Over in one part of the bar, an Aslan and two humans are talking "Thank you Kheaiftouaw I am sure we will be needed that position filled. The hard part is going to be figuring out what we need and can afford." Sir Walter said as he scrolled through the listings on his computer.

Count Cromwell looks at the menu, and since he's not really hungry, decides to buy a bottle of fine whiskey and asks for 3 glasses...(Price?)

Quin smoothed her black skirt as she finished her drink, she cared not what happened to the glass, she just left it on a pillar to be grabbed by the waitstaff.

She started to walk to the head, a chance to straighten her self, her shirt, tighten her pony tail.  Started to, but then stopped...

The dance floor, it was not her normal place, she tended to find her enjoyment elsewhere.  But this time, she thought she saw...  was that?  But she was on another planet wasn't she?  Sharik?

She stepped onto the skirt of the dance floor, the are where people simply swayed and waited for a place or song to dance.  She made herself evident to Sharik, smiling.  Maybe she had finally found the contact she had been searching for?

Vonon's jaw dropped open as the Human female silently finished her drink, smoothed her clothing, and walked away.  He blinked his eyes twice, in disbelief, before snapping his mouth closed and turning to Ikram.

"Well. I may have been ignored, but you, my friend..." Vonon pointed a well manicured, dull-clawed finger at Ikram, "...have just been blown off. Heh-heh."

Vonon looks back over his shoulder at the receeding female, then shrugs his shoulders, "Eh, she had that Scout vibe going, anyway; they all have that focussed 'I just want to be alone' stick up their butt. Say! That reminds me of that Scout Commander, at the combat training facility back on Cassandra -- the, uh, red-haired woman, remember? -- she had that fancy rapier, and kept bragging that nobody with a dinky little knife could ever get close enough to touch her with a blade? Heh-heh-heh-heh." Vonon gave his bark-like laugh.

"Remember, you finally challenged her to a fight -- her rapier against your dagger -- and as soon as the Instructor shouted 'begin!' you threw your dagger and nailed her in the chest! Heh-heh! Klono's hairy butt, how we all laughed! Heh-heh. Thank the Stars it was just a dull-edged practice blade. Still, it had to hurt..."

Vonon suddenly looks serious, and glares at Ikram, "I also remember, after she stalked out of the gym, you saying you were going to go appologize, and then I didn't see you again until next Morning Shift. You never did tell me...did you sleep with her?"

Sharik whirled and twisted dancing with her partner for a few more moments after noticing Quinzella at the edge.  She moved in time with the music, and found a cadence which allowed her to break away from the young man without being too conspicuous.  Hands and hips still moving in time with the beat, Shar sidled up along side Quinzella and gave her a wink.  Then the thin brunette gently grabbed the hand of her long-time acquiantance to lead her out onto the floor.

With a skip step and another twirl, Sharik rejoined the boy she had been dancing with.  "Finn!" she shouted over the music, to introduce Quinzella, "This is Susie."  The waifish ingenue recalled that her friend didn't always use her real name; and Shar could respect that.  Plus, it was an old code, a sort of game for the two of them.  Since Sharik had introduced her under a new name, Quinzella could be whomever she wanted to be at this point.  And it also meant that Finn was not necessarily in Sharik's Circle of Trust.  Which meant, that any discussions of serious business might have to wait for a slightly more private venue.

Or, at least until Sharik had finished 'working the room'...

Quin smiled as Sharik began to approach.  But soon she realized she was being ushered to the dance floor, not her favorite place.  The incredulous look she was giving Sharik would only be evident to the other woman.

Then she heard the introductions, inwardly she chuckled.  Her smile could not help but be real.  Though a part of her wanted to roll her eyes at Sharik, this unbelievable event.

Sharik was the obvious better dancer of the two, but 'Susie' certainly gave it her all.  She moved in closer to the man who was apparently Finn and whispered softly into his ear, "Hi."

She had to admit a bit of joy, not being herself.

As she supped her beer, another was brought over to her, unasked for.

When Sam gave the waiter a querying look, he gestured over to a table, where the indicated drink buyer and a man got up to dance.

Sam didn't know her, but she had spotted her in the TAS earlier. Perhaps jut being friendly then. With Sam and every body else, apparently.

As she watched, the girl dragged someone else on to the dance floor. And this was someone she DID recognise. Their paths had crossed a while back.

As she had suspected, the Galaxy was smaller than people thought. Sam watched them dance for a while supping her beer, deciding if she wanted to say hi.
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With the prospect of a job, either as an engineer on CountDarrellCromwell's ship or in maybe in that advertised orbital factory if this wasn't going to work out Khea let her eyes wander while pondering if she should spend one of her few remaining credits to celebrate, even if it is a bit prematurely. Her gaze was drawn to a nearby table where one of the wolf man she has occasionally seen from afar during her trading days was heartily talking with another humanity.

(Trokh) "Good to know I am not the only one with proper fur living here." she silently said to herself.
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Ikram shrugged a little as Quintus moved away, turning back to Vonon with a slight smile and moving the basket of bread between them.

"Lieutenant Darnell?" He chimed in as Vonon mentioned the woman. "Oh yeah, that blade had supposedly been in her family for generations, which is why is always seemed a bit big for her I suppose..."

He laughed loudly and gave a series of nods at the story, shaking his head at the memory.

"It was luck that I hit her at all...those practice weapons were so off balance, and I'm fairly sure they weighed a lot more...anyway, I remember thinking that if I missed that she would probably make an example of me...heh. Guess we'll never know"

He licked his lips and looked more than a little amused by the last question, shaking hisbeyes slightly. "No, no...we flirted sure, but I have never been the best with women, I still get nervous, truth be told." He added softly.

"We all dont have your advantages you know" tapping his own nose in reference to Vonons keen scent. "Some of us have to guess...how about yourself?  I figured you'd be running the enforcement branch on Cassandra by now...the way you were making cases. It seemed you missed every other class because of having to testify...or having to attend some awards ceremony"

Hmph. Not much to reply to in my absence...


There's nothing wrong with the local whiskey, but the planet's limited resources really don't produce anything of superior quality, so the attendant brings Darrel a bottle of Aldebaran Crown Royal Black Label, a 30-year old single malt Scotch... for Cr500.

"Would you please excuse me for a moment?"

Khea stands up and walks towards an table with a lone female (Samantha), taking some deep breaths on the way.

"Excuse me, you do smell familiar to me. Could it be that some years ago we both had an encounter with the same pirate near the Hierate border?"

"Heh-heh." Vonon chuckled, as he stepped away to recover his drink, then returned, "Well, as to that -- I'll have you know that you are now speaking with Commander Vonon Ronkunu, CO of the 3rd Tactical Space Fighter Squadron, 'The Redline Rockets', of the Cassandra Belt Space Patrol. Retired, thank you very much."

Vonon paused to sip from his drink.

"Feh!" he said, putting his glass down just a little hard, "I should never have accepted the assignment. I belong in a cruiser, patrolling the belt. This fighter squadron commander crap got me assigned to Rockport -- that's our capital community, if you recall. There I spent more time attending military briefings and keeping up the expected social life of a Patrolman of my rank. Parties and dinners and informal chats at the tennis club! Gah!"

"I could only stomach it for a single term, then I cashiered out. I was born a rockhound, and a rockhound I wanted to be...but I had spent to many years on the move, living in ships.  And, after years and years of watching you Imperial types wander through Cassandra Belt on your ways all over the galaxy, I wanted to do some travelling."

Vonon drained what was left of his drink, "I have it in my head to try my hand at being a Space Trader; a ship and a crew, travelling wherever and doing whatever to keep on flying."

Vonon signaled the bartender for another drink, "But not tonight! Tonight I stand on a planet where the gravity is real and not generated by the floor under my feet. where the air is free and not taxed. Where the sky isn't a crystal-ceramic dome and I'm surrounded by an entire ocean of liquid, not frozen, water! Here's to water!"

Vonon downed a sizable gulp of his new drink, then threw back his head and howled.

In reply to Kheaiftouaw (msg # 15):

Sam had been staring across at the dance floor, and hadn't noted the female Aslan approach. Which given her size was some trick. She chided herself slightly - Security Officers should never really be off duty - even when unemployed.

Turning to the Aslan, Sam smiled "Yes I think we did." Obviously, Sam was talking while she tried to remember the Aslans name. "That was a little while ago now though. I hope you've had no further bother in that regard since?"
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Walter looked up from his computer and turned it towards the Count,
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        DELTA 100-Tonne Courier-class starship with Zyrix hull design.
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"Well, there are a few options for jump capable craft. The Courier is too small and a Heavy Assault ship might way way too intimidating to the point that if pirates were to attack it, they would bring far superior firepower to bear.  A corsair has plenty of space to the point it could carry a courier with room to spare but might be out of our budget unless others go in on it. The Far trader might suit our needs and would have the space and range to make some money in the process." he said pointing out the craft along with strengths/weaknesses




OOC:Devastator-Class Heavy Assault Ship?

Devastator-class Heavy Assault Ship is a deck plan I downloaded from the internet and modified, and worked up Traveller stats for it. There is an upper deck floor plan under Map 0.

An attractive woman with blue hair enters the club and starts moving around to the various people there. She chats with them for a moment, then moves on to the next. By the time she reaches you, it's clear that she's been handing out a business card. When she gets to each one of you, she smiles, introduces herself, asks how you are doing, and then hands you her business card.

"Hello. I'm Ceruleanne. How are you? My company is always looking for talented people, in case you are interested."

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                             Ceruleanne Blue
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                             5050-2250
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Turning the card over, you see that '8pm back room' has been hand written on it.
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OOC:Stats?

In reply to Ceruleanne Blue (msg # 20):

Count Cromwell pays for the whiskey and takes an appreciative sip.OOC: Deducted 500Cr

At the arrival of Ceruleanne Blue, and looking at the back of the card, he introduces himself and Walter... "Miss Blue, a pleasure to make your acquaintance, would you care to join us for a drink? My friend and I were just discussing the pros and cons of various ships."

The Count points out the ships listed and asks, "Myself, I'm fond of the corsair, plus it has an appropriate name "Eternal Knight"...but, it's a bit pricey perhaps...If I were in the ACQUISITIONS and RECOVERIES business, I think the corsair would come in handy don't you think?"

Leaning back and enjoying his Scotch, Count Cromwell ponders...

Darrel can get the statistics of the Devastator when it was built new.

Walter cocked an eyebrow as the woman approached and watched the transaction. Not one for passing up a free drink, let alone an expensive one to boot, he was happy to take a sip of the whiskey. "I like the cargo space on the corsair and it would be a tougher target for any pirates. They would think twice before attacking. getting enough gunners might be a problem. We might see about going into a partnership with some others in order to acquire it..." he said.

"As to acquisitions and recoveries, while I would like to keep an open mind but most of those on the other end tend to want to stay out of sight or shoot first. The only ones that make money are the owners of the company, not the ones doing the work. That is my experience I have seen on recovered vessels. The lowest ranked member of a prize crew on a navy vessel gets a far better share than a civilian."

OOC: Does she stay at the table or leaves?

"Thank you for the offer, Count," Ceruleanne replies, "but I'm working. Perhaps another time."

"Any ship could be useful under the right circumstances, but those circumstances are few and far between, and maintaining a ship for that rare occasion simply isn't cost effective."

"See you later maybe."

As she's getting ready to leave, "I wonder how much the recovery fee would be for the Iridium Throne?"

Khea takes the business card silently while watching the woman making her rounds through the club. When she stops to talk with Darrel, Khea turns back to Samantha.

"Thank you for your concern, but no the rest of my travels were mostly peaceful. But I also try to stay away from offers such as this."