Mark's Space Bar & Bounties

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KrankysFirebrand48 The bartender pushes the man's gun back down towards the floor. Gun safety.

"Unfortunately those are all taken. What did you expect, every problem to revolve around violence?"

He scrubs the inside of a glass out.

"People like you are what's dragging this galaxy into anarchy... shoot first, think latter..."

KrankysFirebrand48

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His enhanced body was filtering out the alcohol as quick as possible.
”Listen here bud. We paid for our guns, we’re gonna use them. No pirates anywhere?”

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KrankysFirebrand48 "There's one... perhaps..."

Captain Bert
A few pirates are patrolling the route, but most notably a pirate captain named "Bert" came past and raided a large freighter that was carrying vaccinations for the space flu to Barnard's Star. If you can knock out bert, you'll make him attone for his crimes. Also be sure to secure some of the containers from the freighter, and deliver them. You'll have lives in debt to you.

KrankysFirebrand48

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He smiled subtly.
"Now we're talking. Now how many quid?"

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KrankysFirebrand48 "200,000 cr, if you can deliver the stolen goods. I don't want you running in guns blazing and nuking the place without considering the importance of what was stolen."

KrankysFirebrand48

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"We can handle extracting those container safely."

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KrankysFirebrand48 (Depart the station and I'll start a thread... pardon the late reply)

Drakador_Chaos

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About a day later, the same grey and red ship returned once more, leaving ftl near the station in a flash of light, heading towards it...
Layla
A couple of faint traces of radiation still emanated from the hull though would likely soon subside, bearing testimony to the Job which had been done, they proceeded to dock and Haswin and Evelyn headed back into the bar once more...

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Drakador_Chaos Surprised, Mark raises an eyebrow at their entry.

"Yah did it?"

ONI

Compilatron Just like that Oliver is gone just after he thanks the man and pays him for the drink.

Drakador_Chaos

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Haswin sat down and nodded.
"Yeah, containers are now... somewhere, but somewhere else at least. Suppose that should count as 'done'."
He put the creditcard on the table and waited...
"By the way do you know any pleace nearby which can fix artifical gravity systems? We´ve had a little... incident."

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Drakador_Chaos "There ain't much out here after the route fell into disarray..." The bartender remarked. "There's a military resupply a few clicks back, but I'm not sure they'll be of much help considering the state of things. If you're up for the gamble, you can try the new guys down at Georgia... but news isn't looking too good."

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Drakador_Chaos The bartender grabbed Haswin's card and swipped it through a machine, blinking a loading symbol for a few seconds, before flashing 50,000 credits on it's screen.

"There's your payment then. It will come through once I can verify you've done the job."

HMS-Hood

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jumbo would float back to the bar, in a hard suit, seeing as his craft had been struck by autocannons and was now a piece of swiss cheese floating around in space with him he carried a cargo crate, it was mostly filled his things but, he did have some of the goods that originally in there, hopefully, he could sell them for something somewhere. As he floated up to the bar he kept a keen eye out for any kind of an EVA port so he could get back onto the station I mean, after all, he didn't want to space the entire docking gantry by prying it open and slipping in

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HMS-Hood Luckily the rear of the station featured a maintenance airlock, bringing him around to the very back of the station. The room was a bit dark, lit only by the starlight entering the windows of the station. There were several barrels - kegs. Must be how the bartender makes his alchohol.

The noise streaming in from a door on the far end of the room signified his exit into the main bar.

HMS-Hood

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jumbo flicks on his floodlights, a handy little thing but weird in practice but, none the less, it still helped he scanned the room and snagged a jug of moonshine and hid it in his crate of things he had along with him before advancing into the main bar, turning off his floodlights as he opened the door into the main bar

"good day old chap, oh, and those pirates won't be bothering you anytime soon"

KrankysFirebrand48

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He stands up with a groan and wombles over back to his ship, throws up in the trash shout, and flies away.

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HMS-Hood Surprised about his method entry, gave a strange look at Jumbo... at least it was moderately entertaining.

"Yah joking right? With a ship like that..."

The bartender opened up his phone for a moment and looked through their DockMaster 2^TM mobile app, with a furrowed brow...

"Uhh... where did your ship go?"

HMS-Hood

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"uh... it's more comparable to swiss cheese now" sighs "not too big of a loss, after all, I hated the damn thing if anything, it saved me a trip to the junkyard"

jumbo would lift the crate and rest it upon his shoulder with relative ease to his actions "So Uh, could I get a drink, preferable a stronger bugger than what you'd regularly give people" jumbo would arch his back at look at the ceiling and crack it "and the chair was too stiff on 'er"

Drakador_Chaos

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Haswin frowned at the mention of the military resupply station...
"Eh, rarely ever made any good experiences with the military, guess I´ll head to that Georgia place."
He seemed to scan the shelves behind Mark with his his eyes, after a couple of moment he pointed, seemingly at random, at one of the bottles...
"I´ll take one of those!"
...however, upon closer isnpection it seemed to be it was a pretty high quality whiskey, the bottle probably looked familiar to Haswin and recognized it that way...
"...so what about those other jobs? Anyone taken them or do I come back after I´ve fixed my ship?"

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Drakador_Chaos "1,200 credits for that bottle. Yah can go and repair an FTL beacon or recover a black box. That's all I got at the moment."

Drakador_Chaos

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Haswin put the credit card back on the table once more.
"Repair as in? You know anything more about that? ...and where would that blackbox be?"
He waved Evelyn over so she could hear about the part with the ftl beacon...