Cobra Cantina
OOC:
-Rules
--All general Forum rules apply
--All posts must be primarily In Character, or "IC"
--Any Out Of Character or "OOC" parts to posts must bet tagged as "OOC"
----Example:
--Absolutely no OOC posts. If you have questions for a specific person, PM that specific person. If you have a general question about the thread, PM me, or make an IC post to contribute to the overall game and ask your question in the OOC portion of the post.
--This thread is specifically for characters interacting in or near the Cantina between jobs. If your character decides to go off to another station or system, please set that up as its own thread.
--Posts are required to be in third-person, past tense, paragraph prose format.
--50 IC word count minimum.
-Notes
--I'm not a stickler for detail and don't expect every system/port to be something that actually exists in the game. This cantina is made up, for example.
--I'll probably make up a bunch of locations myself
--Time is fluid, but it doesn't flow the same for everyone. Just because Jack left the Cantina on page 2 and returned six weeks and five promotions later on page 4, if Zach and Susan are still having the same conversation they started when Jack left by page 4 then there isn't gonna be much feasible interaction between them.
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Docking Request... Granted. Those were the words Zach liked to hear. They meant a moment free of pirates, a chance to sell his cargo and get some money, a chance to refuel and repair his ship, and in some cases a chance to stretch his legs and breath some fresh air.
Well, "fresh" air. The station was still an orbital station, so its air was largely recycled. But there was more of it, and it got fresh air delivered from the planet it floated around, so its air was considerably more fresh than the recycled crap that he was breathing.
After docking with his new, fancy docking computer that was so cool to use even if it did seem to struggle in the larger docks like this one, Zach unloaded his forty tonnes of cargo and parked his ship in the hangar. From there, it was a short walk to the transport hub that took him to the cantina.
This was his first visit to the Cobra Cantina, but he knew the place by reputation. A place where politics are shoved out the door and a commander can be themselves without being hounded by the law or the outlaws. The Cobra even boasted about their Bulletin Board Ban so the temptation to go out and collect riches would not be present to contend with the temptation to get drunk under the table.
Zach entered the cantina, surprised at its size and crowd. It was much, much smaller than he had imagined, perhaps enough seating for fifty or sixty people, but way, way more crowded, and as he shoved his way through groups of grizzled senior pilots and green horned newbs alike, he quickly figured that the place was standing room only.
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