TYCHO Blowing off Steam

Discussion in 'Open Roleplay' started by Morne du Plessis, Feb 19, 2018.

  1. Morne du Plessis

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    The UNN Nathan Hale had demanded they stop once it picked them up on its scopes leaving Phoebe. At that point Du Plessis had expected the worst. He was still of a mind that the soldiers that had destroyed the Digression and attacked them were from Earth. If they weren't UN they were some other shadowy militant force.

    Then the Martian stealth ship they had picked up lingering in the region had fired a full complement of tactical nuclear warheads. Phoebe had been annihilated in a brilliant flare that would trigger sensors across the system.

    The UN ship hadn't much bothered with them after that.

    Arriving at Tycho they had followed full decontamination procedures. A separate ship had been set up for them to be scrubbed down head to toe. Their clothes, belongings and even the dead bodies they had brought back had been selerately irradiated.

    For all they knew it might have been unnecessary but for all they knew that place had been a bio-weapons lab. At least the Martian warheads had covered their tracks.

    The images of the contorted, burned up bodies still haunted his thoughts. Whilst the Tycho techs - some of the most brilliant engineers in the system - looked over everything they had brought back he had a mind to push those images from his mind.



    Drinking, dancing and probably the night in Tycho's most upmarket brothel would probably do the trick.

    The club was bathed in neon blue. He could feel the music more through the floor than he could hear it.

    And everyone who had gone to Phoebe had unlimited credit at the bar.


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  2. Souzan Afshani

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    The thing that had impressed Souzan the most was the (seemingly) unlimited amount of water she could spent to shower after the decon. It had been the most extensive shower she'd taken in her life, probably a full ten minutes! She had been feeling awkward and overwhelmed at the same time and never felt so clean and fresh as she pulled on a brand new tight black outfit with hotpink applications and matching hotpink soft boots. Looking into the mirror, she was satisfied with her makeup and the freshly shaved and groomed hair.
    "Now work the kinks out of your system." she said to her mirror image and blew herself a kiss, picked up her terminal and shoved it into a pocket at the back of her shorts and left the room.....

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    The largest club on Tycho must have been a repurposed storage area, judging by the sheer size of it. There was quite a crowd and the music was some some bass heave dance that immediately made you move to the rhythm. Souzan worked her way to the bar and checked the list of cocktails on the displays. A barwoman immediately came her way, smiling and enthusiastic, and she ordered some serious Rocketfuel. It was glowing bright yellow and came with a little umbrella, picked into three greenish mushrooms. Souzan settled in, her back casually against the bar and scanned the area for known faces.
     
  3. Morne du Plessis

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    Du Plessis wondered if you were supposed to wear a hazmat suit to drink whatever @Souzan Afshani had in her hand. He wanted a quiet word with her before he was too drunk to hold any serious conversation.

    "Where are you headed after this?" He asked her. "I mean fo work," he clarified quickly, realising that it could be taken to mean after the party.
     
  4. Antumbralite

    Antumbralite Keith Caileanach

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    The soft glow of the terminal was the only light in the room. Keith's eyes were sore with strain, but he did not care. He could not sleep for more than minutes at a time; his subconsciousness always returned him to the events on Phoebe when he tried. Relaxing was out of the question, especially with his near-brush with falling back into the embrace of his Sub-Zero addiction. So, Keith put his mind to use, if only for a sense of distraction, and offered to assist the techs on Tycho with combing over the data that was extracted from the now-eradicated moon.

    The rest of the lot had already clocked out and left, but Keith kept plugging away. They had made a worrying lack of progress thus far; a good portion of the data was corrupted, and the rest was taking longer than usual to break the encryption. Keith was almost envious, even admirable, at the level of security he faced. With time, he hoped he would have a decent packet of information to share with @Morne du Plessis, and, if her pending clearance with the OPA allowed for it, @Elysia. Hopefully it would give the woman some insight into what she was looking for. At any rate, it was a worthy challenge to keep the faces of the dead off of Keith's mind.

    It was a bizarre feeling for him. Death, be it the idea, the sight, the risk, the acceptance -- it was second-nature for most Belters, and it had certainly never fazed him before. But what he and the others witnessed on Phoebe was too surreal for death in the normal sense. It was disturbing, from everything to the way the bodies looked to how the sense of finality just did not seem... well, final. The whole situation was not doing his anxiety any favors.

    The latest pass at decryption was a program Keith had spent the last few hours constructing on the fly, and it alerted him that it had finished its scan with no luck whatsoever. He leaned back in his seat with a heavy sigh, rubbing his eyes with his hands. His irritation was only increasing. He knew his crew mates and the boarding party they accompanied were all likely taking advantage of the open tab du Plessis had given them. Typically, Keith would have been the first in line at the bar to drink away the frustration.

    He just did not feel up for the company.
     
  5. Souzan Afshani

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    Souzan greeted @Morne du Plessis with an enthusiatic casual belter gesture. Going through what they had been through bonded and she somehow didn't see him as that high and mighty boss figure anymore. The fact that he was an OPA hotshot didn't come to her mind, he was just the bossmang she had been riding a tincan with, looting an asteroid.
    And the alcohol helped to

    "Oyeee, bossmang!" she said, cheering with her glass. She chuckled at his question. "Oh... uhm, mi si going back Sirishi... I have my stuff there. But no job right now." she thought back to the events just previous to her departure. "I had to leave, get of radar for a bit, terminated my previous contract." She shrugged belta. "I'll see."

    With the risk pay she did not have to worry in the immediate future at least.
     
  6. Ilona Lisowska

    Ilona Lisowska OPA Saboteur

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    An animal was dying in the cubicle. One could be forgiven for thinking a master torturer was at work.

    Ilona heaved herself up, a titanic effort even in reduced gravity. Vomiting wasn't pleasant, it was especially unpleasant when you could have blobs of vomitus floating around in the air. Thank the stars Tycho had gravity. Well used to it, Ilona had managed to get the majority of it inside the toilet bowl and not on herself.

    Her throat felt raw from the acidic bile that had coursed up it, her diaphragm ached from the stress of puking, her head was pounding like her brain was two sizes too big for her skull. "Kurwa" she managed, slumping down again and leaning against the wall.

    She wasn't the only one who'd overindulged at the bar. Unlimited credit was something no sane superior would have allowed but the OPA were generous after a successful op. She prided herself on an iron stomach but the lanky blonde had suddenly hit the wall mid shot. She'd half lurched, half stumbled towards the toilets before spewing out half the contents of her stomach. She'd come to with her head on the seat, slumped on the floor.

    "O God" she managed to mumble, if there was a deity within earshot, they weren't listening. She felt hot all over and she wiped sweat from her forehead. Maybe just a few more moments dozing here and she'd be alright....
     
  7. Morne du Plessis

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    @Ilona Lisowska @Souzan Afshani @Violet @Dieter Kohler

    Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the crew stumble through the doors of the restroom. There would be more casualties before the night was done. He wasn't intended to be feeling clear of head by the next morning.

    "We have got jobs," he said. A lot of openings had come up. Some of the most lucrative work in the belt was available here on Tycho station and after the infighting he had positions to fill in. Du Plessis couldn't spend every waking hours about being paranoid that it could happen again.

    "We'd need to do some background checks," he said with a shrug. "Dere is good reason for the security yeah? But I think you'd do well here. Don't just mean with a gun," be chuckled. "We are actually supposed to be building the biggest ship in da system. You might have noticed it."
     
  8. Jack Harper

    Jack Harper Professional Asshole

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    Jack was already tired of Tycho, indeed he was tired of the belt in general. Still, Tycho was increasingly becoming a place of interest for the MCR, especially following the death of Fred Johnson. Of course, none of this meant that Jack actually took much enjoyment or pride in his placement, and he certainly took no enjoyment out of dealing with the local populace. He had learned enough that more often than not he could pass himself off as a long-term immigrant to the belt, but his martian heritage was clear, and more often than not he'd met one belter more than a little interested in causing problems for him.

    Still, sometimes going out and hanging around the belters was a necessity, usually when he ran out of booze or cigarettes in his apartment. Strolling into the club, the Martian removed his cigarette from between his lips, flicking ash from it as he made his way through the crowds lit in neon blue towards the bar, shoving past a few belters as he made his way over to take a seat.

    The club was busier than it usually was from Jack's own memory, and briefly his gaze shifted over the crowd, settling for a moment on each of the faces that he did not recognize as regulars, examining each for a brief moment before he turned his attention back towards the bartender. "Whiskey." He ordered plainly, slipping his cigarette back between his lips, and settling in for a long night of drinking.
     
  9. Jacob Dawes

    Jacob Dawes Hollow

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    A glass lingered in Jacob's grip as he stared blankly ahead, his gaze fixating upon a nondescript detail that wasn't all that interesting. Everything became a distant blur whilst Dawes zoned out entirely, oblivious to his surroundings. It was common to see a drink in his hand, nowadays. A shame, really. Though no matter who you were a drink at the end of a long day was always deserved. Dawes was tired, and visibly so. His sunken eyes blinking, once, twice, thrice before being rubbed clean by his left hand. Snapping back to reality with it.

    Jacob rolled over to take a look at the rest of the bar whilst downing what little of the drink remained, the burning sensation taking hold and causing a slight grimace. He never could get use to the feeling. For a brief moment he thought he recognised as face, but he turned back over before he could truly identify. Dawes as a wreck, a disgrace as of now. Nobody from his former life could see this side of him. With any luck he had gone unnoticed.

    The Martian kept his head lowered as the man stopped off just to his left, able to hear his order for Whiskey. That was exactly what he was after, and he needed another drink. Fortunately enough this was a club, and a busy one at that; bartenders certainly weren't scarce or in short supply. Catching the eye of the same bartender who happened to be serving him all night so far, Jacob points at this glass only to have a new one in his palm after a brief exchange.

    @Jack Harper
     
  10. Aurelia Juarez

    Aurelia Juarez Hammer and Nails

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    Another Martian walked through Tycho, but to be fair Aurelia was off duty and took an interest in @Souzan Afshani after their little date on Ceres. Plus, she wasn't exactly eager to get back to the Strident, she figured to put that good ol' alimony money to work and burned up a trip to Tycho. And not for the sights, that was for damn sure. The small and fit figure of the sergeant would've been easier to disguise if it hadn't been for the marine swagger that she walked with. The way her gait swayed it screamed Olympus Mons professional, a small cigarra dangled from her lips the best from Mariner Valley was pulled from her lips. Smoke billowed into a wispy gray as it dissipated into the air, as she entered the bar she picked off the Martians @Jacob Dawes and @Jack Harper, even if she didn't know their names from manners... Hammer and nails, what is this, knock off the Mickey's night?

    Thankfully her little Belter wasn't hard to find, little probably was the wrong word but she shrugged it off and moved through the crowd of dancers like a freight train through rush hour traffic. A hand ran through her hair as the shaved portion glinted in the dim blue lights, "you know I'd ask what a club like this is doing with a girl like you, but then I remembered that's a terrible line." Aurelia didn't care that the Belter was engaged in a conversation with @Morne du Plessis, she might have given him a Mariner hello with a small wave of her hand but that was about it.
     
  11. Luke Jakoby

    Luke Jakoby strapped to an engine, trying to steer

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    "What, so suddenly it's my fault you don't have enough cash for the job you hired me for?"

    Seated in one of the far booths, against the club wall, a small group of individuals argued over the thumping music. The young Earther with the short haircut and simple outfit, leather jacket and such, sat back in his chair and shrugged, shaking his head. He couldn't believe it, the job had been a sure thing - right up until his clients asked to meet to explain a new development in their payment options.

    "We still need your ship for the delivery," Replied a taller Belter, sneer on his face as he leaned close to be heard. "If it doesn't arrive on time, we'll lose something... important."

    "Well maybe you should have thought about that before spending most of the money on clubbing, huh?" Luke Jakoby said, as he pushed to stand up. He was a professional, his ship wasn't just some tour barge to be given donations. "I'm looking for new clients. You have until the end of today to get back to me with the rest of the money you promised, otherwise I'm gone."

    The Belters spoke lowly between themselves, one of them reaching out to grab Luke's forearm roughly. Narrowing his eyes, the Earther reached over, grabbing the guy's hand, squeezing, as he pulled it away from his jacket sleeve. The Belter winced, pulling away, rubbing the hand with the other.

    "Don't grab me, ever," Luke said, voice low despite the music. He pointed to the pair, eyebrows raised. "End of the day. Not a second longer."

    Without another word, the pilot walked to through the throng of dancing beings, sighing as he was jostled and pushed around. While not tall, he wasn't short, either - Luke landed in the middle. In fact, part of the reason he did so well in his chosen profession was that every day quality about him. It was good being able to blend in without trying; especially when you did, and managed to do it even better, sometimes avoiding all kinds of trouble just by being part of the crowd.

    Luke reached the bar, taking a seat several away from a few other guys. Getting the attention of the bartender, the Earther ordered a random drink, running his finger along the menu screen of the bar. He didn't care, really, not when he didn't really have a taste for a drink, he just wanted to drown the bitterness of losing what was meant to be a solid job... and now he was back to square one, and would probably have to accept the lower payment, if another one didn't crop up.

    "Just my frakkin' luck," Luke said as the drink was placed in front of him. It was fancy, neon colored, clearly some kind of cocktail. Maybe he should have picked better. Either way, he picked up the thin glass and gave a mock cheers to himself in the reflection of the bar wall. "Yup. Seems about right. Cheers!"
     
  12. Souzan Afshani

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    Souzan giglled, probalay a bit more intoxicated that she should have when talking to a possible employer
    "Wait, you offering me a job." she needed to think that through real quick. Tycho was a good place, nice cabins, good water and DuPlessis has been coming forward with his risk payment so far.
    "Yeah, hey, why not... uh, wait yeah, the Nauvoo.... yes, you know, I can drive a mech and and all." dammit what had he been talking about again? "I have my own suit too... but you know that. Oh! and I have a vac welder certificate." she was making a point with her index finger.
    She made a wide belter shrug "Can you send me some details? 'Cause I look for a job, sasa, so yeah, maybe we can cut a deal." she smiled and just when she took another sip of the Rocketfuel, she noticed Aurelia and almost spilled it from her nose. The liquer burned.

    "Gahh.. Whisk3y! What are YOU doing at this club."
    Souzan coughed hard a few times but tried to keep her posture, which she managed more or less. she felt a little bit more sober all of a sudden.

    @Morne du Plessis @Aurelia Juarez
     
  13. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Moderating the shipping lanes

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    Captain Buttersworth stood with his hands on his hips gazing up at his ship, a look of concern on his face. The vessel had seen hard times but this time the battle scarring ran deep. Everything on the ventral side of the vessel was scratched, dented or damaged in some manner. The ventral sensor array mounted on the underside of the ship's nose had been ripped clean off, as had many of the support struts holding the cargo bay to the rest of the vessel. The "keel" that contained many of the vessels smuggling compartments has also been shredded, and according to Tycho's technicians, would need to be completely replaced. All of this wasn't even mentioning the cargo that they had to jettison to fit all the OPA idiots they needed to ferry back to Tycho, or the starboard thruster assembly that got blown to smithereens and was probably drifting amongst the ruins of Phoebe, on it's way to a fiery grave in the depths of Saturn. Still, he'd bill Tycho for all of it, and the fuel they spent burning home, plus a hefty bonus for rescuing their sorry arses.

    As he shook his head slowly, the airlock began to flash and the sound of rowdy belter creole reached his ears. Rachel Lei came out from between the slowly parting doors surrounded by a majority of the crew. As they noticed their Captain standing there looking at them, they one by one saluted or nodded at him before moving towards the dock's exit. Rachel looked a lot better, she had showered and changed into what Buttersworth assumed was clubbing wear for people her age, mostly tight, black and shiny with glowing strips of EL wire accentuating the woman's curves. She approached him slowly, a sympathetic half smile on her lips, "She'll be alright Cap, shes seen worse days. De technicians here are some of the best in de system."

    "I know," Buttersworth said, an explosive sigh accompanying the words. "I just hate seeing it in such a state, and letting these creeps onto it to patch it up. If I knew she'd make it back to New Providence I'd just take the cash for the repairs and leave."

    "But how would you get to take advantage of the free bar tab we have running for saving de dzhemang's?"

    "True. That's something I suppose. I'd space a sabakawala for a pint of New Providence Ale..."

    Slapping the man on the shoulder, Rachel turned back towards the rest of the crew, who were hanging awkwardly near the dock's exit ring. "Head up Pampa, come have a drink with us when you're ready." With that she left him. Sighing, he turned back to the Saxon and looked on through the windows as small mechanical drones skittered around its hull, cutting jagged chunks off it and fitted new armour plating, emitting tiny puffs of steam as they went about their task.
     
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  14. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Gunner on the NPS Kanyari

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    The bar wasn't too hard to find, the crew had worked out less than an hour after docking back at Tycho that all they needed was to follow the spray painted OPA signs through the entertainment distract, down through the maintenance levels and then follow the bass. As they approached, the two goons that were with Rachel on Phoebe fell in on either side of her, both eyeing the squad of heavily muscled security that stood outside a vibrating door.

    One of the goons cracked his knuckles loudly in anticipation for a fight, causing Rachel to roll her eyes and push to the front of the group as they neared the bouncers. "Oye kopeng, you're looking mighty angry for the greeting party, you gonna let us in?"

    "Aye, we know who you are Rachel Lei, XO of the Saxon. Just don't start shooting the place up yeah? We like it when our OPA fighters come home."

    "If this is about that little incident with the PCD cannons and Phoebe station, I don't know why you're angry, we saved everyones arses, took out an entire squad of spooks and ferried your boys home in one piece. You should be thanking us."

    "Hah, thats not what we heard."

    "Well you heard wrong kopeng, now you gonna let us in? Or am I gonna have to start letting missiles fly?"

    "Whoa easy now little beltalowda, you and your crew are welcome, just don't get too messy eh?"

    "I'll be the one who tells my crew how messy they get beltalowda."

    The bouncer knocked on the door once and it swung open, bathing the crew in the warm vibrations of the pounding sound system, the heady smells of alcohol, sweat and machine oil wafted out over the threshold. Rachel and the rest of her crew moved in as one and descended the stairs into the heaving dancefloor. "Da koyo de im dzhemang," She said to Nate "The Douchebag" Dobson as they reached the floor. "Alright kids, go have fun, don't kill anyone, other than that I don't give a pashang what you get up to."

    The crew split up leaving Rachel in the centre of the dancefloor. She stood there for a few minutes, bobbing lightly, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the pounding music flow over and through her. After a few minutes she looked around, feeling energised and alert, she decided it was time to take advantage of this bar tab. Walking over and leaning on the bar, she tried to get the attention of one of the belters working behind it. Whilst she waited, she spotted something curious; there were a lot of Martians here. That's weird...She thought to herself, Martians were rare on Tycho, and seeing several gathered in what should have been a exclusive OPA event was highly unusual. She eyed two of them off in particular, they looked especially ill at ease, although they were drinking, which made Rachel even more curious.

    A bartender finally came over to her and lifted their hands in the belter sign for a question. "Two tequilas and a New Providence Ale," She shouted over the music, the bartender raised an eyebrow but turned around and went to fill her order. Tequila was rare in the belt, requiring a decent hydroponic setup, specifically tuned agricultural conditions and most importantly, access to agave plants and knowledge of how to process them. Only two places outside of Earth and Mars produced such a beverage, Ganymede and New Providence Station, and with the loss of the ag-dome responsible for its production on New Providence, Rachel had been craving a decent shot for months now. It would be highly expensive, but she wasn't paying, and thus had nothing to lose.

    The bartender returned with two shots and a perfectly poured pint of ale. She tipped him and turned around to check out the rest of the party. It was full of belters, OPA neck tattoos everywhere, and in the middle of the crowd two women danced furiously in what looked like gym gear. But she wasn't judging, they were having fun, and she should to. But first she had some questions that needed answering. Downing both shots in a row, she walked over to the two Dusters and planted herself in front of them. "Didn't expect to see Dusters here, you feeling like making up for treating us belters like shit for the last century? Or just out to get shit-faced and start a fight aye?"

    @Jack Harper @Jacob Dawes
     
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  15. Aurelia Juarez

    Aurelia Juarez Hammer and Nails

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    Aurelia shrugged as she leaned up with an arm against the bar top, "putting some of my extra cash to good use and using as much shore leave as possible." She added a wink to the end of that and when the bartender asked what she was havin', "Cracked Core." Cracked Core was a bit of a fireball mixed in with a sweet liquor and something akin to vodka out in these parks. "Besides, I thought I'd follow up on the second round with my favorite Belter."

    Now, it happened to be that the club was small.

    It also happened to be that the word Duster was a bit of an itch.

    She closed her eyes and shifted her head so she could hear that voice say Duster one more time. Just one more time, a closed fist against the bartop and Aurelia reminded herself she was on shore leave and starting a fight here would just lead to trouble. Besides, here she was all the way from the beautiful red ball of fire just to see @Souzan Afshani, and still - Aurelia was only all too grateful when her glass Cracked Core arrive.

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  16. Morne du Plessis

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    Apparently her friend had arrived and given him a cursory wave. Perhaps the situation had been misread and she thought she was trying to cut in between Souzan and an unappreciated suitor.

    Morné was a belligerent type at the best of times. Right now he wanted to get this business done quickly. He wanted to drink his brain into silence and he wasn't intending to be coherent enough to talk shop beyond the next half an hour.

    He offered the newcomer a thin smile and returned his attention to Souzan. If she chose to ignore him for her old friend she could always find other employment.

    "Here's what we got," he raised the terminal on his left forearm, tapped a few soft keys and flicked the data in her direction. "We have enough openings. Let me know what you want just now and I'll look in the morning." He shrugged. "Afternoon."
     
  17. Esper

    Esper Captain of the Spitfire

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    Caution. Always caution. Weaving her way around the outskirts of the dance floor, Esper avoided all human contact. She was light enough on her feet to 'dance' around any accidental touch. Of course, she didn't trust any touch to be accidental. A bustling loud place like this was perfect for pickpockets or for wandering hands. Neither of which she desired, and both would elicit retaliation on a scale that was probably over-the-top. Esper had grown tired of not controlling her own destiny, and now that she was on her own path... she took it seriously.

    Moving toward the bar, the clean kept purple-haired woman found who she sought. He hadn't been at one of the tucked away tables, so she knew the second best place to find him. And judging by what she saw, negotiations hadn't gone quite as planned. They were here to secure a job that was promising. A job that would help put food in their bellies. How much did that drink cost?

    Taking the seat immediately next to Luke, Esper stared Luke down. Her expression said it all. What are you doing?

    She sighed heavily and turned to gaze at the crowd that surrounded them. Places like this weren't high on her list. Esper had lists for everything, of course. She quantified everything against how it would affect her and now, consequently, the crew she was joining up with. Unfortunately, for the line of work they were in, they needed to find customers. And this is where Luke claimed was best. Esper remained unconvinced, but was willing to see it through to whatever end would come of it.

    If things weren't going well with the deal he spoke of earlier, she hoped he would stay sober enough to work things out.

    "What happened?" She finally asks. @Luke Jakoby
     
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  18. Luke Jakoby

    Luke Jakoby strapped to an engine, trying to steer

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    With the music thumping, the bodies moving, there was at least some solace to be found at the bar. Not much, as the droves of dancers shuffled back and forth, but enough to feel some space. The cocktail tasted horrible, as Luke sipped the neon drink, tasting very little alcohol and a lot of fruit preservative, and several others things he couldn't identify - was that fuel? Mid-gulp, the Earther caught sight of familiar purple hair beside him, and even without looking properly he could feel Esper's eyes burning into him.

    Something about her just... I dunno, Luke thought to himself as he licked his lip and grimaced, putting the tall glass down. He didn't want to admit he was intimidated, mostly due to her intensity and capability, but that was most certainly it.

    "First, it wasn't my fault," Luke said, as he cleared his throat and ran a grease stained finger over the glass rim, displacing the sour dusting that was there. "I had everything lined up, but the Belters decided to spend a little more than they could handle... which means that they can't pay full rate, more like almost half, but on the top end of half."

    Turning to face Esper, the Earther raised an eyebrow as he gave her a once over.

    "I told them they had til the end of the day to come up with the remaining cash, and if they didn't then we'd look at someone else," And looking back down to the drink in front of him, Luke pointed to it with a wince. "And this has got to be one of the worst things I've ever put near my mouth. And I dabble in engineering."

    Spinning on the seat to face Esper, Luke paused and just took a moment. He rested his palms on his knees, arms straight and shoulders hunched, as he sighed.

    "We'll, uh, we'll see if I can get another client. I doubt it, not one offering that much. But... never know, might get lucky," He said, voice louder than what normally would have been a resigned mutter, due to the music. "If shit hits the core, we'll just take what we can get, and accept the lower amount. But damn if I won't make them owe us something later."

    Perking up, grinning, Luke looked right at the Martian.

    "How's your night been? Any luck?"

     
  19. Jack Harper

    Jack Harper Professional Asshole

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    The number of other Martians in the club had not exactly been noticed by Jack as he settled at the bar with his drink, taking it from the bartender shortly before the belter woman made her way over in his direction. Many things on Tycho irritated Jack, but the uncanny way that he always managed to stick out to the native belters, it was infuriatingly common for Jack to be approached like this, regardless of how much the man tried to avoid even being around belters so much.

    The only thing the woman said that he hadn't expected from the belter was the plural. Turning his gaze to the other figure at the bar she had mentioned, his gaze lingered on the man for a few moments as he drew his cigarette from his lips, putting it out in the ashtray before him as he searched for where he recognized the man from. The thought lingered in the back of his mind, but he forced it from the forefront of his focus for now as he turned his body in his chair to face the woman who had approached them.

    Reaching down, Jack gently took hold of his glass as he took a long drink, feeling the sharp burn of the liquid as it ran down his throat. He smirked as he considered the suggestions she had made, shrugging as he leaned against the bar and watched her closely. "Well, a fight just depends on who wants to get in my face, and just how they want to do it." There wasn't exactly any warning in his tone as he watched the woman, morbidly curious as to the woman's interest.

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  20. Jacob Dawes

    Jacob Dawes Hollow

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    It never ended. No matter how long he had been here, the harassment persisted. Maybe the treatment of the Belters by the Martians wasn't exactly what one would considered hospitable, but none of that had come from Dawes. He was a man who kept to himself, found solace in his own activities. Jacob was a necessity to an OPA operation, and one would think the Belters could appreciate that and leave the man alone... Even if it was majorly against his will. The Martian had simply learned to bite his tongue with time.

    He was glad to of gone relatively unnoticed, if not ignored by Jack. A reunion wasn't something he was all too excited in. A voice with an accent that had become all too familiar spoke over the noise, directed at himself and the other Martian. Dawes didn't know the woman, of that he knew upon rotating to see her. Jacob's hand retaining a firm grip on the relatively full glass in his right hand. It seemed Jacob wasn't the one who needed to reply, for Harper had done that much already.

    A single sip from drink was taken, his gaze lazily shifting between the two as they spoke. Though Dawes was on edge, he always was when this sort of interaction occurred; no matter how common it was.

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