Post #1541221 in Gunship: True Beginnings, a roleplay on RPG

Captain Jones burst into the bar laughing, his arms spread wide open. He had a jolly look about him. As he walked to the table where most of his crew was sitting at, he grabbed on to a young man's collar and lifted him up off the ground. Jones carried Allen on his shoulder until he made it to the table.T captain threw the kid down on a chair and then took a seat himself.

"So you're looking for the Crew of the Daedalus ya say? Looks like I came in at the right time eh lads?" He said to Rose and the others. "Lila my dear! Be a dear and get me the usual!" Jones waved at the waitress, she smiled back and went to the bar to get the captain a drink.

"So who have we got ere'? By the look of ye you're some sort of scholar ain't ya, that emblem on your clothes there it belongs to a very reputable university. The name completely escapes me though so you'll have to forgive me." He looked over at the other robots who were sitting at the table with them.
"Right then, whats all this business with machine people, you two don't look like any ordinary machines." The captain gestured at Victoria and Red with a waving fork.

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Edwin smiled at the story behind Rikki's tattoos, sounded like something she would do. He blushed at her later comment, both for her offering to show some skin, which he interpreted as something more than it really was, and for winking after suggesting Angel would be jealous.
He tried to change the patch of the conversation by answering Angel's earlier question.

"This old thing? Well it's nothing really, I made it a few months back before registering for the Daedalus. It's the first of it's kind. At least the first I know of. It can shoot supercharged rounds of highly energized ammunition. Gunbead packs a serious punch despite it's strange looking appearance. Took me about two years to figure out how to make it shoot without blowing up. Another half a year to make it shoot straight. Damn thing took a lot of money too.Suppose it's a good thing I didn't need much to get by, being a mechanic payed well, not fantastic by any means but I never really struggled."

As the afternoon went on Edwin began to feel somewhat uneasy. The bar was full of humans, not very reputable looking ones either. Many of the waitresses were being sexually harassed, damn near all of them were elven girls as well. His ears twitched every time he heard some sort of racial slur, which happened more and more frequently the more he listened.

"That knife-eared bastard, who does he think he is?"

"Damned scum ever since they allowed elves to buy their own freedom they've started thinking they're our equals"

"All they are is trash, I'm surprised we didn't leave them all behind when the founders first fled to the skies."

"We needed some one to clean shit up."[/]

He tried to focus on the conversation at hand Rikki was looking a little tipsy and had been telling some story about her former crew. Angel was somewhat preoccupied with her surroundings. Something seemed off about her, she kept glancing at the exits. Was she planning on leaving without saying goodbye?
His thoughts were interrupted by yet another conversation.

[i]"That bloody muckskin* tried to steal my coin again this morning!"

"What did you do to him Largo?"

"Haha, I enjoyed ripping the damned hands of the fool. Let's see him try and steal from anyone ever again."

Edwin gritted his teeth and tried to clam down, his foot was shaking uncontrollably and it was now easy to see he was unnerved by the whole idea of sitting still for one more second without blowing the heads off every single bastard in this place.

"I'm sorry sir!" a young girls voice screamed from a table near the back wall. Edwin turned to see a man angrily yelling at the elven slave who messed up his order.

"You dirty knife-eared wench!" The man stood up and grabbed the girl by her wrist, forcefully throwing her down to the floor. His hand curled up into a fist and struck her across the face. Edwin looked around and noticed no one payed the scene any attention. The sound of the man's fist making contact with the girls face caused him to cringe.

"I'll teach you to." The man lifted up his fist high above his head, ready to come crushing down with full force on the helpless elven girl. Soon enough the component's of his skull had been splattered all over the wall. No one even heard the noise of Gunbead firing, all they felt was a small rush of wind fly by them as the bullet released all it's charged energy. Most of the canteen was quiet, the man's drinking mates were at a total loss.

"Thank you." The elven slave said weakly, the other elven waitresses ran to her aid.
Edwin walked out of the bar without saying another word. He walked though the streets until he reached the edge of the sky-city. It was quiet there. The wind the only noise Edwin could hear. There he dropped to his knees and punched the steel ground of Tirdwell. He looked at the clouds and screamed at the top of his lungs.

*Muckskin refers to the Elves natural tanned skin color. The fact that they do not have that many different shades creates a unity amongst the elves for there is no such thing as racism, between each other. To humans, who have a history of prejudice it is just one more thing to dislike about the elves, they call them Muckskins as a reference to their skin color being like dirt.

Snippet #1541221

located in The Cloud Sea, a part of Gunship: True Beginnings, one of the many universes on RPG.

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