like a gunshot, rising and fading with a painful throbbing as she tried to shake it from her thoughts. Partner. Was that all she was to him? No, no she knew that couldn't be. For all the time the two had spent apart and for all the times he had hurt her, she knew how much he loved her. It was something else, something that she couldn't understand that seemed to eat at Galm from the inside and prevent him from opening up to her. It might seem childish, but at the end of the day Galm was only a child. At twenty six years of age Niina was already nearly four years older than Fae, though their matured clones never showed any hint of how young they truly were.
He'd change. Sooner or later he would have to grow up and accept that the two of them were wed adults. Efficient, productive, monogamous adults willing to work as equals to make a better life for the other. But days like today made such a time seem tragically far away, and Niina could only cope with his angst for so long before it began to draw out the young hellion in her as well.
Partner. Let's see how ambivalent you are of our marriage once I'm servicing every immortal in this damned place.
In the calm, rational part of her brain she knew that this little tantrum was ridiculous and would probably ruin any chance she had of making this public appearance a productive one for Eskola Ergonomics. But honestly? She had never intended it to be. Ever since Galm's trip to Tenal he had been tragically distant in his work, and she had only every wished for a chance to grab his attention again.
Besides, she liked it when he got protective.
"Eh, hey Junko-haani?" she muttered over her shoulder loud enough for the immortal to hear, "Would it be okay if I used your bar for the evening?"
Strength. Beauty. Quality. Eskola Ergonomics.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2015.08.18 22:31:00 -
[40] - Quote
sir RAVEN WING wrote:"An honour." Solantu responded.
"Yes, you do. We've had quite a few run-ins in the past, Kador. Nice to see a few familiar faces though, and finally to be in the presence of the elusive Satja." Viktor joked before taking a swig of his hot Quafe. "Now, it seems you two have finally decided to publicly declare that you are both each other's partners, very good for you, although I can imagine Jonny shall be slightly let down." Again, he joked. "Well, how has your life been faring thus far, Kador?"
Kador shrugged in a relaxed manner.
"It's busy. Far too busy." He admitted, his voice conveying a very tangible fatigue. " I've recently taken up a position reorganising and instructing the alliance's reclaimed Kameira subigo's for security detail and peacekeeping work. It's enjoyable enough but frustrating sometimes.....many have adopted poor habits having been owned by foreigners. Between training these men and women, regional patrols of the Bleak lands, providing personal security services to two different Holderships, and trying to maintain a personal life...... I just keep thinking life would be easier if there were two of me, or a dozen more trained soldiers."
Beside him Satja began to laugh.
"What?" Kador asked curiously with a sigh.
"I don't think you'd find anyone else quite like you." She explained between paroxysms of laughter, . " Two of you would probably cause some kind of cataclysmic singularity or natural disaster through sheer force of negativity."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2015.08.20 20:49:00 -
[41] - Quote
((SERIOUSLY BLOODY WELL POST SOMETHING! OR I'LL GET MAD!        ))
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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sir RAVEN WING
Vader's-Fist
4
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Posted - 2015.08.20 21:42:00 -
[42] - Quote
"Well, I suppose that is good. I am just fine right now, life's been picking up rather quickly." Viktor sipped on his Amarr Victor.
((Sorry, lost old post, and there is very little I can think of to progress the story.))
VF Diplomat.
"Goodbye Mr. Fishy, you're now a bird."
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.08.20 21:48:00 -
[43] - Quote
((YOU CANT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!))
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2015.08.26 03:38:00 -
[44] - Quote
sir RAVEN WING wrote:"Well, I suppose that is good. I am just fine right now, life's been picking up rather quickly." Viktor sipped on his Amarr Victor.
((Sorry, lost old post, and there is very little I can think of to progress the story.))
Kador stood momentarily vexed by the Caldarian standing opposite him. He knew from experience that their people could be particularly stoic and dour however the man's limited offering of words seemed to verbally stagger him.
"I... uh..." He paused a moment completely unsure of what to say. Revon seemed to regard him with a mild look of interest and amusement, cocking an eyebrow as he sipped his cocktail.
"I'm guessing Kador was interested in Ms...... Solantu." Satja offered politely, covering for his hesitation. "You do seem very comfortable around Immortal's...."
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
379
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Posted - 2015.08.27 03:53:00 -
[45] - Quote
Niina Eskola wrote:
"Eh, hey Junko-haani?" she muttered over her shoulder loud enough for the immortal to hear, "Would it be okay if I used your bar for the evening?"
"Hya'salia paid no attention to the question, but continued studying the relic with the determination that earned her the respect of many immortals and mortals under her command. it was Kyoko who had replied to Niina.
"Yes you may, though i'd like to ask if you could keep it ...... you know, discreet Niina-haani" she said with a smile.
-Hya'salia
'ok, ok atlas scan seems very recent, composition 37,12 20.' she though as she ran a finger over the atmosphere contents, as the three number represented the main components nessecary for life, Oxygen, nitrogen and carbon dioxide.
'We'll need rebreathers' she thought, and then signed off on the contract. walking back to Kyoko, she smiled and gave her a small hug.
"i'll accept it old friend" Hya'salia simply said. to which Kyoko nodded, raising a glass to her.
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Robert Conway
Concordiat Mercenaries
564
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Posted - 2015.08.27 07:39:00 -
[46] - Quote
Niina Eskola wrote:"Eh, hey Junko-haani?" she muttered over her shoulder loud enough for the immortal to hear, "Would it be okay if I used your bar for the evening?"
Kyoko wrote:"Yes you may, though i'd like to ask if you could keep it ...... you know, discreet Niina-haani" she said with a smile.
After Kyoko gave her the word, Josh watched as Niina went to work.
A young Intaki man made his was up to the bar.
"Oooo. My, my, what do we have here? I must admit, you're far better to look at than those service drones running about. Think you could make me a Wildheart? No honey. Just black, like those sexy tats of yours," said the young man with smug smile on his face.
Josh watched Niina picked up bottles like it was second nature, pouring the liquor with precision, almost as if she never retired from bartending.
As Josh was watching Niina make the drink, he turned to Galm, whom didn't look all that pleased.
"Oh SON of a B!TCH...... I better say something before Galm flips his lid..." thought Josh.
"Hey, don't even try, man. He's her husb... uhm... partn... *ehem*... they're together," replied Josh to the Intaki as he pointed at Galm.
"Oh? It sure doesn't look like it. What kind of man let's his woman make drinks for other men?" snorted the Intaki as he scowled at Josh and Galm.
Josh could only put his face in his palm in amazement at the young man's dumb-assedry. He made a deep sigh as he awaited what he could only imagine would be the wrath of Galm.
Yassavi Approved. -Aero Yassavi
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.08.27 08:55:00 -
[47] - Quote
Jonny finished his beer and ordered another. He then turned to Kyoko and said "If you need a hand with security, I can get you a good deal with a crack team of immortals. They are a bunch of crazy c*nts but they are a good lot. Except for one..."
He quickly drained his beer and ordered another. His eyes glazed over a bit and he stared off into the distance, looking st everything and nothing at the same time. His trigger finger twitched slightly.
A hand lightly touched him on the shoulder. He then quickly stood up, grabbed the arm that was connected to the hand and flipped the person who was connected to it onto the table. He raised his fist ready to slam it into the person's face. But as he peered into those two blue eyes, eyes that he knew were jis, he stopped.
"And this is why I stayed away, father," said Marcy. She then pushed him off her and ordered an Amarr Victor and sat down at the bar. "F*cking assh*le." She then turned to Robert Conway and said, "So, do you just flirt with the pretty girls, or anything with legs?"
Jonny then blinked twice and sat back in his seat. He mumbled an apology to Kyoko and Hya'salia and sippedbon his drink.
Give me my Plasma Flamethrower or give me a cookie!
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Niina Eskola
Eskola Ergonomics
18
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Posted - 2015.08.29 22:19:00 -
[48] - Quote
Robert Conway wrote:
"Oh? It sure doesn't look like it. What kind of man let's his woman make drinks for other men?" snorted the Intaki as he scowled at Josh and Galm.
Josh could only put his face in his palm in amazement at the young man's dumb-assedry. He made a deep sigh as he awaited what he could only imagine would be the wrath of Galm.
Galm didn't even flinch at the comment. He didn't have to. The man had fought on a hundred battlefields and faced thousands of foes, yet somehow walked through the fire proud and unafraid. He'd seen the brutality of the blood raiders, and spread terror with the Dragonaurs. But honestly? He'd never quite met anyone as scrappy as Niina. She was a young, tender thing when the two were alone together. But she had a tolerance for Galm, a shared history that let her know that she could be honest and genuine with him.
Anyone other than Fae had no such luxury. Sneering at the Intaki, she began to hand him the warm beverage before tossing the boiling contents into his lap before slamming the empty cup down on the bar.
"How about the sort of man that actually cares about the interest of his wife and isn't a jealous and manipulative ****!"
She shot a sideways glance at Galm, hoping to see a grin of approval. That's all she really wanted, his attention. She could swear she saw him chuckle to himself, but... Regardless, the guy had it coming. The fact that she was trying to pull Galm out of his shell by emulating the halfbreed's behavior had nothing to do with her course of action. It was more like a social que that she could use to slowly train and mold him into the sort of man she knew he could be.
Like housebreaking a slaverhound.
"Now," she huffed with a sigh, "Can I get anyone else something?"
Strength. Beauty. Quality. Eskola Ergonomics.
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Robert Conway
Concordiat Mercenaries
589
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Posted - 2015.08.29 23:37:00 -
[49] - Quote
Niina Eskola wrote:"Now," she huffed with a sigh, "Can I get anyone else something?"
Josh looked up with a very pleasant shock. The look on the Intaki's face was priceless.
"Something else?! How about a coffin!" the young Intaki man, furious and in pain, yelled back in response.
"Planning on committing suicide, are we?" Josh replied back laughing.
"YOU MOTHERFU...." started the Intaki as he took a swing a Josh.
But before his fist could make contact with Josh's face, Adenine grabbed his arm out of the air and flung him to the ground. Before he could get up she kicked him in the nose. As she did it make a cracking sound as it broke.
"Guess you just aren't having much luck with the ladies tonight, are you?" she laughed.
As the Intaki headed towards the exit, nose gushing blood, he yelled, "You two should've kept your b-ítches on a tighter leash! The next time I see either of you on a battlefield I'll terminate your consciences faster than you can say 'Drifter on the starboard bow'!"
And with that the young man was gone.
"Well that was interesting to say the least," said Josh to the group. "As a matter of fact, Niina, I'll take a drink. Make me anything you see fit for this joyous occasion!"
Marcy wrote:She then turned to Robert Conway and said, "So, do you just flirt with the pretty girls, or anything with legs?"
"I think I spoke too soon..." said Josh.
The voice that spoke to him filled his head. Fear, hate, anger, pain... torture. These emotions all flooded him at once. One of the few voices he could put a name to without a face. Marcy.... His nose twitched. His brow furrowed. The edges of his lips curled down in a frown. He reached for his Ion Pistol only to remember the Bouncer had it. So before he turned around he clenched his fist.
"I most certainly wasn't flirting. But if I had to put you into one of those categories you sure as hell wouldn't be in the 'pretty girls' category," he said with a gruff tone.
"I'm sorry, but... do you two know each other?" asked Adenine.
"She isn't even WORTH introducing you to. You'd be better off NOT knowing her," replied Josh.
All he wanted to do was beat her face into a pulp and rip her eyes out. But what good would that do? For the life of him, Josh couldn't understand how Marcy got so much pleasure out of her OWN pain. The best he could do was put it under a 'win-win' situation. He would at least feel better at the look of her mangled body, and she would be enjoying the sick ecstasy of being destroyed like that. She was the only woman he even considered beating outside of the battlefield.
"What the HELL do you want, Marcy?!" Josh demanded.
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sir RAVEN WING
RabbitSwarm
5
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Posted - 2015.08.31 01:29:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:sir RAVEN WING wrote:"Well, I suppose that is good. I am just fine right now, life's been picking up rather quickly." Viktor sipped on his Amarr Victor.
((Sorry, lost old post, and there is very little I can think of to progress the story.)) Kador stood momentarily vexed by the Caldarian standing opposite him. He knew from experience that their people could be particularly stoic and dour however the man's limited offering of words seemed to verbally stagger him. "I... uh..." He paused a moment completely unsure of what to say. Revon seemed to regard him with a mild look of interest and amusement, cocking an eyebrow as he sipped his cocktail. "I'm guessing Kador was interested in Ms...... Solantu." Satja offered politely, covering for his hesitation. "You do seem very comfortable around Immortal's...."
Viktor had been slightly distracted during the conversation, although something happened to pull his attention away from other things and towards the group for a time.
Viktor was slightly amused at how Kador reacted to his statement, it had not been much of a statement to reply to, seeing as it only answered a question presented before Viktor, this however was not what caught Viktor's undivided attention, it was the question-like statement made by Satja.
Solantu seemed to be hesitant to speak, oddly dumbfounded by it, for she had never stopped to ask herself why she was so comfortable around them. "I guess I do compared to the average mortal..."
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.09.01 09:54:00 -
[51] - Quote
Marcy sipped her drink slowly. Then she smiled slightly and said "Mr. Conway, you know better than to be rude to me."
She then turned her head slowly to him and said, "Or I can show you why you should fear me." She started to giggled. "Oh what fun I will have, peeling the flesh from your body while you sit there all helpless. Oh I'm getting such a rush just thinking about it!"
Jonny slammed his fist hard on the table then rose to his feet. "Enough, Marcy! I think it is about time you leave and see to that f*cking traitor you call husband."
Marcy shot her father a dirty look, gave him a rude gesture then left, but not before whispering seductivly into Josh's ear: "Next time, Mr. Conway."
Jonny then walked up to Josh and said, "Apologies. She... Well she's a b*tch. But I am allowed to say it because she is my daughter." He then smiled a bit and added, "How about a couple drinks. Barkeep, two Beers and a bottle of whiskey. Oh and get Josh something too."
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Robert Conway
Concordiat Mercenaries
633
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Posted - 2015.09.01 15:46:00 -
[52] - Quote
Jonny D Buelle wrote:Marcy sipped her drink slowly. Then she smiled slightly and said "Mr. Conway, you know better than to be rude to me."
She then turned her head slowly to him and said, "Or I can show you why you should fear me." She started to giggled. "Oh what fun I will have, peeling the flesh from your body while you sit there all helpless. Oh I'm getting such a rush just thinking about it!"
Jonny slammed his fist hard on the table then rose to his feet. "Enough, Marcy! I think it is about time you leave and see to that f*cking traitor you call husband."
Marcy shot her father a dirty look, gave him a rude gesture then left, but not before whispering seductivly into Josh's ear: "Next time, Mr. Conway."
Jonny then walked up to Josh and said, "Apologies. She... Well she's a b*tch. But I am allowed to say it because she is my daughter." He then smiled a bit and added, "How about a couple drinks. Barkeep, two Beers and a bottle of whiskey. Oh and get Josh something too."
Josh's tension eased slightly. He was glad Marcy was gone, but he wasn't sure how to act around Jonny. The last time they met things became complicated rather quickly, but luckily it worked out in the end.
"Sorry if this offends you Jonny, but I'd have to agree with the b-ítch part, even if she isn't my daughter. I was planning on making my way over to you sooner or later, just didn't quite know how. Although I was hoping it wasn't because of her. She was one person I didn't want to be here. Besides, it looked like you were busy over there," said Josh as he nodded to Kyoko. "Didn't want to **** block you." He finished with a smile.
Josh felt a tap on his shoulder.
"So are you going to introduce me, or not?" asked Adenine.
"Oh... right. Jonny, this is my... well... sister of sorts. I guess you can say we adopted each other. Adenine, this is Jonny D. Buelle, of which I've told you the stories of. And yes, before you ask, that was the infamous Marcy I told you about.
"Nice to finally put a face to the story. It's a pleasure, Mr. Buelle," she said with a smile.
"And I'm sure you two have crossed paths before, but Galm, Jonny. Jonny, Galm. Oh, and the barkeep is actually Niina. Just... just thought you might want to know." He leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Just thought you might want to know, because the last gentleman who flirted with her got a nice hot cup of Wildheart in his crotch."
"So anyway, what was that all about, Jonny? You yelled at Marcy to go see that 'traitor you call husband'. If I recall correctly, the first and only other time we've met in person, Cale was still working with you. Did... did something happen?" asked Josh curiously.
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Satja Askarin
Vherokior Combat Logistics
Minmatar Republic
69
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Posted - 2015.09.02 00:39:00 -
[53] - Quote
Satja smiled politely at the other mortal woman, noting how they could almost have been foils of one another but for one single shared feature. She could still remember how uncomfortable being around the Templar aspirants had once been with their featureless faces and piercing red glares.
She'd not had a choice in the matter however, slaves never did, and her comfort hadn't seemed to matter back then.
"It took me a very long time to become comfortable around immortals like them..... when I me...." She trailed off as she noticed a serving drone slowly gliding between the patrons a darting, cyclopean eye darting about projecting a ghostly blue tracer that appeared scanning their finger prints.
The small practical looking devices were were of Caldari make and hovered almost four feet off the ground, suspended by pulsing micro-magnetic repulsion fields.
It was these fields that served both to provide the mobility required as well as balance the two steaming dishes on spindly arms.
However this unit did not appear to be in the best condition. It gave of high pitched mechanical whirring sounds every few seconds and its repulsion field seemed to fade at irregular intervals where it pitched suddenly to one side. It was as if the drone itself were having some kind of tantrum.
She offered Revon and Solantu an apologetic smile. "It looks like our drone is having a fit."
She slipped her hand in Kador's and pulled him over towards the small drone. Since he'd ordered the meal the drone had apparently decided Kador was some kind of target and was proceeding to trace and unidentifiable pattern across his chest with it's flickering blue tracer as though it were a semi-automatic weapon.
She was about to reach out for her plate and take a seat at the table when a blue eyed woman, who she thought looked awfully familiar, stepped suddenly away from the bar colliding with her sending them both staggering back a pace. She winced, the other woman's shoulder had struck her jaw in the tangle.
"I'm sorry. I didn't see you there...." She stopped suddenly, breath catching in her throat. There was so much hate in this woman's blue eyes for the breif instant they met. In Johnny's blue eyes.
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.09.02 08:39:00 -
[54] - Quote
Jonny sipped took a shot of whiskey and looked at the empty glass. He pour another shot and drank it quickly and as he poured a third shot he said, "About a week ago, I was offered a security job for an egger. Never worked with this f*cker in my life but he paid well and we were attacking slaver ships in Amarrian space. So, win-win."
He downed another shot. "It was suppose to be an easy job, go in, board the ship, kill the slavers and their hounds, grab the slaves and return to Republic space. However we got hit by a member of the 'Marrian Navy. As we were going down, the f*cking egher jettisoned his entire cargo hold, including me. Have you ever been trapped in a jet can for a couple hours? Sh*t ain't fun. I rather be butt ass naked and jerking off on the corpse of the Empress herself than be trapped in one of those again."
He drank from the bottle this time and continued: "I got picked up by the ship that took down our Rifter. Leading the 'welcoming committee,' was Cale. The f*cking traitor must of tipped them off in a bid to rejoin his f*cking 'brothers', or wharever the templars call themselves. Spent the next week being tortured, unable to die and unable to be reborn."
He finished the bottle of whiskey and looked Josh in the eyes and said darkly, "If I ever see him again, he will know why people should fear betraying me. You may think my daughter is a sadist bloodmongering b*tch, but she is nothing compared to me."
All of a sudden, he heard the crash of plares dropping and looked over to see Satja face to face with Marcy. Fearing for her saftey, he stood up and pushed them apart, keeping Marcy, who was reaching into her coat for something, at arms length.
He then said, as calm we he could, "Let us all agree this was an accident and that no blood should be shed here. Marcy, as your commanding officer, I order you to leave right now and find out any information on Cale's whereabouts."
"Father! This wh*re bumped into m-" she was cut off by Jonny striking her across the face with an open hand.
"Marcelene Alina Buelle, I have given you a direct order as your Commanding Officer. Now leave before I tell the Old Man about your insubordination!"
Marcy frowned and was about to reply. But instead she spat on Jonny and walked away, leaving the cafe.
Jonny then relax and breathed a sigh of relief. He then turned to Satja and Kador, and said, "Apologies. My family has been a bit edgy since our recent betrayal. And Satja please do not take offense into me pushing you, Marcy is unstable, even more so now. Please, allow me to pay for youe food and drinks, as a way for me to apologize."
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Robert Conway
Concordiat Mercenaries
637
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Posted - 2015.09.02 18:34:00 -
[55] - Quote
Josh watched the small scuffle as Jonny separated Satja and Marcy. Something was just wrong with that girl. Everyone knew it. I think even Jonny knew it.
"Adi, stay here with Galm and Niina. I'll be right back." said Josh.
"What? But what if they don't want me here?" she protested.
"Niina just threw a boiling beverage in a strangers crotch. Do you think she would have a hard time telling you to fu-ók off if you were bugging the two of them?" exclaimed Josh with a smile.
Adenine shrugged and nodded in agreement as Josh picked up the two beers Jonny left behind and walked over to him.
"Damn, she must have really bothered you to leave your booze behind," he told Jonny, handing him his beers. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back."
He ran towards the elevator and headed up. As the doors opened at the top floor he saw Marcy grabbing the rest of her personal armory from the Bouncer.
He made a comment towards the Bouncer. "Next time I would frisk this one if I were you. She's not the most trust worthy."
Grabbing his Ion Pistol from the Bouncer, he followed Marcy out of the Caf+¬.
Once they were out of sight of the mortal civilian, he asked her, "So I just have to know. What did you have hidden in your jacket? That, and were you really going to kill Satja with it?"
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
20
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Posted - 2015.09.03 02:14:00 -
[56] - Quote
((Reserved..... damn and I wanted Kador to meet his foxy, psychopathic, sadomasochistic paramour))
Em shah tey et naGÇÖemsaer ek rahvi, amarr osedah gasi ubday pahk. Ekin tey vahka ijed div ema ziel. Et tey vamatal em.
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Robert Conway
Concordiat Mercenaries
637
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Posted - 2015.09.03 07:20:00 -
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((My dear Templar Adamance. We have gathered some of the brightest creative writers in New Eden. We can figure something out I'm sure. If you would like to meet her, i might suggest coming upstairs approximately 2 minutes after my "in story" self. Confront her over threatening Satja? If not, I'm sure you will get your chance to meet Jonny's sadistic love child sooner or later. Just an idea!  ))
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Hunter Junko
Sebiestor Field Sappers
Minmatar Republic
380
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Posted - 2015.09.10 03:59:00 -
[58] - Quote
((muthafucking internet had the good sense to crap out on me, sorry for the wait))
the series of events unfolded has Hya'salia and Kyoko both turned to notice Marcy and jonny being led away. instinctively, Kyoko had a hand in her Rail Pistol, while Hya'salia halfway pulled out her Sigis. once the commotion died down, the two holstered their sidearms, while Hyasalia unclipped her holster and set it inside the bar, securing it in one of the various safes inside the Tribal spear.
"Repeat order for Ouryon and satja, should they feel like eating still" she said to another nearby drone, and then looked around for Satja |
Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
457
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Posted - 2015.09.10 05:01:00 -
[59] - Quote
Robert Conway wrote:
"Niina just threw a boiling beverage in a strangers crotch. Do you think she would have a hard time telling you to fu-ók off if you were bugging the two of them?" exclaimed Josh with a smile.
Galm coughed awkwardly as he tucked his neck deep into the collar of his jacket. He looked over at Niina once more, her upturnt nose wiggling to and froe inquisitively as the two made eye contact. Taking a deep breath, game downed the last of his drink and slowly made his way over to her. He sat at the bar before her, as he had years ago, once again trying to make hopeless conversation with a girl impossibly out of his league.
"If eh... That Intaki prick dared touch you ya'know I would have ripped out his frakking spine right?"
She giggled softly to herself, smitten with the boy as she poured a light drink for herself on the bar.
"Whatever you say partner," she muttered, capping the bottle and placing it back on the middle shelf.
"Is that what this is about?" Galm asked just under his breath, leaning in closely, "I... I meant that as a compliment, honestly. Niina, I don't want you to feel like I somehow own you."
His tongue cramped briefly, coiling as his words left his lips.
"Why not?" she quipped, taking a sip of her drink, "It never stopped you before. You used to own this, remember? All this? It used to be yours."
She lifted herself just slightly over the counter, forcing her chest into Galm's arms as she hover so close that the tip of her nose brushed against the bridge of Fae's. His eyes darted side to side in a panic before gently pushing her way and sinking yet further into his jacket. When he tried to retreat into himself she slapped him lightly across the face, took his hands in hers, and forced them down onto the bar so he was pinned in place.
"Ancestors ch--" Galm stammered, trying to break free but unwilling to resist hard enough to slip from her grasp, "What is it then? Do you want a boy who only takes what he wants or a man that actually listens and supports you?"
"Is it too much to ask for both?"
His breath hitched as she spoke, taken back at the prospect.
Quote:Marcy frowned and was about to reply. But instead she spat on Jonny and walked away, leaving the cafe.
Mercy for Galm came in the form of Marcy as she stormed off in a commotion out of the Tribal Spear.
"Eh... Hey..." Fae bleated sheepishly to try and defuse the tension, "Niina, do you still have that d20 app on your datapad? Why don't we play a game of Everyone is Heth? Maybe we could... Teach some of the soldiers here? Or... Play tiddlywinks? I left my bakku guitar back in New Caldari, maybe we could sing a song or...?"
Truth be told if Niina wasn't here he would have jumped at a chance to spark more conflict, especially if it resulted in giving some kakku harlot a beatdown. Thankfully for all parties involved, Fae's partner / keeper / centerfold was about the only thing able to keep him in line.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Killer of Snowfall Station--
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
1
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Posted - 2015.09.13 00:58:00 -
[60] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:
"Who was that?" He asked curious, slowly trying to piece in her other features around the eyes. He wasn't quite sure if he'd gotten it right but the mental picture was rather endearing. He spared one last glance towards the exit of the VIP section through which he saw the young Matari woman's stormy curls disappear.
"That," said Jonny, downing another shot of whiskey, "is my daughter, Marcy. For your own safety I would suggest staying away from her. Her hatred of Amarr runs deeper than mine, and now it is even worse because of her f*cking golden sh*tting traitor of a husband."
He ordered another shot and downed it. He then looked to make sure Satja wasn't in ear shot and said, "Look, my daughter enjoys bloodshed, even when it's done to her. She lives for it. I know Satja can look after heself but she needs to stay away from Marcy, you both do."
He ordered a third shot, downed it, and tosses a bunch of ISK on the counter. "By the way, if you ever come across a Templar named Cale, kill him and make him suffer." With that, Jonny headed for the door, stopping to apologize to Junko and Kyoko. Before he left, he wrote down his contact information for Kyoko and gave her a wink.
Once he was outside, he opened his comms and spoke quietly saying: "Slim, we need to find Cale soon, Marcy is becoming more unstable..."
Robert Conway wrote:
Once they were out of sight of the mortal civilian, he asked her, "So I just have to know. What did you have hidden in your jacket? That, and were you really going to kill Satja with it?"
Marcy turned around and slowly drew a nova knife from her jacket. A sadistic smile spread across her face and she tilted her head to the side. "Kill," she giggled, "no. Killing is boring." She wrapped her arms around Josh and ran her knife across his cheek. "Making her bleed and cry out for her Gods while I flay the flesh from her living body, that is where the real fun is. Maybe you coukd have some fun. I wonder how much YOU can bleed before you die."
She started to laugh and pressed the knife against Josh's neck. She then pushed him ontoo the ground and said "On second thought, I have bigger things to do than to carve open a pathetjc piece of sh*t like you, Mr Conway." She then turned and walked away laughing.
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