A Seat at Galaxy's Edge [OPEN]

[LaxKnight]

A Seat at Galaxy's Edge

Note: This takes place in Post War, after the events of Halo 5: Guardians. While you don't need an approved character to play, keep them realistic to Halo and update approved characters if using them. Can't stay 20 forever.


This is a little known bit of space. Not because it hasn’t been discovered for there are numbers and designations for the various objects floating in this solar system but it’s simply not worth exploring. At least, until a probe happened to pass by and detected something. The probe belonged to Jenis-Vasap Cooperation, a Human-Unggoy partnership dedicated to mining and prospecting. Interested in what it was, they sponsored an expedition to where the signal was detected: the most livable world only labelled CKI-0985. They came and set up shop with the ship converted into a space station. Now it floats as a pitstop for the random passing ship and to provide homes for the miners working below in the toxic environment provided by the thick layer of flora covering a planet orbited by a frozen moon.

The station itself, Asmodeus, is a quaint little place filled with the downtrodden, outcasts, and opportunists seeking to make a living in a cold universe trying to recover from war. The company here is diverse with Humans and aliens living and working side by side like the owners of Jenis-Vasap. While the wounds of the Human-Covenant War are still fresh, they are all united under the shared hardship of their work on the planet below. In order to help ease the tensions of the hazardous lives they live a man named Geoff Nosman set up a bar called Galaxy’s Edge. Tended by him and his assistant, a female Jiralhanae named Karme, they provide a nice mixing pot for relaxation, casual meetings, and an escape from the potentially lethal grind that make up the life of people this far in space. With a flickering neon sign above the airlock doors, visitors walk into the typical seedy bar with dim lights, plenty of wooden tables and booths, and one side with a window that looks onto the planet CKI-0985 below. It has two pool tables, a jukebox, two televisions, a phone for internal and outgoing calls, and a small section if someone bothered to play live music. A neon sign with the bar’s name sits above the bartenders as they tend to their customers.

Today the bar is lightly populated with three miners sharing a table, a Human with two Unggoy. There are also two Human sitting at a booth wearing lab coats and another man at a different booth wearing a jumpsuit enjoying a brew. Geoff is cleaning a glass behind the counter while the very light tan furred Karme seemed to be engrossed with a show on one of the TVs.

[Faclan]

( First profile to use; Here May bring in grumpy Eal later but want to use Ali some more :> Also hope it was ok for peeps to be armed here which Kiggles at least would be used too.)

Ali Gel - T'vaoan Guard
Just outside Galaxy's Edge
A last call before drinks.

"No...no they didn't kill us all, obviously Mate I mean I'm still talking to you." Ali rolled his eyes a little as he leant back against the wall, PP held against the side of his head as he talked. Standing close to the bars door but waiting till his call was done before he entered. In a call with one of his old comrades from the Gel coast Guard. The T'vaoan in his normal UNSC hoodie, shorts, and light armor to keep him warm and keep all his stuff in order as it was a bit chilly tonight. But his shotgun stock was resting on the ground, so he could lean against the wall, as his other hand held up near the choke to keep it from falling over. He also wore a travel backpack to keep some of his other items so the cross system trip was easier for him.

"But it was intense Mate, when the Humans FINALLY got their asses outa port we actually worked together really well as a team. For all their bitching and piddlassing around before they got into a fight when actually in one it was impressive. They seemed to be impressed with us 'simple guards' too. Thank Aecor those magic eye people pushed off and let the fighters do their job. Those glowboats took a lot of damage but metal shields worked really well to stop their fancy lasers from taking us out. And after we managed to pinpoint their little spire thing we were able to explode it from a distance. Dangerous but fun - got a few trophies from it that I'll show when I get back."

He went quiet as the person on the other end started to talk. The Gel obviously referring to fighting the Promethians on the settlement he used to be a Guard on, with Human assistance, but it was unlikely that people around here would know that as he kept cheeping into his PP just outside the bar.

"Should be back within three days if the transports go well, back to the sea air and proper food. At a little Human and Unggoy station now next to a mining planet...Its not dirty no - you should give those Unggoy more credit Tak they take care of stuff if its their own. But should be leaving tomorrow, just taking a night here to eat and recharge after two days of traveling...Yeah...No...Ok I'll send you a message when I'm at the next station."

Nodding at that he clicked the hang up button and slipped his PP back into his pocket before stretching and heading inside the bar, slipping his R-5 over his chest on its sling so it rested against his backpack.

[Llau]

Mike Moretti - Just a puckish, devilishly handsome rogue.
Just outside of Galaxy's Edge

The short human wore a mixture of civilian clothes over a pair of black fatigue cargo pants and boots. His hoodie underneath his leather jacket was zipped up, with the hood covering his head, and partially hiding his face. He carried a go-bag, which was sling over his shoulder, and held a laptop and several other items inside. He had been living out here for the past two months, working as a network security technician for the mining company out here. A job he was comfortable enough doing, since it didn't deal with being around people day by day. He just finished working a long shift; tired, but thirsty, and needed a good, quiet place to relax and have a strong drink or two. What better place to do that than a bar before heading to his temporarily home among the stars. He was walking along in silence, obviously deep in thought as many questions ran through his mind all at once...always planning...always paranoid. This...was why he needed a drink, mostly so he wouldn't end up running into someone. Which he ended up doing.

He felt the impact of bumping into an object; glad it wasn't the door or a wall, but the bumped brought his mind back to reality. He looked to see who or what he bumped into. Ali Gel. Though, he didn't know who it was, but obviously a T'vaoan.

He blinked, but kept the upper half of his face hidden underneath his hood. "Sorry," he mumbled. Walking away, he headed inside, and walked up to sit quietly at the bar to order the strongest drink they had. Yep...it was going to be that kind of night, but equally hoping he didn't have to deal with that T'vaoan. He lightly padded at his thigh, where his pistol was secured in its holster, and then started tapping away at his TAC-PAD strapped to his arm, while waiting for the bartender to bring him a drink.

[LaxKnight]

(RPing the bartender real quick.)

Geoff nodded to the hooded man. There weren't too many people at Asmodeus Station and he made it a point to remember the favorite drinks of those who visited at least once a week. Sadly the man's order of a strong drink was also his regular. He quickly got a clean glass, placed it before the man, and poured in some orange juice before filling the rest with vodka, a lot more of it than the norm. He then left the man to his business. He was no stranger but he knew the man enough to know that he'll want to talk when he's ready.

Eliza “Dizzy” Harding
Entering Galaxy’s Edge
Delivery!

The airlock doors parted to reveal a new patron to the bar, though judging from the smile that crossed the bartender’s lips when he saw her told this wasn't her first time here. Taking a few steps so the doors can close behind her she then walked straight to the Human bartender. She by no means looked remarkable for the only things of note on her drab blue jumpsuit besides the M6B in her hip and her multitool was the sticker of Mars on an old Marine helmet. She took a seat at the bar before she finally bothered to remove her helmet, revealing dark brown hair that she quickly (and sloppily) put up into a rough ponytail in some sort of effort to keep her hair out of her dark, almost grey eyes.

She looked to Geoff with a smile on her face while the man seemed to struggle repressing his. “How’s the business been Geoff? Looks pretty booming. I notice that you got a new cue stick since last time I was here,” though it didn't seem like she was trying to be loud, her voice seemed to carry through the sparse establishment.

“You know damn well how it broke for I recall you were the cause last time you were here. Took me three months to get a replacement out here,” his voice was stern and they stared each other down for a moment. Then smug smiles appeared on both of their lips for a bit before Geoff finally broke it with a hearty laugh. “Good to see ya Diz!” he said.

“Well I can’t say the same but it is nice to see someone who doesn't want to punch me in the face first time I see 'em,” she said, “Just bringing some goods to the station and some water from the moon. Your boys are taken the booze up right now.”

“Good to hear, good to hear.”

“Oh! That reminds me…”

She patted herself down until she found the pocket she was looking for and dug into it to pull out a small cardboard box. “You got mail. Brought everyone's mail but I figured I see you so I thought I would just give it to you,” she said.

“Dizzy the mailwoman. Has a ring to it…” he mused as he took his package.

“Hey! With how things are nowadays you be lucky that thing didn’t blow up. Damn pirates and bandits from all races flooding the Outer Colonies like a tsunami. If it ain’t them then it’s the damn rebels trying to exploit yeah! Miracle the UNSC has this much control. I should be a goddamn hero getting that to you from Trailblazer all the way out here to three lightyears right of bumfuck nowhere,” she retorted.

“Calm down, Dizzy. Just teasing damn. Why do you always have to take things too far?”

“Oh come on you know you love it.”

Geoff sighed then put the package on a self in the bar. “Well, thanks. Can I get you a drink?”

“Nah, I’m good for now.”

“Dizzy Harding turning down a drink? Are we seeing the Apocalypse?”

“Trust me, I lived through that already. Plus if that were true I would run your bar out of business,” she said more solemnly, “Your boys should be wrapping up soon and I plan on jumping on the first reason to get outta here. A place like this is bound to have someone ready to bolt and I gotta stay sharp for that quick bolt outta here.”

“I hear you. Let me know if you need anything.”

Dizzy turned to face the rest of the establishment. There was a man on her left that kept to himself, a few what looked to be miners, some lab coat folk, and…

Her grey eyes zeroed on a peculiar sight and her face went from nonchalant to stone cold. Her brow furrowed and she pointed to the being that caught her ire. “You! Feathers!” she called, “Where did you get that hoodie?”

A few heads turned to see what the commotion was about. Geoff looked to where she was pointing then gave a sad sigh. “Here we go again,” he grumbled to himself as he went to stand near the other patron seated at the bar as he cleaned out a glass. Her finger was aimed at the T’vaoan, the only one in the bar. Her words were deliberate, measured and had a menacing edge to them. She looked calm but her grey eyes forecasted a vicious storm if the being didn't answer carefully.

[Faclan]

Ali Gel - T'vaoan Guard
Galay's Edge
Photo bird.

Oppfing a bit when someone bumped into him Ali rather quickly spun around to see what had happened. He was a Kig-Yar after all and such bumps were often the first step in some pick pocketing! Several of them were on the distant Gel shores he would patrol and even more in the other territories. The Human sure looked like a thief...but also like he was paranoid about thieves himself. And a quick check over his pockets, vest items, and weapons let him know he still had everything. If Mike watched the few seconds it took Ali to check it would be clear that this bird had a system and history with pockets. But with nothing taken Ali just nodded and moved aside so he could more easily enter.

"It's alright Human, enjoy your drink." No need to be rude and Ali was raised right, despite the fact he was just in a local milita not a full military.

Sliding through the airlock doors Ali made sure to move out of the doorway before taking a look around. It seemed to be a pretty stadnard mid level tavern to him. A bit dark but clean. A good mix. Hopefully the drinks would be a good mix as well! But first he waved at the barman with a smile before heading over toward the window to take a look down at this planet that was apparently the reason for the living ship to be here. You could actually get a view of the ice moon at this time, and it next to the large green poisonous 'goldmine' was quiet a nice scene. So much in fact that Ali pulled out his PP again and switched it to picture mode to take a picture of it. Before scanning around before seeing a old glass and nodding, perfect.

Shifting his R-5 sling to be more over his chest so he didn't have to worry as much for it falling off his back he scooped up the old glass then set it on the window sill. Before taking out one of his boarding pistols and setting it up beside the glass. It was at this time that a human female started to loudly speak with the barman. But Ali ignored her as he poked at his pistol to get it to lean over and rest against the glass. Before snapping another picture! Just so he would remember where he was and others would know it was him who took the picture as the Gel Coast Guard crest was on the handle of his pistol. Just one last picture to take. Turning around Ali flipped his PP around and tapped a button so he himself would be in the picture with the planets behind him. Holding his PP out at arms reach he glanced to the side to see the Female looking at him but just shrugged as he looked back at the small light on his PP and gave a bit of a smirk before clicking the picture.

And then the female pointed and shouted at him.

Nearly dropping his PP Ali was able to catch it after fumbling it momentarily before looking back up at the female. Slipping it back into the pockets on his shorts. Reaching back to rest his hand against the handle of his already out boarding pistol as he listened to her shout. His expression was one of slightly cautious, eyes focused on her and mane slightly rising as he considered her outburst. It was a question he had many times before, but only shouted at him once before. And that time the Human attacked him, assuming he had taken it from a dead Human. Thankfully this female didn't have a weapon on her, at least out and pointed, unlike the knife last time. So he didn't move the pistol from the window sill to be pointed at her and instead held up his other hand a bit.

"I bought it Miss - one of your shipping companies was selling it when I was traveling to my first ExtraEayn assignment...I always wanted one and its comfortable." He kept carefully watching her, not liking her pointing and shouting. Ali hadn't seemed to notice the person that bumped into him was now sitting at the bar. But his Gel blade's mechanism and holster would now be easily visible on his forearm as he held out that arm toward Dizzy.

[LaxKnight]

Eliza “Dizzy” Harding
Entering Galaxy’s Edge
Interesting…

Dizzy’s narrowed watched as the Bird fumbled with their device before regaining some sort of composure. His guarded pose wasn’t lost on her. She wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a gun on her. It wouldn’t be the first time. She moved her arms so her wrists rested on her hips, a pose others commented was strange and made them uncomfortable when they did the same but was felt perfectly fine for her. Plus it was nice and close to her pistol.

When the Bird spoke she raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t quite expecting that answer. She saw the weird blade device on his forearm. Probably not best to get in a fist fight with this one. He probably won’t fight fair. However what surprised her the most was that he bought it, didn’t steal it or nothing.

“Really?” she said. Her tone changed from challenging to intrigue. She slowly brought her arms up so they crossed under her breasts as she leaned back onto the bar in a more relaxed position. “Don’t see that everyday. Were you in the War?” she inquired.

[Faclan]

Ali Gel - T'vaoan Guard
Galaxy's Edge
Happy bird?

She looked like a Matron with that stance...one full of disappointment and just waiting for you to reveal what you broke. But one with also aggression just waiting for you to flinch so she could reach out and smack you for your failure. It was unsettling!

Taking a half step back from the akimbo female Ali clearly looked pretty uncomfortable due to her demeanor. But after she soften a bit he went back to standing normally, reaching to each arm to pull his sleeves up a bit as it was starting to get a bit warm. Having to pull a bit harder on his right sleeev since his wrist blade was attached but it was wraped snugly around his hand so didn't move. His now cut short forearm feather tufts visible as he smiled a bit at Dizzy.

"I get that question a lot Miss. But no I was not, we had need of soldiers and guards even outside of the war and I was a Coast Guard for my Nest - the nest being Gel if you were curious. But recently I was hired for a guard job at a new settlement, outside of the Eayn system, which is where I was able to purchase this hoodie. Never faced the Quota draft demanded of my people so never had to fight in the Sangheili's war with your kind so never had to hate you. And I always liked your bird symbol, so when I saw this for purchase I got it for myself. The settlement had some...issues, but finally got that settled so heading home."

He had dropped his aggressive stance and retrieved his boarding pistol, slipping it back into its holster and then picking up the old glass too. Giving an approximation of a smile even! "How about yourself? I'm sure it would be easier to talk seated and not trying to talk across the entire bar."

Finally, a polite talkative murder bird!

[Llau]

Mike Moretti
Galaxy's Edge
Drinking n' Waiting

He nodded his thanks as the bartender gave him a glass of vodka mixed with the OJ, whispering a, "Thanks, Geoff." and then taking a small sip of the drink, while he listened to what was going on around him. He looked into the mirror at the bar, and watched as the woman and the T'vaoan he bumped into earlier. It seemed like she was going to start something with the alien, but then the two started talking about the UNSC hoodie the T'vaoan was wearing. He blinked a little when he overheard Ali mentioning that he was a 'Gel'. Why did that sound familiar to him. He nursed his glass for a few minutes; thinking about everything that has happened to him, and wondered where he's heard that name. Damn, now that's going to bother him all day.

He sighed. Where was Kin at...?

"Speaking of the bird..." he murmured to himself.


Kin
Galaxy's Edge
Fluffy Mercenary

A young T'vaoan fluff ambled into Galaxy's Edge; his feathers dyed a mixture of bright blue and red, and dressed in a mixture of human and Kig-Yar clothing and light armor, and armed with two daggers and a human rifle behind his back. He moved the goggles that were over his eyes up to his forehead and peered around. Raised by a group of insurrectionists who found him on a derelict ship, he was soon trained by them, and eventually became a mercenary-for-hire...mostly still working for the group of humans who saved his life. He was an interesting one, a little awkward, but very smart and clever, and knew English well, as well as his own language since the humans he lived with traded often with Kig-Yar traders. 

His eyes quickly spotted Moretti, and he suddenly looked happy as he wandered over to the bar. He patted the human on the back, and sat on the bar stool next to him. 

"M...wait...er...Mr. Wolfe," he happily said, "Nice to see you again. The Mistress sends you her kind regards, and that she misses you very much."

He smiled back when that managed to get the grumpy-looking man to smile. "Good," Moretti replied. "Glad she's fine."

[Seraph]

Rha'na Soran
Entering the Galaxy's Edge
A New Face Come Drifting In

As the patrons of the bar seemed to be settling into their own distractions there came a sound foot falls could lightly be heard coming in. Another figure shuffled in through the entrance as the sounds of thick souls of armored boots knocked against floor with soft thumps. 

It was a Sangheili, tall and thin, they were garbed in a black form skinned suit often seen worn underneath the armor of a combat harness. Over it the stranger had on a thick leather overcoat they wore with the front open showing off the dark, lightly armored vest underneath. The alien paused at the door scanning the room with hazel & amber eyes. The dimmed light of the seedy little tavern played off the dark azure skin of their unadorned head as if it were wet or oily. But it was also enough to show this Sangheili's features were smoother and softer than any male of the species, appearing almost feminine in overall form. The one feature that may have stood out most was the marking tattooed on the side of its face: a crimson colored crescent outlined in white around the left eye.

They appeared to just be taking in the surrounding atmosphere of the room as the the alien hovered by the entrance a moment longer before starting to makes their way across the room. The  Sangheili passed by the other patrons as it stared straight ahead at the bar as they strode forward. The only time its gaze deviated was when they cast a passing glance toward a loud Kig-yar, squawking as they do, speaking in the English tongue at a Human woman who was stood by the bar putting on some odd posture.

Seemingly wanting to avoid the other patrons the Sangheili reached the bar and took a seat at the other end of the counter. The Sangheili sat sideways in their seat leaning on the bar with one arm and the other hand rested on a knee. The position was slightly awkward as Rha'na shifted a little before finding a comfortable position before clearing her throat. She raised a hand to wave down the bartender. While she waited the Sangheili had a good angle to lean on the bar while she lazily could let her eyes wander around the room at the other patrons and what sparse decorations dotted the room.

[LaxKnight]

Eliza “Dizzy” Harding
Entering Galaxy’s Edge
Pop a Squat

Dizzy waited for the answer as the Bird, watching with mild impatience as he rolled up his sleeves to reveal more of the sharp gizmo and gave their version of a smile, having dealt with his kind before. He then explained that he was never in the War but was part of the Coast Guard, something that raised a confused eyebrow. While his reasoning was pretty sound there was one thing that was weird. She took out a hand and waved the Bird over. “Get over here and explain to me what the fuck a Coast Guard in space is,” she said.

She waited for him to come over to take a seat then went on to say, “Now I maybe have been in space for damn near my whole life but I know that a Coast Guard is formed around water or somewhere with a Coast. It like some little defense fleet? I only gone near the systems near Eayn twice. Can’t go ten feet in that space without some specie-est Vulture pirate trying to steal my freight ‘for the good of their clan’. Fucking bastards.”

She emphasized the point with a bang on the counter.



Bartender Geoff Nosman

The man noticed the new arrivals but didn’t pay any heed to strangers until one of them, a Sangheili, waved for him. He made his way over with the empty glass he was cleaning in hand. He never seen them before it’s and this was the first time he’s seen the honorable race in a good while. He knew of very few that worked here and they rarely came to the bar. “What can I get you today?” he kindly asked.

[Faclan]

Ali Gel - T'vaoan Guard
Galaxy's Edge
Explaining some of his beloved Clan History.

Ali actually give a chuckle when the female seemed so confused at the idea of a Coast Guard. A very bird sounding chortling call which had his vocal sac fluctuated before he calmed down and smiled some more. But he nodded and headed over toward her and the offered place at the bar. Once there he nodded at the bartender and placed the old glass he picked up on the counter, just trying to help so he didn't have to clean up later. He added a little 'nice place' before focusing back on the female. Leaning a bit sideways on the stool with one arm over the bar as he kept smiling before it went away when she mentioned the Pirates and also honest sailors who took any chance to raid a Human vessel.

"Unfortunately that is a problem now Miss with the Eayn system - A lot of veterans from the war returned and still have a lot of hate for Humans even if a lot of the Nests wish to do trade and business with them. It would be safe if you made arrangements with a Clan beforehand as they would send an escort to ensure that the trip goes smoothly. But as time goes on the hate will die down and good business will follow I'm sure Miss. But we are working on cleaning up our home system from the honorless Pirates."

He looked to the side when another person entered and was really glad to see another Kig enter the bar. Giving him a little salute and a 'Good to see another feather n' claw around here mate' before turning back to Dizzy and answering her first question.

"As too your question about a Coast Guard while there are indeed a few defense fleets those crewmen are just crewmen Miss. I was an actual Coast Guard on a Coast and a water boat and everything. Gel is quiet a large Nest with a lot of territory to cover who have quite a few enemies in and around Eayn. As such there is always a need for watchful eyes, rapid responses, and swift justice." He pulled out one of his boarding pistols and flipped it around in his hand to be holding the large muzzle so the grip was facing Dizzy so she could see the crest. "That was the motto actually of the detachment I was in, one of the oldest ones in Gels history, the South Coast Skimmers."

He glanced to the side as a Sangheili walked in but just gave them a little nod before focusing back on Dizzy. The symbol on the grip would be a small circular insert in the grip under a small crossed Claw and Blade - Gels shorthand symbol. The circular symbol the prow of a ship coming from the right, a canon on the deck pointing forward and a large almost cow catcher like blade near the surface of the water. A small simple placard of a Gel fighter who worked on the water. As the Kigs often didn't have full militaries the Coast Guard and the Naval militia, when it was gathered, often just shared the same symbols.

"Ali Gel by the way Miss, may I ask your name?"

(Woooo making up symbols.)

[Seraph]

Rha'na Soran
Entering the Galaxy's Edge
A New Face Come Drifting In

Waiting for the service Rha'na's eyes wandered over the various things and people gathered in the room. This establishment felt like any other dingy little hole in the wall Rha'na would find herself from time to time in her work. It was especially so by the apparent Human design which she was still rather unused to seeing despite the variety of places she had been. The flat, angular architecture that Humanity seemed so fond of lacked a certain elegance in comparison to what she had been used to. The wayward spacer was aware that constructions of such orbital installations such as this Asmodeus Station was by no means the archetype, for sure. But the nature of such a place's location on the far flung end of fringe space had a way of letting one know what sort of parts of the galaxy they were in.

At least this establishment better kempt than a KigYar pirates den, she thought to herself. Apart from the unusual mix of patrons she found there was nothing else seemingly remarkable to contemplate.

Rha'na's mandible twitched when she sensed a movement next to her followed by a voice. Her eyes snapped to the Human behind the counter, a man, as he asked her what he might get for the Sangheili. She regarded him with a thoughtful click of her mandibles.

"I...would like just...water. Please." The came slowly and deliberate in the low, smooth tone of her voice. The rough, purring accent of her English was likely rather apparent. Since she had begun to traveling through Space on her own Rha'na was quick to learn that learning the language would come to be a necessity since more social channels had opened up between the various species since the Great War's end. "And make that with...no ice."

[LaxKnight]

Eliza “Dizzy” Harding
Galaxy’s Edge
*Clears throat*

Dizzy listened to the Bird agree with the rampant piracy problem and offered a solution for it. While she personally enjoyed kicking pirate behind she also enjoyed making money and the best way to do that was delivered undamaged freight. He then explained his history in this Coast Guard. Apparently this was a legit thing with boats, water, the whole shebang. To a woman who’s been in space for damn near her whole life it sounded weird but it kind of made sense. The one thing she couldn’t help thinking is why have a boat navy in an age of spaceships and hover vehicles? However he talked about it with definite pride for his job and his Nest, the point further emphasized when he took out his piece to show off the logo on it which she assumed to be his nest along with other embellishments. It was pretty, she couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship that went into it.

So enamored by it that Dizzy almost missed the Bird’s question when he introduced himself. She looked up to see his inquiring glance waiting for a reply. Quickly adopting her trademark swagger again she said, “The name is Dizzy. That’s a pretty nice piece there. Must have been some hell of a pretty credit there. Now, I never claim to be the fastest wit but what I don’t get is why do you need dinky boats when you guys got death machines that hover? Why not just hover over the sea? Or just use gunships? No one’s going to fuck with a gunship.”


Bartender Geoff Nosman

With a curt nod Geoff set the glass he was cleaning down, got out a clean glass, poured water from a spigot into it, and set the glass before the Sangheili. He then returned to cleaning the glass he was working on, observing the various patrons to catch any order and insure nothing bad was brewing.


Dillon Hicks (?)
Entering Galaxy’s Edge
Another Day, Another Drink

The bar seemed to be getting busier by the second. That was the first observation Dillon made when he walked in. His shift just ended and he needed some time to relax. The Gun for Hire was still clad in his black painted armor, minus his helmet. It looked a lot like ODST armor though it seemed lighter for it was missing the shoulder pads and ‘unnecessary’ attachments along with the armor possessing no markings besides a patch of a flaming skull and crossbones on his right shoulder. On its magnetic holster was a worn M7 SMG on his outer right thigh and a M392 DMR on his back. It was unusual to carry this much firepower on station unless one was part of the small security force hired by Jenis-Vasap to guard the facilities, be it from pirates, corporate spies, rebels, and riots. The force was made up of mercenaries, guns for hire, and private contractors: men and women of the races who are no strangers to violence and willing to work with each other for some profit. Thankfully it was easy money since CKI-0985 is so insignificant the very few pirate raids they had were few and far between, enough to count on one hand.

Dillon was a regular here so when the man walked in Geoff acknowledged him with a smile. “Dillon! What can I get you?” he said.

“One Luna Blue please,” he said as he took a seat alone at one of the booths. He looked at the various people here and noticed that there were a curious number of people he didn’t recognize here. There was even a Sangheili here. In the 6 months he’s been here, he made it a point to memorize everyone’s faces from the various rosters to make his job a bit easier. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He instead took out his data pad and scrolled through some messages as he waited for his drink.

[Seraph]

Rha'na 'Sorahn
Alone at the bar, The Galaxy's Edge
Reflecting in respite

Rha'na waited patiently while the barkeep fetched her drink. Her impassive eyes following him as he retrieved a glass of the clear and came back to set it on the counter in front of her. She gave the small man a nod in return before he turned away again. Rha'na gently wrapped her long fingers around the glass and lifted the rim of it up to her face, but did not take a drink. The Sangheili quietly sniffed at the clear liquid for a moment. It smelled as if it came out of an old cistern, but it was not much more she would have expected of a seedy little place like this. Another moment passed before being satisfied nothing was wrong with the drink, she took a drink. Having no lips in which to sip she had to tilt back her head to allow the water pour into her open mandibles and into her mouth before swallowing. She savored the cool liquid, quenching her thirst as Rha'na slowly and steadily drained the glass in one go without spilling any.

It had not been long since the 'Sorahn had arrived on Asmodeus station. The transport shuttle she had been crewed on had come in to dock after arriving via hyper-space transport. It was a wonder to Rha'na how they had even come to drifting into this particular system after the ship's navigation seemed to suffer from some technical issues during transit to another destination entirely. Issues that in turn resulted in the ship's computers malfunctioning and the pilot having to deviate off course into the middle of nowhere. It was only by a stroke of luck that another ship happened to pass by close enough to pick up her shuttle's signal beacon and lead them here to this place so the crew could dock for emergency repairs...among other things. The details behind the whole affair leading up to her being here brought much grief to the Sangheili. Especially now that she was currently unemployed after a disagreement between the captain of the cargo transport and herself had taken place quite recently.

((Just in case. Rha'na wasn't on Dizzy's transport. It was a different one. But feel free to connect the events if any of you like.))

Rha'na set the empty glass down and lightly quipped her mandibles in satisfaction. She had been seeking someplace relax and allow things to blow over for a while. She was tired after experiencing a long few cycle of setback after setback this trip had thrown at her. She could worry about her current situation later. For now Rha'na just sat back, allowing herself to slouch a little in her seat. At least she was able to collect the last of her promised pay before leaving her employer's service. Rha'na had a feeling she would be here for some time.

Suddenly the entrance of yet another new arrival made Rha'na turn her head as she noticed another man walk in. Yet unlike the rest of the lot sitting around this one was what appeared to be a light battle dress, armaments and all. Out of habit the sight made the Sangheili's lower left mandible twitch. She suddenly became a little more attentive toward the unfamiliar person and very much returned their silent quizzical glance with one of her own. The moment passed quickly however and Rha'na, slightly irked, turned her attentions elsewhere as she feigned interest in the program that was playing on a nearby monitor.

[Faclan]

(Ali has light armor and a rifle with him too Seraph :> )

Ali Gel - T'vaoan Guard
Galaxy's Edge
Dinky?!

Ali liked this Human female, she was actually interested in learning a bit more about him and didn't just assume he was going to try and rob her. And she seemed to have a good sense of humor. Which was always good. Holstering his Boarding pistol he just chuckled again when she asked about why they used 'dinky' boats. He was pretty sure that meant tiny or worthless, oh how wrong she was. Well, he thought as he took out his PP, not really wrong just uninformed.

"One moment Miss Dizzy, finding a reference for you to see." Trying not to be rude Ali quickly shifted through some of his older pictures as he responded to one of her first comments. "And I didn't pay for them Miss, the pistols we're given to me for five yeas of service in the Coast Guards. A half reward and half going away present before I went on the Extra-Eayn mission I mentioned earlier." Nodding to himself Eal turned his PP around so Dizzy could see the pictures.

(Just imagine Kiggles in these pictures that have icky Hoomans in them)

"You may imagine a tiny thing like this, which I will admit is pretty small and worthless. But its important to mention I think you may mean why don't we use Covenant vehicals? Cost and they are pretty hard to get your claws on - much easier to just use stuff we make ourselves." 

He reached over the PP to slide his finger across it to go to the next picture as he continued. "But sea piracy is just as rampant in the Eayn system as the space Piracy, so we need stuff a bit more substantial to ensure the safety of our allies and home. This is the smallest of the Patrol Boats we would use, for shore security. I started on one of these."

Another slide. "But the further from a secure shore you go the more dangerous the waters become. So larger and more armored craft are needed, this would be our most common one. A general purpose defense and rescue craft, often with two small Skimmers (Jet Ski's) off the back if we need to chase or rescue. These are the general lookout and patrol crafts. After my first year I would normally move up to one of these but I skipped this class to move onto our Deep Ocean Security."

And another slide. "There are comparatively few of these craft compared to the middle class. But these are the heavy hitters. The ones that stay out for maybe months making sure trade ships are safe. Occasionally getting supply drops from the middlers when needed. There are craft larger than these but those aren't used unless there is a war going on to serve as Command Ships."

He set his PP on the bar near Dizzy if she wanted to look at the pictures some more as he continued. "And as to your question of why boats its pretty simple, an aircraft can't turn off their system to save fuel and just sit on the water and still be effective. Same with trying to hover over the seas. And storms tend to be harder for those then a well made ship. And Pirates and smaller nests trying to smuggle or attack Gel won't have that kind of tech available to them, and if they do we can fit larger guns on our ships than they can on their flying ones. All it takes is one good canon blast or rocket launch from the ships system or from the crew and their supposedly superior flying craft is sinking with them inside. Dead in the water with up to hundreds of miles to try and swim if they don't wish to surrender to us when we float over to the crash site. But you are right about the gunships, but pirates won't often have them - but there are flying craft that can be scrambled to ships in need if needed. But at least during my service we never ran into a fully loaded gunship. Just small aircraft or boats up to our size and smaller looking for a fight or trying to break through our lines."

Still all smiles he leaned some more against the bar. "Sorry if that was long winded Miss Dizzy but hopefully it answers your questions and I would be happy to answer more if you have them - or join you in drinking."

(Was a fun post to write and get pictures for :>)