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Zeta answers Flea, "The guy I bought the case off of called it JagerNukes. I personally call it the green stuff..." Zeta reaches under the counter and pulls out an unmarked bottle, with a neon green liquid that seemed to glow. Then checks the inventory page on the terminal. "It looks like I also have some of that WLB cra... erm, stuff, if you'd rather have that."

Zeta resists the urge to get up to get the order of the person who just darkened one of the tables, but instead slides a random bottle over to Krystal, one of three new waitresses he had just hired. Smiling at the waitress in the somewhat tight black dress, he watches her walk to the table... Realizing what he was doing, Zeta snaps his attention back to Flea. "I'm sorry, were you saying something?"
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No i havent been missing for a week.
I was trying to find my way out of the restroom.

WHO STOLD MY DRINK

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.......Returning from the outer systems

****Jumpgate Undocking Complete****

So it seems that this new establishment is doing quite well for its self..... *checks data log* Hmm...

Been a lot of traffic lately. The 'GIR' should be setting in rather quickly up this far with all the relative visitors from the inner systems.

... A quick scan of his ships computer confirms that 72% of the known inner worlds have received the GIR viral code, with the other 28% still in process of receiving. The WLB's new cannon was an insult... a creation that will demand retribution from all killers and pirates alike. Deployment of such a weapon will only cause the noose that we have on the Liberty systems to tighten...

After vanquishing several ships flown by known hunter factions, and tracking another known Vesko to this tavern, its time to make an entrance and take advantage of the 'no-fire' policy.

Since he doesnt carry a side arm or side weapons from hardly ever being seen outside his ships hull, MindDrive barges through the entrance just past the bouncers check point. Auto scanners clearly indicate that there are no weapons, and after a quick lunge, the bouncer relaxes. Obviously the bouncer reccognizes something about the pilot, but since the scanner didnt squelch out a warning, sits back down with a gruntled sigh.... Making a quick over the shoulder glance, Mind sees that the bouncer has been getting bored with all this compliance....

On entering the seating area, a rappid sweep confirms that all the ships outside have their masters knee deep in various ales, whiskies and who knows what drinks.... Sitting down next to the door, Mind pulls out a small data pad and does a quick WIFI scan of the networking interface....
AMAZING! he says as he tracks some of the previous video logs... These people are insane! They will only wind up repeating what had happened on earth centuries ago. Thumbing through the open access data channels, its apparent that the firewalls in place arent designed for virtual attacks but rather physical ones.

Looking around the room one can see why such strength in a defence system would be in place for real world attacks... theres a boiling pot of hostilities waging wars behind the eyes of the patrons. A quick under the breath laugh returns Mind to his datapad, shocked to see that integration of this station is nearly complete.

The BORG knew not how powerfull their technology had become. They waisted their efforts in combining living matter and machine to make a cybernetic race. Not a bad idea, but when thats what you spend hundreds of years doing, sending ships through time, plotting... and all you have acquired is a funky looking eye piece... waisted. But one thing that was beneficial was their very code for existance contained an unstopable attack code that can breach any security system in any world in any time.


****98% Transfer complete****

Tho he had not ordered a drink nor had been recognized as a patron, Mind gave the bartender a nod, sweeped a glance across the room again, and made his exit.

Once he returned to space, he heard the faint screams through his com channel.... "Doom De Doom De Doom Doom" and remembered distinctively the last time the GIR creature was deployed...


He shuddered just then... "Those poor humans" and laughed untill he puked....
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Zeta walks in from the back office carrying and pocketing his datapad. He was carrying his laser pistol, which set off a beeping both on his datapad and the bouncer console, and even on the bar console. Zeta pushed a button to silence the alerts, saying "Sorry" to Jim and everyone who had gotten up. Zeta opens the locker by the bar and locks his pistol, cleaning supplies, and his energy clips into it, locking it with his fingerprint.

As Zeta finishes, he washes his hands just as the LSF Admiral walked in. Seeing his uniform reminded Zeta of the time he had spent in the United Earthen Forces Air and Space Corps. (ASC)

Zeta gets his order as the other LSF officers are huddling around a datapad, but doesn't bother to try to look. Zeta sets down the WLB brew, sticking his tongue out, remembering the first and only time he tried it.

Shortly after, a crazy lunatic barges through the door, making both Zeta and Jim jump. Looking at the datapad and seeing a clean scan, Zeta looks at Jim and sees a look he has seen before. The man sits down, stays a little while drooling over his datapad, then leaves.

Zeta sets down his tray and cloth, and walks over to where the admiral and stands on the opposite side of the table. Zeta absentmindedly stood at attention, and then realized what he was doing, and then relaxed. The ASC was another timeline, he wasn't military anymore.

"Sir, if your not incredibly busy, I'd like a moment of your time to discuss... A possible incident that may have happened."
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Zeta sat down across from the table and pulled out his datapad. "I'm sorry to bother you with this, but since we are in your jurisdiction, I thought maybe you'd like to have a look at this." Zeta slides his datapad across the table, filled with reports of strange signals. "A while ago, just before that psycho came crashing in, I was in the back cleaning my pistol. I took a look at a security console back there, and what you see there is what was on the console. It would appear that something is... negotiating with this stations security systems, and it's not supposed to be able to do that. Tanya's Base security system is designed to be self contained, it doesn't even have a neural net interface. Everything is done directly, but something has gotten in that I can't understand. And I'm pretty good w/ computer type stuff."

Zeta gave Vesko a second. "I don't know if this is related, but a supplier of mine tracked a ship hidden outside of this station." Zeta reaches over and presses a button on the datapad so Vesko could see, "This was the signal that was trying to be hidden. My friend just happened to have hit just the right path or something. I'm worried though, because since he called me then, I haven't heard from him. I called his boss, but he said that the supplier left two days ago. That was a week ago."
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Flea stopped drinking after downing those JagerNukes, and had only later realized that he had walked away from the bartender in the middle of their conversation. Fortunately, the bartender hadn't made a deal of it, and had simply gone on with his business. Since then, he had spent the an hour mulling over data logs from the public neural net in Liberty. Despite his hunter status, he was still only allowed low-level clearance in the house systems outside of Kusari space, so the public logs were usually what he accessed when he had some down time, but was still on duty.

He had been reviewing ship cargo manifestos, patrol reports, and the local news broadcasts, all without looking for one thing in particular. He had a number of things on his mind. First, there was the Junker pilot who possessed a "black box"-type module that had been sent by a now-missing reconnaissance force from somewhere beyond the Omicron systems. The man had eluded several attempts to capture the module, and rumors circulated that he was still looking to make a sale. Next, there was the search for a number of WLB pilots whose ships had simply disappeared in the Sigma systems, later leaving wreckage that lacked any escape pod remains. Lastly, there was the most immediate threat of the outlaws who had been behaving with increasing boldness. Small-scale invasions of house space were slowly becoming more than a rarity.

Having found nothing of note, he looked up at the bar from his table and was surprised to see a man at the bar whose dress suggested that he was a high-ranking LSF officer. He hadn't worked with many LSF officers outside of spacecraft, so he wasn't able to identify the man by his appearance alone. Instead of butting in, Flea simply decided to sit and watch. He was only a lieutenant in the WLB himself, whereas this man was clearly a higher-up in the LSF, maybe a fleet admiral.

The gears in his head started to turn. I have a feeling we've met, friend, but unless I get an idea of what's brought you here, I won't be making the first move. He looked back down at his datapad, lowering the backlight brightness until he felt comfortable looking back and forth between the screen and Zeta's conversation with this LSF man.

Patience was one of the few things that he was glad his special ops work had instilled in him, and judging by the veiled concern on Zeta's face, any information he could gather would be worth the trouble.
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After returning to the Colorado system for the millionth time in my travels it seems, I decide to make a pit stop at Tanya's Base, on of the few places I actually enjoy visiting. They keep it clean, the people friendly (somewhat), and the places fun. I activate my comms systems and hail the private docking sector. "Station 2314: Tanya's Base, this is Freelancer: Omega 1-0, I am requesting clearance to dock." I pause for a moment before recieving the reply. "Freelancer: Omega 1-0, you are cleared to dock. Welcome back, Zero." It's always good to hear that the people we pay actually take time to learn our names... I land in a private hangar bay owned by the S31 (Section 31) group. After landing my fighter, I unhooked my neural uplinks and hopped out of the cockpit, the metal boots thudding against the polished titanium flooring. I began to walk down to the main hall, the signs gleaming brilliantly in the artificial and direct lighting. One in particular caught my eye, reading "Tekagi's Tavern." "This should be interesting..." I think to myself as I meander down the sleek long corridor. The further I progressed, the better I felt about this place, even as the lights began to dim as I neared my destination.

As I approach the outer entrance to the tavern, a bouncer stops me, asking for my ID. He looks like the typical fellow who's all hyped up about his profession, or lack thereof, wearing sunglasses and clothes that made him look bigger than he really was. "You know who I am," I say and attempt to proceed inward. He holds his arm out in front of me. I halt in place and spin on my right heel to face him. "Yeah, I know who you are," he says with a snicker. "You're also under the legal drinking age." "And...?" I ask casually, with my neural link to my combat suit signaling a chargeup in one of the power cells. I could feel the power slowly leaving my body, channeling slowly like a steady trickle into the cell. "15% Charged" my HUD implant reads in the top right corner of my view, as I lower his arm with my right hand. "Well," he begins, "according to Liberty law, you're not authorized to be in an area vending alcoholic beverages under Section B - Paragraph 2." "75% Charged" my HUD reads. "So, what you're saying is that you won't allow me access to this place simply because I was created 18 years ago? I hope you can come up with a better excuse. You, my friend, of all people should understand that I don't take kindly to restrictions." "100% Charged" my implant states, the notice flashing in its corner. "I'll be generous and look the other way if you'll reconsider," I state. "Negative," he replies firmly. "I can't allow you to..." he starts, staring at my sheathed right hand now resting on his chest right over his heart. I could feel it beating heavily with uncertainty. "Have you ever heard of personal space, buddy?" he asks, obviously annoyed at this point, my hand still resting on his chest with myself standing there facing him, smiling. "Clear..." I chime... But nothing happens. The security system alarms are going off at this point, as Jim says "Out" and points towards the door, as another door is closing in front of the bar, barring entrance.

From the other side of the bar, Zeta calls as the alarms silence and the door rises, "Jim, let him in. Now that he knows how well the system works, he won't try anything again.

The alarm goes silent as I enter. Each implant which could be used as a weapon suddenly went offline, silent in its new state. I could still transfer power into parts of my body, but why bother when this alarm most likely affects all weapons? I even lost connection with the retractable blades above my wrists, leaving them locked in their places. I walk into the bar to find Mind off at another table with a few other known names scattered about. I wasn't up for starting anything in this place, especially after the apparent "neutral ground" (if there ever was such a thing) had been set. The dim lighting reflected off my urban-camo colored metal armor, casting a reflection towards the bar. I figured I might as well take a seat. Mind was busy with a datapad and I didn't feel like disturbing him. More than likely the patrons come to be left alone. I came to enjoy myself after the usual day's work of pillaging the wrecks of countless freelancers. I sit and ask for a pint, whatever was on tap.

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As Zeta is dicussing the issue with the Admiral, the security alarms start going off, that follows an attempted attack. Zeta jumps up as Jim has a shocked look on his face, and was about to throw the kid out. "Jim" Zeta calls as cancelling the alarms from his datapad, "Let him in. Now that he knows how well the system works, he won't try anything again." Zeta looks at one of the waitresses, "Give him a glass of water, nothing more" Zeta had been looking for an example of the AHC built system, and now he had it. "Wow, it actually does work." He says to Vesko.
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After a long needed break from his move to the Sigma system Alpha Wolf walks into the bar he is rested somthing he has not had since he can remember. Alpha scans the room and see's that all eyes are on him and he wonders just how many of them will hold a grudge and thinks well it does not matter. Alpha Wolf checks in his weapons at the locker and finds a table he looks at the goofy looking bar tender and orders whisky and states leave the bottle. He thinks things are a little to quiet around here maybe a brewing war which would mean money for him as he drinks his whisky he can't shake the feeling that he is being watched Alpha finishes the bottle and gets up to leave at that point he scans the room and notices that he is being watched, Well no matter he thinks as he gets his weapons time to go drum up some work.
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Zeta gives Alpha his usual, noting a slight change in mood as Alpha entered. Zeta leaves the bottle like he usually does, Blood Wine if he had remembered correctly, as Alpha was the only person who ever drank the stuff. In fact, the only reason he ever bought it and the WLB Brew was because it was so cheap in bulk. Zeta smiles at him, mostly just to irk him, and then makes his way back to Adm Vesko's table, and picks up his datapad. "Give it some thought sir and let me know." Zeta walks back up to the bar and grabs a rag, then makes his way cleaning up the empty tables.
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After getting handed a simple glass of water from the waitress, I take a small sip while sitting at my barstool. I pull up a readout of the water on my HUD and set the glass on the counter. "98% H2O - .5% Al - .75% F - .75% C." "Humph..." I mumble to myself. "Typical tap water." I roam over to the nearest potted plant and empty the glass into it when nobody is looking. I carry my glass with me and take a seat at a table in the corner, the metal wall at my back. I begin to run my finger around the rim of my glass as I think to myself. What could Mind have had on his datapad? What was on the pad that the bartender gave to the Admiral? I reach into my right leg's cargo pocket and pull a flask from it, filling my glass with the clear liquid without the notice of the patrons or staff. "What?" I think with a chuckle. "What did they think I did with all that stolen WLB alcohol? Sit on it?" The waitress approaches from the far side of the room. "Would you like anything else?" she says with a smile. "No thank you, ma'am," I reply with a slight smile. "Wow!" she exclaims. "I never believed that anybody like you would actually be polite. With each outlaw I've met here, they all seemed a little too... well, it's difficult to explain." A puzzled look appears on her face. "I understand what you mean. I do live around them in Elohim," I say with a giggle. She nods, saying "Let me know if you need anything else," as she wanders off toward the other customers with a smile. "Pretty thing," I think to myself. "18? 19? 21? Bah! It doesn't matter." I toss the thought aside for now. I have more important things to do.

I take a big gulp of my drink and lean back, closing my eyes for a moment. The blue glow from my HUD shines within my eyes, giving me a perfect view of the main subsystems. I give it the command to give me a status report on all remaining and operational systems, each inactive system greyed out and dimmed.

- Stealth Field Generator - (WARNING: Minimum Power)

I can't think of anything I could possibly use this for. I could supply it with my energy, but I would be drained extremely quickly and need to rest after about 6 seconds. That's enough to get out of a tight situation if I move fast enough, but not enough to remain camoflaged to take a shot, assassinate a target, or steal something. Besides, what would I want to take? The lockers are sealed by fingerprint and I've got more money than I know what to do with to have the need to pick pockets. I have weapons of my own, anyhow. There's a SMG collapsed on my left leg, and heavy pistol collapsed on my right. Neither will unfold when I pull them off and activate them. The security system was quite thorough in it's tactical pulse. It'd probably do the same with my armor/shield-piercing sniper rifle and heavy machine gun. I didn't even bother to take them from their holsters in my modified FA-27c fighter.

- Kinetic Defense Barriers - (Offline)

My suit's shield generators cannot continue without the suit's main power generator. I have my own personal defense barrier that I can generate, but it's only strong enough to deflect small arms and take a few hits from heavy weapons. Without those shields, I'm more vulnurable than I'd like to be.

- Off-Site Data Mine Suite - (Active)

That's always a fun one! It enables me to hack into and download data from any source within range and without notice or detection. It's never failed before and has got me out of more tight situations that I'd care to count. Maybe I could use that on the datapads? Mind's datapad is out of the question. He left shortly after I'd arrived. The admiral, however, was still seated at the other side of the bar. "I'll try it in a moment," I mumble to myself as I take another gulp of my drink, nearly draining the cup. I continue to review the mods in my implants.

- Motion Detector - (Active)

Well, at last count, I picked up between fifteen and twenty-seven people in total occupying the bar with random people moving about outside the establishment. Nothing really important there. It'll continue to actively pulse and scan every second, but I can't really use it for anything more than passive defense from the minute dangers here in this station.

- Combat Stimulation Centers - (Active)

That'll simply dump stims and boosters into my body during hand-to-hand combat. Being that there's a block on all weapons in the bar, I'd probably have the upper hand in a fist fight. I might be impressive at it, but it'd be pointless to start something with so many people in the room. "If someone wants to fight, they can come to me, otherwise, I'll mind my own buisness," I think to myself as I finish the contents of my glass. Great WLB liquor, that.

I shut down the unfinished menu as I open my eyes. "I'll check the others later. A full diagnostic will take a bit," I mumble to myself. I look about the room again, scanning for the admiral. "Ah! There he is!" I say to myself. I was too late for it to be with him, however. He had passed it back to the bartender. I tried to locate the datapad and found it sitting in a small square holster on his right leg. Now knowing where it had gone to, I still found myself within range at my table. I began to focus on it, it's screen currently offline. The access decryptor begins firing off all possible access codes, giving me access. My purpose in hacking is to gain information, not alter or shift in any way. If it comes to that, then it would give me away or leave a fingerprint of some kind, noting changes in files. The system begins to pull data and download it into my off-site data storage implant. After it's done, I pull out of the system, leaving it untouched and unedited, giving no notice of changes or unregistered access.

I hop up from my table, handing my empty glass to the waitress and thanking her for a pleasant stay and decent service and left a small tip. I headed back out the door and gave the bouncer a smile. He continued to give me a scowl as I shrugged and continued down the hall towards the S31 docking bay. I don't see why he'd be upset with me. I'd only nearly ended his life. Nothing more.

Upon arriving at the docking bay, I enter my access codes and enter the fighter quadrant. My ship is still in perfect order and exactly the way that I left it. I signal it to open the hatch and hop inside, putting my pistol and SMG into their holsters to charge and reset. I lean back into my seat as its spine fires its connection spikes into my back, intertwining with the control implants. My systems reset and come alive again on my HUD. A new message began to flash in the upper right corner, its priority labeled as "urgent". I opened it, reading "Quorum Member Zero, your new command ship has been constructed at Tchatcha and is awaiting your arrival. We are relenquishing control of APG-Lightrider to your command. This ship may be used at your discretion. Use it well and remember that we take no prisoners and leave no witnesses. - Theron" I believe that that's possibly the only way to complete an op. I've never strayed from that method in the past and don't plan on it in the future. I cannot wait to outfit my new gunboat. I even have my own plans currently set for its use!

I begin to access and sift through the newly-acquired data that I copied in the bar. It mentioned something about a signal with no data of origin and no distinguishing factors. What's it supposed to mean? I'd never seen or encountered anything like it in the past. Perfectly useless material. A waste of time. I discard it in the archives of the ship's onboard storage systems. It was time to leave. "Navigolus!" I address the ship's navigation AI, "Chart the path to Tchatcha. We will arrive within the hour!" I begin the departure routines and exit the hangar bay doors. "Freelancer Omega 1-0: You are cleared to leave. Good hunting out there, Zero!" the bay command relays over the comms.

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Alpha Walks back into the bar after a day of working for hire but it was not enough to pay his support for the many children he has in all systems. And he looks at the bartender and orders whisky and tells him I mean whisky anything else will get you shot. Alpha sits down and thinks to himself (self) it is way to quiet maybe it might be time to kill an LSF and blame the Outcasts for it or kill and outcast and blame the hunters for it that would bring in the work and the credits yes he thinks that would be the ticket for sure. As he sits there this fine looking women walks in and he thinks WOW but as she gets closer he knows why it is Spirit and there is nothing finer than her. Alpha thinks if only but then he thinks no that would be more women than your tired old bones could handle with that he finishes and gets up and leaves.
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Having planned on talking to the kid that set off the alarm earlier, Zeta frowns as he sees the kid up and leave. As Zeta grabs the bottle for Alpha Wolf, he grabs the blood wine by habit, but remembers that he wanted whiskey... "Odd" Zeta thinks out loud. Zeta goes back up to the bar and pulls up the security vid for the bar, curious about that kid. Zeta thinks to himself, "There's no way someone like him can get 'shut down' like that and be a good sport." Zeta laughs aloud when he sees the kid switch out the water for something from his own flask. "Oh well, technically he didn't get caught." Zeta pulls up the log of the encounter between this kid and the bouncer, Jim. After reviewing, Zeta frowns and locks the terminal, then throws the rag off his shoulder and storms across the bar to Jim.

"Jim!" Zeta shouts out loud, not caring about the people who suddenly went quiet. As he gets closer, Zeta says, "Jim, I went through this with you when I hired you. You are not at your old place of work anymore, this place works differently. The legal drinking age in here is eighteen. Your lucky that the system even worked to save your butt." Zeta lowers his voice to a level he hoped others wouldn't here. "Especially knowing the things that are going on with Beta, you need to be more careful. Reread the book I gave you." With that Zeta walks back to the bar and goes into the back office.
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Nobodie was still waiting for the man who supposed to meet him right at the place he was sitting. Atleast he thought that place was right. 5th table on the left... "Wait a second. On the left looking from what perspective... the bar table or entrance.. " Nobodie was comfuzed. He felt increase of his body temperature under the shirts, Corsair suit, and robe he wore. For a second, he even felt dizzy. "God damn it they better had invested more money into air conditioners than that radiation filter! As if it made any difference.. " He said to himself and decided to order another glass of water.

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nobodie was desperately trying to get attention of the waitress, who it seemed, spent more time near Liberty officers table that anyone else present in the bar.

"Cheap flirt" he thought.
Nobodie was angry and very annoyed. His mouth was dry, he was hot, the presence of hunters was driving him crazy, the man wasnt there and waitress was clearly doing what she was not paid for!! "When the hell will he show up!?" "ARRRR!!" growled nobodie quickly putting Borg Artifact off the table in his inside pocket and leaving his table. He decided to have a chat with the Bartender so he wont look too suspicious sitting there for the last couple of hours alone. While he was walking towards the bar Alarm went off for a couple of seconds and he even thought... ah nevermind. Half of the bar were having a laugh at some fools playing games. Nobodie didnt care. He took a sit over the bar and ordered ice cold water.

WLB officer made his way to the bar too, engaging bartened in a conversation. Nobodie straitened the hood of his robe and turned away from the hunter.

Another man walked into the bar. He had huge briefcase and was wearing white silk scarf. The man looked very calm, but there was something unnatural about him that caught nobodies attention. Something, rather.... mysterious. He almost choked as he noticed that man unscrewing light bulb over his table and disappeared in the darkness.

"IT MUST BE HIM!" sensational thought filled nobodies mind and he quickly finished his glass.

One thing he could not understand though, was why that man took a sit over the wrong table? Sure, precaution did not hurt anyone, but the faster they will make the deal, the faster they will leave this unsecure place! He decided it was time to act, despite the fact that some High rank LSF executive proudly entered the bar showing off his rank medals. "Another Libertonian Scum" thought nobodie with disgust. "Would be a good idea to lure all high ranked Liberty officials at a place similar to this and blow the whole damn base into pieces. Or feed him alive to my mutant sharks." Muhuhahhahaha

Another disturbing, but this time fun and pleasant image, of helpless, screaming LSF Admiral being ripped apart by a giant mutated shark appeared in his mind as he laughted to himself.

So here he was, approaching the table of the person wearing white silk scarf, who he was sure he was supposed to meet. Nobodie took a sit in front of the dark silouette, Not even asking for permission. He was too pissed at the man, to be a manners person now.

He slightly leaned towards his new friend and silently asked, with evil grin
"Do you have it?"

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In the time he'd decided to wait and watch the LSF official, Flea had noticed a few odd fellows coming and leaving. The first had been a younger man. He looked twenty at the oldest, and his clothing just seemed very strange. The young man had been given a cup of water and went to take a seat. It was moments later that Flea caught a whiff of a smell he knew all too well. It was that of WLB liquor, a particular variety that wasn't typically shipped or sold by the WLB, but remained legal in the house systems. Flea figured that the young man had snuck it in and replaced his water with it, since no one else had made so much as a sad face about what they'd been served. Under more typical circumstances, he'd have investigated the smell, since drinkers of that particular variety were usually friends to the WLB. However, this time wasn't going to be such a case; He simply didn't feel like worrying about it today.

He then noticed another man at the bar, asking for whiskey. The bartender's momentary confusion was obvious, but the bottle came quickly enough, and the man took his drink. He had then noticed that the young man was leaving. Strange kid. For a moment, he felt old. He'd certainly seen enough death, corruption and carnage to last a lifetime, yet he was young, and had somehow lived through it all. His head was still just a little hazy from the JagerNukes he'd downed earlier. Thankfully, the blur in his head rescued him from his grim reminiscing. He would need to leave soon, or at least report in with WLB Command. He looked to the door, then thought about the last time he'd flown drunk in Liberty space. Best wait to leave until I'm completely sober. Don't want to go crashing into another freighter. Not here in Liberty, or anywhere for that matter.

He'd almost forgotten about the man in the LSF garb at the bar, but noticed him again, and remembered that he'd been watching him for the last couple of hours. The man wasn't moving, and was now at the bar by himself, drinking some WLB brew. "Well, I've got better things to do than to just sit here like some fool drunkard."

He rose from the table and approached the man in the LSF uniform. "Pardon me, but I noticed that the bartender was talking with you about something earlier. He'd looked nervous about whatever it was. Anyway, is there anything I could do to help?"
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Spirit walks into the bar, turns in her guns at the door, looks around at all the people inside and spots an empty seat over in the corner of the room. She walks over to the chair, removes her jacket and places it on the back of the seat before sitting down.
"Bartender, could i please have a drink, any drink will do as long as it is not cheap."
As she sits there looking around, she watches one of her old business acquaintances get up and walk out. She recalls working for him and his pirate group on several occasions, before they got out of that game and became freelancers. Looking over at the bar, she realises that the bar tender is still sat in the back office, she raises her voice a little higher so the bartender can hear her. "BARTENDER".
She watches as Zeta comes out of his office. "Bartender, could i please have a drink, any drink will do, as long as it is not cheap. Nice place you have here, i have heard stories of your opening and just been a little to busy to drop by until now."
Spirit sits and waits for her drink..
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Alpha walks back into the bar thinking I must try I have always had the hots for spirit but then he see's her and wants to speak with her but can't get up the courage. And he thinks to himself (self) your are getting soft and old if only you were still a pirate with your blood thirsty ways no one meesed with you. But now you only kill for profit, As he finds a table Alpha can't help but to keep looking at Spirits direction he thinks what a women but he knows that there is no way she would even think of being with a dirty old crusty person such as yourself. Soi he yells to the goofy looking bartender bring me Whisky and blood wine for tonight I am off duty and need to forget things for a bit. Alpha sits and drinks untill he feels nothing but still can't take his eyes of that good looking creature. He gets up and stagers out of the bar and thinks of all the women he has had that one would have made him settle down at that point Alpha goes to his ship to sleep it off.
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While waiting for her drink, Spirit turns her head and watches her old acquaintance walk back into the bar and look at her, she nods her head slightly towards him to acknowledge him, and watches as he sits back down and calls to the bartender.
She keeps glancing over and catching her old acquaintance looking towards her, she thinks to herself "what does he keep looking at, and why does he not come over to speak to me, it's not like we have never spoken before. Ok we have only really spoken about contracts and work, but still, i wonder if he has some kind of issue with me."
Spirit turns her head back to the bartender and continues to wait for her drink...
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As Zeta is locked in his back office, he kept a holo vid of everything going on in the bar. With all of the commotion of attempting to clean and secure the station's security suite, he had forgotten that he had let his three waitresses have this day off. The moment he realized this, he heard the yell of a beautiful, yet forceful voice from the bar. Scrambling to get out of the office, he stopped before letting the door slide open, straightened his clothes, and pushed the button to step out. As soon as he steps out, Spirit says, "Bartender, could i please have a drink, any drink will do, as long as it is not cheap. Nice place you have here, i have heard stories of your opening and just been a little to busy to drop by until now."

Zeta replies, "Thank you, Miss Spirit, it's nice that you stopped by. I think I have a drink that'll work for you." As Zeta grabs a bottle of a slightly aged Rhineland wine and brings it to Spirit. As he sets the bottle down, he hears Alpha Wolf yell, "Bring me Whiskey and blood wine for tonight I am off duty and need to forget things for a bit."

Zeta grabs him his bottles, and hands them to Alpha and walks off to clean a newly empty table.
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Spirit watches as Zeta approaches the table with a bottle in his hand, she says "thank you hun, that will do just fine, this is much needed." She watches as zeta goes to serve another customer and then cleans around a little.
"Ahh.. that is very much needed, thank you bartender, it has been a busy few weeks, non stop work... a mercs life can be such a busy one i guess. But i would not have it any other way *smiles*."

While sitting drinking, Spirit hears a beep from her personal messaging device, she checks to see who is trying to contact her. After looking, she gets up and grabs her jacket off the back of the chair, takes the bottle up to the bar and places it down along with 60 credits and says to the bartender "here you go, please put the rest of this bottle on ice and i hope this is enough to cover it, if not, let me know the next time i come in please. I have to get going, an important job has come up, and it requires my immediate attention. Hopefully i can drop by soon again, see you then and thanks for the drink hun."

Spirit puts on her jacket, goes to the door to picks up her guns and heads to her ship to call her new client to arrange the details of the job.
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