The Black Hole in the Wall

Celok

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Large clanging sound are heard through the hull of the station; as the sound get closer and closer to the airlock of the bar, a signal is sent showing that the outer airlock has been opened from the outside. A large cloaked figure briefly appears on the camera but immediately afterwards the camera feed is interrupted with static. Those in the bar can hear the air pressure in the airlock normalizing and they instinctively turn their heads to look at the interior door of the airlock.

The airlock door opens with a hiss and the large cloaked figure steps into the bar, seemingly able to evade everyone's notice as they continue to stare at the now closing airlock door; the figure sits up at the bar seemingly startling the Barkeep and says in a deep, rusty voice:
"Barkeep get me some heavy-duty oil"

The Barkeep the replies with a knowing smile:
"Ah! Of course, and welcome back CMDR Celok"

"It's good to be back..." Celok replies with his green light under his hood reactivating.
 

Walt Kerman

Walt Kerman
Celok said:
*No one seems to notice a shadowy figure sitting on a small stool in the corner of the bar*
*When someone does notice, they wonder when such an imposing figure slipped past them without being noticed or even who they are*
*With a slight rustle the figure stands up and calls to the Bartender*
"Bartender! I'll have a drink; the choice of drink is up to you."
*He then sits back down onto his stool; however a badge is now visible on his cloak and reads*
"CMDR Celok"
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Welcome back Celok! It's been a while. Do you like the new location?
 
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CMDRBaked..

CMDRBaked..
*A man walks in, followed by the pungent smell of Onionhead, eyes covered by a dark pair of glasses*
*He seems to be fumbling madly, as if something is missing from his pockets.*
*He looks up, scanning the crowd for "shady" characters. Sniffing all the while.*

"Celok?" he mutters under his breath.He seemed to fit what i was after."You know where i can get a score around here? CMDR Baked by the way, sorry if im intruding"
 

Cantalk

C
Imagine, if you will, a dingy old bar, located back in Mikunn. The new bartender nudges a man that's been there since he bought the space just 12 hours earlier. No response. The bartender nudges harder, finally jumping back after the man groans and shifts.
"Plebe, you have disturbed my slumber. The penalty is death!"
The bartender faints. Seeing the effect on the bartender, Caestus gets up and pulls the bartender into a sitting position, and procedes to wake him up.
"Heeey there buddy, I was kidding. Relax. Can you tell me where everyone's gone?"
"Sir, I've been instructed to give you this message," the bartender says, extending a note out to the pilot with a shaking hand. Taking it, Caestus reads:
"Cactus, gone to Mercenary's Respite in Sefrys. Drinks are on you."
"Well, not the first time this has happened, certainly not the last. And why do people always call me Cactus?" Turning to the proprietor, Caestus holds his hand out to help him up, saying, "Barkeep! A glass of your finest reconstituted juice! And some rashers please! Got a tight schedule to keep!"
Finishing his breakfast, Caestus eventually gets back to his ship and changes into his shipsuit. In the cockpit, he pulls up the station menu and navigates to the shipyard, his last two ships are stored. Looking at the Scout and the T6 ( Jules' Hope and The Flying Brick respectively), he thinks that it's a shame that he can't fit the Scout into the hold of the Abyss Diver.
"Well, Julesie, it's been fun, but I gotta move. I'll be back for you babe. Brick, good riddance."
7 million creds richer, Caestus climbs into the pilot's seat of his Asp, and brings up the route to Sefrys. 5 minutes later, he's in Witchspace, contemplating his latest issue.
"Going to have to convince the better half to come even further away from the core. What a nightmare. I wonder if they have flowers on station?"
 
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Walt Kerman

Walt Kerman
The red com panel, labeled "Communism Interstellar", on Lucifer's desk beeps. Taking note, Lucifer hits his comwatch and listens through his ear piece.... An evil grin spreading across his face.

Signaling to the Mercs available, and pointing to the backrooms Lucifer calls out "Seems like our buddies in Manite have found an old friend of ours. Briefing in 5 mins!"
 

Walt Kerman

Walt Kerman
Lucifer Wolfgang sits down at the bar tapping away at his comwatch...
"There we go... alot of stuff to take care of in preparation for our one year anniversary. Tidy things up a bit.
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He leans forward and shows the barkeep what hes been working on.

"Check out the new ComWatch!"​
 
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Telakin

Telakin
Really down under ...

"You were where?" Maggie, the bar keep asks incredulously.

A flash of pain goes through his brain like the wrath of an ancient god.

"Doing some missions but getting too tired, so I'm sure I parked my ship in perfect shape a bit outside of Maclaurin Installation on HIP 95677 last night. Ok, perhaps it was this morning - but still ..."

"Yes?"

"I woke up strapped in the pilot's seat and the ship was buried half in the ground, pointing skywards."

"Ok, so you called for help?"

"Well, no. I deployed my SRV."

"Underground?"

* sheepish grin *

"Well?"

"I found myself looking at the planet from the inside, in free fall."

"Oh my, dear! What then?"

"I passed out and woke again, in my SRV going full throttle down a hill".

"And your ship?"

"Nowhere to be seen. But I was able to call it to my local position and board it."

"You know what, dear? Let me change that order for G&T to a nice cuppa and then you get some rest."

"I guess you're right. And no more missions after hours ... " He flinches as another bolt lights up his synapses.

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Walt Kerman

Walt Kerman
"Ha... Doesn't beat the freak storm that buried my ship! You don't realize how big these things are until you have to unbury them!"



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Soda Popinski

Soda Popinski
The postman (who looks suspiciously like Kevin Costner) drops off the usual pile o' junk mail. Between the ship-wash coupons (Anaconda and Corvettes extra charge), and teeth whitening by nanobot ads, the barkeep finds a post card.

"So that's where that half nekid Russians been. Hmm, post marked from 'round 4000 light-years out!"

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Soda Popinski

Soda Popinski
It had been a long night. The Count of Monte Fisto while passed out at his table, still looked very jittery. Popinski wondered at his Eminence's choice of downing 3 Irish Coffees for last night's push against Archon Delaine's ilk.

Speaking of which, three Kumo Crew pilots stomped in loudly through the door. "Avast me 'earties! We be a plunderin' in enemy waters!" A few regulars rolled their eyes.

"Bar wench! A tot 'o rum each fer me mateys."

Popinski stood up from his bean bag, carefully pealing the vinyl off his mighty thighs and declared. "Only vodka at this bar." Then slowly turned to meet the gaze of the pirates at the bar. The Russian was still smarting from loosing a Vulture or two in the resistance pockets.

Breaking the tension, Maggie pipes up with "We gotta full bar fellas. What'll it be? Bacardi, Captain Morgan's, Hutton's Rum?"

"Cap'n Riffraff" turned to Maggie, keeping a sidelong gaze at Popinski, answering "Malibu. On the rocks."

Barely suppressing a look of disgust, the barmaid poured out the three glasses of the barely alcoholic coconut flavored sugar water. With Delaine's encroachment on Dukes' space, she thought, things are about to get interesting.

By mid-morning, Popinski and the pirates were swapping stories from the previous week's battles. For now, in here, they're friends...or at least friendly.

Tomorrow, in the void, things will be different.
 
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Soda Popinski

Soda Popinski
A vid-mail came into the bar with a note from Commander Soda Popinski reading, "Ran into eminence Count Fisto at alien ruins site. Small galaxy. He was on way out, I stuck around and took some vacation clips."

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Walt Kerman

Walt Kerman
The power comes back on in the old bar in Spassky's Inheritence. CMDR Wolfgang takes a broom from the wall and looks around the room and sighs thinking about the memories.

"About time..."

The lights flicker on.
 
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Walt Kerman

Walt Kerman
The room is much cleaner now. Wolfgang sits across the bar and taps on his comwatch. The TV turns on... and a commercial is playing.

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robcap17

robcap17
Whew...twenty jumps and a fuel scoop later and I'm finally in Mikunn. It feels good to get up and walk around; legs are stiff. I can only imagine how Diego feels; he's got four of 'em.

After a short walk around Spassky’s Inheritance outpost, I come to a door and glance at the flickering neon sign above: The Black Hole in the Wall. Yup, this is the place. There's a bulletin on the wall next to the door. It reads:

Attention all pilots:
The Dukes are looking for some capable mercenaries, like yourself, to help extend their influence beyond the borders of their sector. Starting with the system known as HR 7327. They have already built up a significant sphere of influence in that sector through a series of investments and acquisitions. The Dukes want your help “leveraging” these acquisitions against the local leaders of HR 7327. Their end goal are the shipyards of HR 7327. If cash is your thing, come to Spasskey’s Inheritance in the Mikunn system for some merc work…

I guess that's me now, a "capable mercenary." Safe to say no one would have seen this in my future a few years ago; hell, even a few days ago. I'm pretty sure mom & dad are rolling over in their graves. The communication panel on my wrist interrupts my thoughts with an obnoxious beep. Looking down I notice the previously locked message is now readable. Pulling it up, it reads:

Good Evening Commander,
I’m glad you have made it this far. As you've probably guessed, this bar is going to be where we coordinate our efforts on behalf of the Dukes. The back rooms are available to us and you can walk right in, the bouncers know who you are. All planning is to be discussed here for security reasons. You are the Dukes’ guest so everything is on the house, but don’t go crazy – we have work to do, and it starts now….

The message deletes. Well, I didn't come all this way to stand out here shivering in the cold. I push open the door and step in, smoke and raucous laughter swelling around me. But it doesn't take long for the noise to fade, and I watch the heads start turning; same reaction I've been getting in every system. Sigh. Holding my head up, I find a spot at the bar. No need to get the barkeep's attention; I had that the moment the door opened.

"Whiskey. Neat."
 

Falkner

F
The Python freighter sets down, with only a moderate clunking sound as the mag-clamps engage onto the landing bay floor. As the ship sinks into the hangar, the lights flicker on to illuminate a black hull, scorched with recent laser fire and a white nameplate: "PERCHERON".

Leon, wearing his trademark flight black and orange coat with "Ho Hsien Corp" in faded letters on one sleeve walks into the bar. Around his neck is a shiny new chain, dogtags. Merc tags.

He sidles up to the bar and sits down.

"Rum on the rocks." He says nodding to the bartender. He wipes some kind of grime off his face, black and sooty. He smiles around the bar. As he does, the scar that stretches from his forehead down to his mouth is very apparent, as well as the slight twinkle of lights in his synthetic eye.
 
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