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| Topic Started: Oct 24 2012, 10:04 AM (9,570 Views) | |
| Khei | Dec 11 2012, 02:59 PM Post #41 |
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The barkeep nodded, rubbing his chin in thought for a moment. Aye. You folk's're in luck! Eggs came in fresh this mornin' The diner was left with the sounds of dishes clashing and clinking together as food was being both prepared and eaten. In a far corner a screen that had obviously seen better days flashed between scenes of destruction and the scene of the shuttle crash. A reporter looked to be interviewing some business man who seemed shaken by the goings on. Before long the screen switched to some sob story about a little girl and her lost dog. Soon the bearded man returned with three plates of eggs and what looked to be bacon as well as the requested drinks. Here you go folks. Anythin' else I can getchya? |
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| PMD14 | Dec 11 2012, 03:06 PM Post #42 |
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Cyrus had shuffled across the room to a quiet table that allowed for a view of the front door and had been busy inspecting his leg when the plates arrived. He threw the man an unconvincing smile and waved him away, the food already paid for. His leg was still on fire, possibly with internal damage done from the crash, but he put the thought aside for the time being as Saren took a seat beside him. The old man didn't say anything at first, catching the eye of Joseph at the bar and beckoning him over to them now the drinks had arrived. He dug at the bacon a little with a fork, unsure about what his stomach was trying to say. "We need to get out of the city, no doubt. Long term - off planet. Definitely don't have the coin for it, though, even with the others..." He trailed off there, thinking about the young girl and Remy and Biff. Biff. A complete stranger. There'd been something about the man Cyrus had trusted, but he couldn't fight the urgent to be concerned. "You've got a plan maybe, or are we just on the fly here?" The question was shot to Joseph as he joined them. the old man kept his voice low, finally taking a mouthful of the bacon and thoughtfully washing it down with a mouthful of whatever it was they'd ordered. His throat burned. |
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| Grav | Dec 12 2012, 05:13 AM Post #43 |
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Joseph sat down in silence, removing his coat with a few sighs and taking out the news sheets he'd bought at the last stand. Looking up to the bearded man as their food arrived, his offered the man a quiet nod, then returned his attention to the sheets, unfolding then and scanning through the shifting visuals and text. He didn't touch his food or drink, nor reply to Cyrus or the waiter, instead he was focused on the various news feeds and Cortex flashes on the digital paper in his hands. Scrolling to the top, something caught his attention, a wry smile grew before he turned the paper toward Cyrus and nodded down toward it. "Look familiar?" he asked, indicating the image of Biff beside a string of WANTED tags. He shook his head slowly and his reached out for his drink. "From jail block friends to terrorists, our choice in companions is impressive." He held the drink under his nose for a moment, eyebrows raising slightly at a small sniff, before knocking it back in a single mouthful followed by a small sigh. "Plan." he then stated, rewinding his memory back to Cyrus' questions. "Ain't no mention of us so far. Names, captures, nothing. Doesn't mean we're out of the woods yet." Joseph paused, looking from his friends to the plate of food before him and beginning to carve it up into little, mixed piles. "Not far to my guy, we can head there once it's nice and dark, see if we can't clear some of this up." he mumbled through a mouthful of half chewed food. He swallowed heavy and reached for his drink, frowning as the ice rolled around the empty glass in his hand. "Damn. No point in running just yet." No, he thought to himself, this was all just a little too interesting to head for the hills just yet. Either Lady Luck herself was sitting there with them, or..... the thought trailed off, half lost and confused, the other half now focused on devouring the food that remained on his plate. |
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| PMD14 | Dec 12 2012, 09:55 AM Post #44 |
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Cyrus grunted at the revelation, though the words from Joseph spun his head a little. Remy and Jenna, who he'd only known for a short time now, were off in the wild with some psychopath. The man had bombed somewhere in the city, the news flash had said. Can we trust no one? The old man couldn't tell if it was the food or the guilt, but his stomach turned as he imagined their fate. He felt responsible, again. "We've been lucky, so far. But look where we are." He physically inspected the small shop around them, carefully eying each patron as if to ensure they weren't being watched. "The Captain of that ship, he's dead. That young woman, she's dead. We're split, we're lost, we're on the run. I don't..." He trailed off again. It had been a long time, perhaps even before the war, since Cyrus had felt so empty. Broken. Lost. He didn't have the direction that he had grown accustomed to. "Your contact. He... or she... they'll be able to get us some place off world?" |
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| HeaterDee | Dec 12 2012, 02:12 PM Post #45 |
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When the bar man had returned with their meals, Saren's eyes light up. It felt like days since she had eaten - it probably had been knowing how bad she was doing before she met up with Cyrus and the others. Saren tried to be as polite to the man as possible, but her appetite got the better of her. The moment he placed the eggs in front of her, they were gone in a matter of minutes. After the eggs were gone, her stomach still felt empty, so she beckoned the bar man over once again. As he was making his way over, Saren started to go through her pack in search of some more credits. The man was standing in front of her before she had managed to get them out of her bag. "I'm sorry to be a pain, but would I be able to get another plate of eggs? Or maybe just some bread? I'm awfully hungry...", She said as she looked back down to her pack to get out some of her credits. ""Is this enough?" She asked, hoping she didn't have to get any more out. All the while she was asking for more food, Saren was completely oblivious to what Cyrus and Joseph were talking about, and frankly she wasn't in the state to care. Her bones ached from the crash, and she felt weak from hunger, and not to forget what she smelt like! She hoped they'd be moving on to somewhere where she can stop and rest for a while, but she had a feeling that was off the table. |
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| Grav | Dec 17 2012, 02:57 AM Post #46 |
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Joseph nodded along as Cyrus spoke, finishing off the last of his food with a satisfied sigh and relaxing back into his seat. He watched Saren get in another round of food, prison food must not have been to her liking he thought with a grin. Turning his attention back to Cyrus, he gave the man and unimpressed stare. "Well if this is our luck holding, I'd hate to be there when it runs out." Leaning forward, he hushed his voice slightly. "This is just how it is. Folks die everyday - usually for no gorram reason. Can't let that be the death of us and all…." he paused, smiling to one side and adding "…excuse the pun." then glanced back to Cyrus. "Those weren't the first bodies on this path were on, and they sure as hell won't be the last. All we can do now is keep going, handle shit as it comes, one thing at a time." the smile had long faded from his face, his voice was low, relaxed. "My guy, goes by Ezkrabah apparently now, last I saw his was just an intel guy, not too sure what kinda op he's got going here though. At the very least he'll be able to answer a few questions for us, point us in the right direction. Beyond that? Well I guess you better hope to hell that this lucky streak keeps goin'." He ended with an unusual smile, leaning back into his seat again and looking out one of the nearby windows. It was getting darker, almost dark enough to be on their merry. |
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| PMD14 | Dec 20 2012, 09:19 AM Post #47 |
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The old man nodded, understanding his companions words, and stayed silent for a long while after. He looked intently over Saren, over the patrons around them, thinking about their options and the possibility of them getting caught. It seemed they could trust very few people at this junction, but Joseph had led them this far. "Right. I say we get moving, then." He massaged a bit of feeling back into his leg and nodded to Saren, who'd finished scoffing down a second helping of whatever it was they'd been served. "Shall we?" Then to Joseph, "If you trust this fellow, that's enough for me. I've got no direction otherwise, so lead on. I'll get the bill." He gestured across the diner to the bearded man, indicating that they were ready to leave, and tossed a small bundle of cred notes onto the table before he got a response, nodding to the owner politely. |
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| Khei | Dec 20 2012, 01:14 PM Post #48 |
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The bearded man nodded happily as he accepted the creds from Saren. Sure thing Darlin'. Second helpin' comin' right up! Before long he returned with another dish of food. After another polite nod he was off again to his post behind the counter. He paid little heed to the three as he catered to other patrons until Cyrus motioned to him. He made his way over and accepted the money with a smile. Y'all take it easy now out there. Have a good night Ma'am. Gents. He gave them a quick wave on their way out as he returned, once again, to his post to wipe the bartop and listen to the endless jabbering from the old codger who hadn't moved from his seat during the entire time. |
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| PMD14 | Dec 20 2012, 01:41 PM Post #49 |
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Cyrus took the lead, opening the glass door of the diner for his companions and then heading out to the street himself. The crowds were still there - thinner, but present - and he couldn't see any sign of the patrolling guards from earlier. A random sweep, maybe? It was getting darker and most of the businesses would be closing up soon. The cover of night was bittersweet - perhaps it'd hide them some, but it'd likely also heighten suspicion. Either way, they had few choices. The group needed information and they needed somewhere safe to stay. So far, this contact Joseph had offered up was their gateway to both of those things. Hopefully. "Lead the way." |
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| Grav | Dec 22 2012, 12:49 AM Post #50 |
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"Trust?" Joseph asked as he rose from the table after Cyrus. He considered this for a moment before continuing out after the man. "Wouldn't go that far." he added with a smile. As they stepped out in the cooler, night time air, he reached down and began closing his jacket up. "Not like we got any other choice though." he muttered to himself but loud enough for the others to hear. He quickly patted himself down, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. Once everything appeared to be accounted for, he offered Cyrus a swift nod and headed off past the man down the street. Joseph had burned the address into his mind, roughly knowing the area. This wasn't his first time on the planet, though much had changed since the war. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, keeping his head down as the group made their way through the darkening streets. Stopping at the corner of a branching street, he glanced up at the glowing outlines of street names etched into the sides of the buildings. He leaned forward, peering around the corner to his right, before looking back to the others. "This way." They continued on, quickly moving between the emptying main streets and the abandoned alleys which linked them. At one point a trio of Alliance marched up behind them and straight past, not a word uttered. Again Joseph looked to his companions, a subtle grin playing across his face as he indicated a building off to the left hand side. He stopped opposite it, dropping back into a doorway and letting his figure fall into shadow as the Alliance patrol continued on and out of sight. "Lucky day." he muttered to Cyrus before looking up at the building across. It had no signs, or anything to explain what was contained within. Low profile anyway. "Looks like the place." he said quietly, rooting around his pockets until he pulled out folded, leather wallet. "This guy shoudn't be much trouble. Don't get me wrong, will bug the hell outta ya, just have your senses of humour ready." Joseph smiled as he spoke, his thoughts jumping back to a long forgotten moment before popping back into the present. "Ready?" |
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| PMD14 | Dec 23 2012, 09:27 AM Post #51 |
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Cyrus followed quietly as the trio moved down the cold streets, keeping Saren by his side the whole time as they walked in silence. Upon arriving at their so called destination, the old man grunted quietly as he spotted the building before their tour guide announced it. The place was fitting. With no sign of another nearby soul, let alone a cop, he was at ease - at least, as much as was possibly, all things considered. "After you, then. Money won't be a problem here?" He felt into his own pants pocket, scrounging together some Credit notes he could find there. |
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| Grav | Dec 25 2012, 03:25 AM Post #52 |
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Joseph quickly shook his head. "I got this one." he said in response to Cyrus and moved across the empty street. Moving up against the door, he tried to get a glimpse inside but had little luck with the reflective windows. Plastering on a friendly smile, he reached out and pulled the the door open. His first senses of the interior were odd, it was the smell that caught him first, some oddly tangy taste to the air. He licked his lips and took a few steps inside, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darker than usual lighting. Looking around in an arc, he took the immediate room in. Small, a few cushions on the ground for those waiting, half faded posters on the walls promising access to all 10 senses and other such nonsense. No sign of anyone though. Off to his left lay a small desk, on it sat a ledger of visitors and an old bell. Joseph made his way over to it, glanced over his shoulder once more, and then gave then thing a tap and waited. |
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| Khei | Dec 27 2012, 02:07 PM Post #53 |
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From the back, a clatter of objects crashing to the ground followed by a string of curses preceded the entrance of a haggard looking man who looked to be in his late forties. Whaddya want! Can'tchya all read! Sign says closed! I.. He cut himself off as his eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment. He shook his head and looked more closely at Joseph, narrowing his eyes before a look of suspicion mixed with recognition washed over his face. Joe.. Joseph? That you? Long time no see! How ya been ya ol' dog! Come in! Come in! Take a seat! What can I do fer ya? |
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| Grav | Dec 29 2012, 06:34 AM Post #54 |
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Joseph stiffled a smile and took a tentative step toward the man. He was dressed in coloured robes and carried the various signs of the old Earth-That-Was religions. In other words, he looked a bit ridiculous. "Certainly been a few." he said, extending an arm toward the man and shaking his hand firmly. "Course, the less we see each other, usually for the better." he then added, the grin finally breaking through as the two seperated. "Reckon we've landed ourselves in a hot place." Joseph said, glancing around to Saren and Cyrus at either side of him. "Thought you might let us know exactly how hot?" As he spoke, Joseph turned and leaned down on the counter, offering his old friend an otherwise unseen flicker of the eyes. The two briefly entered into a silent, split second converstation of the eyes, before Joe stood back to full heigth with a low sigh. "Anything you can say to me, they might as well hear too." he said, hoping to put his friend at a little more ease. "But we'd prefer keeping it at that?" He let the comment linger as his eyes darted about the room questioningly. |
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| Khei | Jan 2 2013, 06:28 PM Post #55 |
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The man nodded and gestured for everyone to have a seat on the far side of the room where there was a couch and a couple of overly padded chairs. Once seated the man rubbed his hands together and began tapping at a cortex screen while he spoke. Lots of interesting things are afoot in the 'Verse. Oh Yes. Lots of things. Rumors of something called Project Rebirth. All just rumors though. According to the Feds anyway. Nobody seems to really know anything though. He paused for a moment before continuing. But enough about rumors. Why dunchya tell me what yer story is then and I'll see what I can tell ya. The man still had a glazed look to his eyes. He knew more than he was telling but Joseph had expected as much and played along. What can you tell us about the Red Dawn? Or about some vials that she was carrying? The man looked at Joseph as if to solve some puzzle he was just faced with. She's hot on the grid. Someone's looking for her. the Feds? No.. She's of little interest to the Feds.. or Blue Sun. No.. this is a much darker force. And the vials? I know nothing of her cargo. All I know is someone's looking for that ship. There's mention of another ship, the Horizon. No other info on her. The man was becoming visually agitated with the conversation. Well who is looking for the Red Dawn then? Why do you want to know so much about that ship? Because we were on that ship and we need to know just how hot this is You.. were ON the Red Dawn?!! get out.. What? Wait. Why?! This conversation is over! Get OUT! Get out before you bring down destruction on us all! You have no idea just how hot this can get! GET OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT! With crazed vigor, the man forced the trio back out onto the street, quickly locking the door and disappearing into the back of his shop once again. Left with more riddles and less answers than they started out with, the group resigned to a grungy broken-down motel where they held a low profile until they could reach the Rusted Anchor to wait for their friends. When the time came, they made their way, easily enough, to the pub where they took to a back table and ordered some drinks. Aside from the barkeep the place lay empty. Just as well. They didn't want to attract any attention. Their friends did enough of that for them. Almost late, they were greeted by Biff, Remy, and Jenna bursting through the front doors and diving for cover just as the first wave of gunfire rang through the air, sending the barkeep into the back. Joseph, Cyrus, and Saren were left with no choice but to flip the table and use it as a shield as bullets buzzed by at frighteningly close proximity. Joseph grunted with a frown toward Biff who was a ways off, shielded by another table along with Remy and Jenna. Who the hell did you piss off?! TO BE CONTINUED |
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