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At a light touch on his shoulder, Vonon ceases his howling, and turns to see who wants his attention.

"Hello. I'm Ceruleanne." says a Human female with bright blue hair, handing both Vonon and Ikram a business card "How are you? My company is always looking for talented people, in case you are interested."

The woman smiles again, then wanders off to the next person. Reading the card, then turning the card over, Vonon sees that '8pm back room' has been hand written on it. Glancing over, he notes that Ikram's card has the same message written upon it.

"I don't know, my friend." Vonon says, waving the card slightly, "While I'm a little interested in the offer ... if she's handing these out to everyone in the club, that is going to be one over-stuffed back room. What do you think?"

"I mean, I'm not exactly strapped for cash, yet, but a little more is always welcome. And maybe make a new business contact, maybe."

Ikram listens intently to what Vonon has been up to, nodding now and then.

"Commander? Well...it seems you have been busy..."

Taking the card he looks it over and nods to the Vargr's sentiments.

"Might be worth hearing them out at the least...I'm in no rush to get off world. Want to head over with me? Might save you a reference call" he adds with a slight smile as he finished off the bread.

"Sure, I got your Six." Vonon said, picking up his drink, "But we have time, yet. Why don't you fill me in on what you've been doing since we last met, while I finish my drink. I remember you said you'd been born on a desert world ... obviously." Vonon gestures at Ikram's robes.

"But when we met you were in the Imperial Marines, and a young officer, at that."

As an old dance song came on, Count Cromwell recalls a small bit he had done at a far off USO show many years ago, dancing girls, lonely men...bad whiskey....there's always a bit of melodrama, and looking out into the crowd of servicemen/women....

Although the uniform is gone, the weary-eyed look of combat, the disheveled attempt at stability...

A face, one of many in a crowd of thousands, no it's not possible...

The Count sees an older man. aged by the years, as he remembers him when he was younger...

He calls over the closest waitress, and gives her the following instructions, pointing out Ikram..."Tell that man, Count Cromwell would like to buy him a drink, and his howling hairy friend."

Walter looks around at the bar and the various species. "It looks like we are running into others here, almost like ghosts of our past. I for one do not plan on being stuck on one place any time soon. While they gave me the title but no land, making money by trade (along with making other nobles rich in the process) and I hope to get things started once again. I have meet a friend Kheaiftouaw and you here and it looks like there are others in this same bar, why not lets see if we can gather our old friends, move to a larger room and discuss our future without further interruption?" he asked the Count
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Showing the backside of her card to Walter, tapping the card given to him, "Well, if you have the same message, Ceruleanne is somewhat indiscreet... It would be interesting to see who goes to the back room..."

OOC: If there is a signal for SOC14+ to get attention in this bar, I use it, security wise.

"I was thinking more along the lines of us getting our own private room in order to talk in peace and quiet. While I am sure she has a good offer, I have always found that the guy owning the shipping company makes the money and not the guy loading the cargo." Walter said

Sam accepted the business card, looking it over briefly. When she saw the time on the back, she checked her watch and then pocketed it before returning to her conversation.

"Glad to hear it. So what brings you here?"

Khea roars quietly which might be a laugh
"Looking for territory.

I want to see the worlds outside the Hierate, maybe even visit the Imperium clan, and find a nice place to settle down"
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Sam didn't seem phased by the slight roar.

"So your ready to settle down then, Khea" finally, she had remembered the name
"But your looking to do that - from a nightclub?" She smiles, and sips her beer

"This isn't the sort of place people who are settling down usually come to. Are you sure that card doesn't interest a part of you? I'm at a loose end, so will see what they have to say at least.

Sharik was slightly winded as the latest song ends.  Or at least it appeared that way, a couple of small beads of perspiration glistened on her forehead as the thin brunette made an exaggerated show of blowing a lock of hair from her face.  A slightly thoughtful, slightly mischievous expression played on her narrow Vilani cheekbones and lips (a gift from her mother incidentally).

She glanced at Quinzella and then back to their dance partner.  "Gotta freshen up!" Shar chirped happily, grabbing the hand of her long-time friend, "C'mon, Sue!"  Sometimes it was good to play into the old stereotypes.  At least, it was very convenient.  Sharik had noticed a blue haired woman making the rounds; it seemed more business than pleasure from her demeanor.  And she knew about pleasure; Shar took her recreation very seriously.

She pushed into the sea of (primarily) humaniti that was just off the dance floor.  Wending her way, hopefully with her fingers still entwined with Quinzella, Sharik dodge a couple of errant elbows and started towards the line in the back of the main room - which only incidentally, of course, happened to be the direction that Ms. Blue was circulating.

Shar came up short, as she nearly collided with a vargr and a human talking.  She did a double take.  "Vo?!?" she exclaimed with only a touch of incredulity creeping in her light contralto; she let out an idiomatic, though reasonably polite, vargr expletive - even properly trilling the 'R's correctly.  It may have been a while since they last saw each other in person - a fair distance from here, as well; but, stranger things had happened to the wayward dilettante.  And she wasn't about to overlook the wondrous kismet of meeting two good friends seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

Still, true to form, Sharik didn't miss a beat.  She gave Vonon's partner a quick once over with her eyes, then turned her gaze back to the vargr spacer.  "
Well," she prompted him with a raised eyebrow, "aren't you going to introduce us?"  But then she didn't really wait for his response.  "Shana." the dirty brunette noted simply in an off-hand manner as a sort of introduction. "Shana Mepede."  She gave her familiar or informal name, which she knew that Vonon and Quinzella would recognize, appending it with the Vilani professional moniker for 'explorer'.  Shar extended a hand towards Ikram; it was slightly pronated, giving him the chance to either shake it or, if he was feeling particularly gallant, kiss the minor noble's hand.

Then pulling Quinzella in closer, she gave her two new male companions a self-deprecating smile.  "And where are my manners?" Sharik quipped playfully, she gestured towards her fellow detached duty scout ready to introduce her.  Assuming that Q didn't want to do so herself...

Quin was actually enjoying herself, which was not normal at any social interaction.  Maybe it was being near the fun loving Sharik again, maybe it was just that she was so deep into her persona.

She plastered on a larger than life flirty smile, for all to see, as the music broke.  When Sharik grabbed her hand, a part of the smile became real, maybe this would lead to a chance to talk, plan their attack and all.

Her eyes caught the attractive blue haired woman, business?  The thought intrigued her, she had to admit.  The pair of women wove through the crowd, herself being more or less towed, but happily so.

She smiled at the two men as they approached, her chuckle pretty audible to Sharik, "I was speaking with them before I saw you."

Her inward smile at tha actions of her friend soaked through her voice, "I am sorry gentlemen, did I forget to introduce myself?"

In reply to Samantha Kilgore (msg # 40):

When Samantha mentions the card again, Khea unconsciously flips it around her hand a few times.

"I have no intention to settle down here. First I want to see the Humaniti worlds farther away from the Hierate.
But you can only get so many passages with a Shipmaster's salary"

Khea stops for a moment and looks at the card in her hand.

"Maybe I will follow this invitation, but a high ranking manager giving out cards to random people in a bar does not seem all that honorable to me"

In reply to Kheaiftouaw (msg # 43):

Sam nods

"Agreed, it is a bit of a haphazard way to find suitable staff, but we've nothing to loose, except some time, and I've plenty of that to spare at the moment. Apart from the card, have you heard of any work?"

In reply to Samantha Kilgore (msg # 44):

"Oh yes, there is plenty of time. I am still not used to your short 24 hour days."

As he and Ikram continued their conversation at the bar, the sound of a light contralto voice -- the kind of vocal tonalities that Vonon usually only heard from Human females -- spoke just loud enough to be heard abouve the general din.

"Vo?!?" the somehow familiar voice exclaimed with only a touch of incredulity, followed by an amusing idiomatic expletive in Vargr. And a well pronounced expletive, at that.

Vonon turned around and immediately saw the human female that Ikram had been speaking with, earlier. But, beside her was another Human female who looked very familiar.

To the Human eye, Vonon's next action -- dipping his head down a little, then pulling back as he raised his muzzle -- might have been mistaken as a shocked pulling away; but he was really taking a full breath, getting the Human's scent to all his sinuses, so that he could compare it to his scent-memory. And although it had been some years since they had last met and she had changed her appearance since her last vmail, a Vargr never forgets a scent. Especially not the scent of a friend.

But before Vonon could respond to his old friend Sharik, she had already given Ikram the once-over, and continued talking,

"Well," she prompted Vonon with a raised eyebrow, "aren't you going to introduce us?"

But then she didn't really wait for a response from Vonon, she turned to Ikram, herself, and spoke.

"Shana." the dirty-brunette haired woman noted simply in an off-hand manner as a sort of introduction. "Shana Mepede." She gave her familiar or informal name, appending it with some Vilani word that sounded familiar to Vonon, but he couldn't remember what it meant.

Sharik extended a hand towards Ikram; Vonon knew that she expected Ikram to kiss her hand, and that this was a little test she used to get the gauge of some people. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out...

"And where are my manners?" Sharik quipped playfully, pulling the other woman in closer with her free hand.

"I was speaking with them before I saw you." the other woman said to Sharik with a chuckle in her voice, then she turned her attention to Vonon and Ikram, "I am sorry gentlemen, did I forget to introduce myself?"

Vonon saw his opportunity to jump into the conversation and, assuming a stern pose, glared at Sharik.

"Being sorry I am, terribly, terribly, gentle-haroo." Vonon said in broken pidgin and adressing them as males, "But mistaken you are being. Use of yours the familial pronoun conjunctive, when crappily speaking Vargr, you did, named me your sister, you have. Perhaps, maybe, of feathered ornithope, in corner, scratching itself, you were thinking?"

Vonon held the glare for exactly three heartbeats, before he burst into laughter.

"Shar'r!!" Vonon shouted joyfully, using the Vargr nick-name he'd given her, years ago, as he opened his arms to his old friend, "What in Klono's Frozen Beard are you doing on this cosmic ball of backwater? Are you slumming, again?" he jokingly reproached.

In reply to Kheaiftouaw (msg # 45):

Sam chcuckled at this as her eyes swept around the room again.

"Met anyone else you know tonite? I think I recognised one person, but am not sure yet."

Sharik raised an eyebrow at the broken Galanglic outburst by the vargr.  Then she smiled broadly as and met his embrace with her own firm hug, noted as her mouth passed near his ear, "Good to see you, old friend."  The two words were actually in Gvegh.

Then, holding him at arm's length for a moment, the dark-haired dilettante gestured to herself with a flourish, her tailored leather bodysuit and short-cut bolero jacket fully presented.  "Hardly slumming." she noted with a mischievous smile, then added for emphasis, "Commander."  Sharik couldn't suppress the playful chuckle that followed.

"I didn't expect to see you here this far from Cassandra." she noted a touch more seriously, "Why didn't you tell me you were going a-travelling?"  The implication was obvious, she would have tried to link up with him sooner.

Shar looked towards Quinzella, waggled a finger at the woman while chiding her, "Why didn't you tell me that you knew, Vonon?"

But then her mood switched back to playful, "As for why I am here?"  Another, slightly more self-deprecating shrug, before she continued, "It's where the latest working passage dropped me.  I came through the Carrillian Assembly, which was ... interesting."  She glossed over having been in the Assembly in the past under far different circumstances.  "And got here via Yarhfahl, which was dull, dull, dull." Sharik added rather nonchalantly.

In reply to Samantha Kilgore (msg # 47):

It is strange that you ask that.
I have indeed met another trader I knew from my times as an engineer. And he in turn met one of his old time acquaintances

Khea turns around and points to the table of Walter and Darrel with her thumb

All here in this bar on this planet. A strange coincindence.

Quin smiled at the the two men, "Sorry I just left earlier, you both seemed rather pleased to talk amongst yourselves and hanging out with her."  She gave Shrik a light squeeze around the waist, "Has always been one of the few things in my life to make me smile."

She heard Sharik's question and looked over rather incredulously, "I hardly know him, I just met him, and I never got his name.  All I knew was he was drinking wine, red, if I recall."

She chuckled to herself, with no work to distract her, this was a good place to be.

Khea turns back to Samantha
"If it is your wish you might join our table"

Almost apologetic she adds "As SirWalter old aquaintaces freely share his table without asking for permission he likely won't object if one of mine also joins."

Count Cromwell welcomes the newcomers, with a hail and well met greeting...calls over more glasses and another bottle of Aldebaran Crown Royal Black Label, a 30-year old single malt Scotch... for Cr500.

"A toast to old friends and new, may our friendships warm our lives and bring joy and happiness, I wish all the best to each of you and may the fates protect you."

OOC: Not being a snob, but, I'm thinking everyone here knows me or at least has heard of me...of course, I could be full of shat...or for me, even better...they love me....
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"That's former Commander to you -- Able Spacehand!" Vonon quipped back, "And I did try to inform you about my leaving the Patrol. As we speak, there is a vmail wandering the universe, trying to catch up to you. Why didn't you tell me you'd be so close to Cassandra?"

Vonon turned to the woman beside Sharik and paused a moment to look the Human woman over, noting a few subtle details.

"I'm Vonon, actually; drinking what our fancy friend, here, says that Terrans call a Rum and Coal. He's drinking red wine." Vonon says, pointing at Ikram, "But we only call him that behind his back."

Vonon drew himself up into a more formal stance, even bringing the silver buckles round the tops of his boots together with an audible click (i.e., clicking his bootheels together, a rather impressive feat, for a species that doesn't have heels).

"Please, allow me to make introductions, Scout-Pilot." he says, placing his right hand over the center of his chest and making a slight bow, "I am Vonon Ronkunu, formerly with the Space Patrol of Cassandra Belt. Do not let the robes of my wine-drinking friend, here, fool you; this is Ikram Fahreed, former Captain with the Twenty-Second Imperial Marines. It seems we were both engaged in Post-Discharge travel, when we quite unintentionally, ran into each other, here, after a span of a few years."

Vonon's slightly triangular-shaped ears perk-up and seem to focus on Sharik's companion.

"And you are, Scout-Pilot?"

Quin shifted oddly, it was not often she met...well anyone, without having a cover in place.  It was rare for her to be without work for long, her skills were pretty spread out, but that was why she was so liked to be in such high service.  Heck, this Vonon might have been a previous contact or customer, she doubted it though it was possible.

She offered her upside down hand to the 'man' (Vonon), "Yes, I am in fact, quite a stellar one too.  Though when on planet I prefer to use a Grav bike, or something that has an open cockpit and does not touch the ground."  She chuckled.

Turning to Sharik, "I could use to whet my beak, do you want anything?"
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