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The Cornerian Bar on Galaxies; The stickied RP returns.
Topic Started: Feb 26 2011, 12:17 PM (24,022 Views)
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Silver Phoenix burst through the door and B-lined for the bar. Flight suit wrinkled, holster empty, fur in a mess, and carrying his helmet at his side, he sat down heavily on an old barstool and plunked the helmet on the bar.
"Get me your strongest drink, and make it a double," he said to the barkeeper flatly.
 
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(On a side note, Silver Phoenix is a cat, the one in my display pic.)

Silver drained his drink and looked over at the fox.
"And you seem to have a long nose. Keep it out of my business."
He waved at the barkeep for another drink.
 
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"Much obliged, General." Silver answered, taking a sip from the new glass. "But I'll have you know, for the last three days, my life has been your business."
Another sip.
"And it's good to know that at least SOMEBODY in your staff is willing to pay me what I earned," he looked into his glass, "even if it is paid in whiskey."
 
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Silver turned to face the general.
"Yes, two is what we agreed on..." He took another drink, without breaking eye contact, then placed his glass on the bar.
"...For ONE ship. Somehow, you neglected to inform me there was a WAR going on!"
He stood up.
"How do you expect a mere TWO HUNDRED to pay for FOUR Predator missiles, A HUNDRED cannon rounds, and SIXTEEN THOUSAND pounds of fuel?"
 
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Silver's eyes grew a s large as saucers upon sight of the two other briefcases. This was more money then he had seen in years.
"Now that's more like it!" He shouted jovially. "A round for everyone on me!"
He sat back at the bar, retrieving his drink, and faced the General again.
"...And as a matter of fact, yes. I did expect a milk run. All I was told to do was destroy a ship with some Kirn rebel leaders on board. Next thing I know, it's escorted in a convoy, and the convoy gets attacked. Not your military's work, i assume."
Another sip.
"I'm sorry, general, but is it not protocol to wear a name tag?"
 
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"Well, Miles, I'm glad to meet you. I have to say, your method of delivering funds has quite a bit more..."
he glanced around the bar, "...flair. I never had the opportunity to meet with your predecessor, Commander- er, I mean, Brigadier General Sabre."
He took another drink.
"Do you know what ended up happening to him? He was the CDF Mercenary Liason ever since General Pepper... stepped down."
 
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"Hm, that's a shame... Here's to the passing of another old friend..." He raised his glass, then drank.
"So," Silver continued, "Has the omniscient CDF got any more jobs for me? I'd be happy to take them, if the pay stays this good."
 
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(Haha, good to see you haven't left the BTTF references behind, Julius! Now get in on this, I think Akasha has a score to settle with Silver! =P)

Silver finished his drink, then turned to the General with a sigh.
"Miles, I have to say I'm insulted. You may have read enough of my file to pick me out of a crowd, but you obviously didn't get to the bit about my last... er, 'rescue' mission. Barkeep!"
He asked for another drink.
"...I'll just say it didn't go so well." he continued. "Although, I did have to deal with a rather unfortunate little feline partner..."

Edited by Showtime, Nov 19 2012, 12:40 AM.
 
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Silver didn't listen to Miles. In the corner of his eye, he spotted a dark streak dart away from the bar. It was the real reason he had come to this place at all.
"AKASHA!" he shouted. "YOU HALF-WITTED SCROUNGER!"
He leapt off his stool and fell flat on his face, feet tied helplessly together.
"Dammit!" he hissed, rolling onto his back and reaching for his empty holster. "DAMMIT! GET BACK HERE, AKASHA!"
 
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"None of your business!" Silver growled back, pulling his K-Bar from a leg pouch. In a swift slash, he cut his boots apart and re-pocketed the knife. He rolled back in a crouch to spring in Akasha's direction, but paused when he saw that most of the bar was turned to watch. He also saw his large suitcases full of money. With a sigh, he stood up.
you catch more flies with honey...
Sitting back at the bar beside Miles, he took his new drink and raised it in Akasha's direction.
"Come on, tonight you're on my tab."
 
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Getting no response from Akasha, Silver turned back to Miles.
"Well, I guess you know I'm not much good without my ship. However, insertion and extraction are a specialty of mine..."
He contemplated his ripped bootstraps as his plan began to come together.
"If only you could find SOMEONE skilled enough in stealth and espionage to find this man of yours," he continued loudly, enough for Akasha to hear. "and I'm sure you would pay her pretty well."
He took a sip of his drink, then continued quietly.
"And pay me a little bit too, for getting her there and back... but keep that to yourself."
Edited by Showtime, Nov 21 2012, 08:29 PM.
 
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"Oh, for god's sake, you scaredy-cat, get your lousy tail over here already..." Silver muttered at the potted plants. He turned back to Miles. "Yeah, figures. Just keep me three miles above in my fighter and I'm happy."
 
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"Haha, well, good to see you again, short stack!" Silver laughed, watching the smaller cat scurry up to the bar.
"What will you be drinking tonight? A dozen martinis, like last time?"
He suddenly turned very serious. "I should hope not, because neither me nor my ship have forgiven you for what happened after that."
 
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