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Jacob Clarke

A mercenary for the Judicators. Clarke is known for his prowess at Bag N' Tag.

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a character in “Outgunned; Star Mercenaries”, as played by Gasmask

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[[Accessing Judicator Outpost-2 Logs.]]
[[Accessing Databank.]]
[[Forwarding File to Commander Teryn]]
[[Log: XC/CC/????]]
[[Original Login: Mathias, James; Level 3 Clearance]]
[[Access Point: [ / DATA RESTRICTED / ]]
[[Dossier: Begin]]


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Name: Jacob Clarke
Gender: Male
Age: 45
Physical Specifics: 7'6" tall and weighs 235lbs, ritually scarred right arm bearing typical Judicator rank and markings. Stubble, buzzcut mohawk. Clarke isn't known for his uniqueness, however has a long braid kept to right side of face that has hollowed casings put though it with the names of all the different planets served on with the Judicators.
Sought-after Position: Marine, Captain, Muscle. Whatever terms work for you. Clarke ain't much of a man to ask too many questions.
Applicable Skills: Ship-to-Ship boarding, grunt work, squad leadership. Trained in anti-gravity boarding, fighting and recon. Clarke's a tough nut.
Prior Experience: Judicator Operations on several planets of extreme weather and enough experience within the Judicators themselves to warrant the rank of captain for 3 current squads.
Faction of Origin: Judicators.


I hope you find this dossier enough to warrant the received payment, Commander. You might also want to know that the Judicators do not clash with any other mercenary forces under your control. The Judicators aren't known for their niceties. I've provided a short history of their engagements and origins in the next file. Over 'N out, Cmndr Teryn. Oh, here's a picture of Clarke in action, to the right

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The Judicators are a small group of surprisingly elite private military contractors who are known for their tenacity and crimson coloured armor. The Judicators specialize in bounty hunting, body-guarding and of course: War. No other mercenary core seems to ball as hard as these guys, having held out for their employees over a dozen times, and escaping certain bankruptcy.

The faction is currently spread thin to a multitude of contracts across the galaxy, their leader: James Mathias keeps a tight reign on his assets, and reigns in new members from ex military types and playing upon the 'Don't you miss the adrenaline, the satisfying kill-shot?' attitude of most of the older veterans of corporation wars and older earth conflicts. As of late, there has been no new recruitment.

The Judicators are also known for their ritual scaring of ranks and dreadful rumors of scalping their enemies. The former has yet to be confirmed, as most staff within the core are highly secretive about what happens in the inner circle of the group.

So begins...

Jacob Clarke's Story

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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"Sir. Isn't that the chick who blew up the Volantis? The one on the news?" One of the high tech marines said as they passed the blue-haired stranger. "Haha. That is fuckin' too." Another of the marines said in his static ingrained voice, his bright red armor glimmering as he pointed towards her and laughed, rounding his buddies up with pats on the back to stare at Cor Caroli though their skull-like visors.

Clarke turned around and rounded on his men. "Oi. Cut the abuse. We're on a contract, if she can blow up a ship that size, she can blow the damn hell out of you, Dave." The captain replied, turning his eyes around to check that they hadn't brought too much attention to themselves, a group of highly advanced soldiers in this part of the hangers taking the mickey out of some ship exploder would bring some undue attention to the squad of Judicators.

Clarke took off his skull-like helmet, held it under his arm and walked up to Caroli. "Cor, yeah? Sorry about that. They've gone long enough without being able to shoot at something. I'm Clarke." The marine lowered his voice to a quiet hush. "And there's a guy watchin' you." The marine stuck out his hand to shake hers.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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When Cor wanted to find marines she meant marines, not towering ten foot tall five-hundred pound giants. The man who walked up to her was almost twice her size. She only stood at five-feet and six inches, give or take a few centimeters. Cor had to crane her neck so far back to look him in the eye that it made her spine hurt.

She had heard the men talking about her and the Volantis. There was more to worry about than her most recent endeavor. Cor had not paid too much attention to the insults. However, it was nice that at least one of them came to apologize. Maybe this was her entry to report Greaser.

"Clarke," Cor repeated. "More like the mythological earth demi-god named Hercules." She looked at his spade of a hand and shook it with her teeny-tiny one. "So, Hercules, what do you mean someone is watching me?" Cor looked around, trying to find this person.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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Clarke laughed. Hercules? She was right, 7 foot tall and decked out in power armor definitely made him worthy of that nickname. "Behind me, looks interestin'. He's got an eye for you. He might be lookin' for trouble." The captain replied, taking his giant hand away from hers. The marine made sure to block his vision and then tapped his chest to draw her attention to his hand, raised it and made a pointing gesture towards him, disguising it as a casual scratch.

The marines behind him started to lean against the walls, or whatever was currently behind them and started to chitchat, occasionally checking their firearms or bringing up augmented displays from their hightech suits, swinging though the touchscreen holograms.

"Anyway, just wanted to apologize and warn you. Nice to meet you, ship destroyer." The marine smiled and turned to walk back to his squad.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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"The name's Cor and it wasn't my fault!" she protested as Hercules walked away. "And if I need a chiropractor, you're getting the bill!" Cor laughed but the humor died away fast. The woman looked directly at the man that Hercules had pointed out.

Things were just getting more and more odd by the moment. First Greaser and now Stalker. Cor had no idea what to make of it. At least she had gotten a heads up about Stalker from Hercules. She could appreciate his kindness. Perhaps his new nickname could be Gentle Giant.

Being a person of confrontation, Cor tugged on her short coat and walked right up to the man that had been watching her. "Hey you! What is your deal!" Cor said in an aggressive manner. "You got something to say about the Volantis you, asshole? Seems like everyone around here does but at least they have the balls to say something to my face!"

"Well, out with it already so I can forget you in the next five seconds. I have things to do!"

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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"Yes, you do," the man says simply, as if expecting Cor to approach him like that. "And it's probably going to get you killed." He shakes his head, giving her a steady look. Something about this man, too, felt wrong, like everyone knew something and wasn't telling her. "Either do it or don't. I'm just here to observe, and maybe..." He shrugs.

"As for the Voltanis, you did a good job, so I hear. Funny that you've become so famous for a single low-grade ship being lost to the void... isn't it." It wasn't a question. With that said, he simply begins to walk away, towards Hangar One.

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Clarke and his men would more than likely see the exchange- hear it, too, if they had any sort of listening equipment. Then the man simply walked away, actually heading, they would notice, in a roundabout way through the crowd towards them. The way he utilized the movements of the masses, he clearly had some experience with tracking in urban environments.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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He knew. This man knew about the shady deal. Cor had a gut feeling but she had no idea how he knew. What in the stars was going on! The situation was growing into absolute frustration. Could a woman just not find a piloting job and it not be complicated or filled with so many questions! She felt like Alice in an old Earth book, falling down a rabbit hole.

And when all others had condemned her for the Volantis, this man had congratulated her. And he made a good point. How was it that a shitty, unknown scrapping ship like the Volantis been smeared all over the newfeeds? Cor had never thought about that. She was too busy worrying over her debts and finding a new job.

Curiouser and curiouser, Cor Caroli quoted in her mind. She could not help but to follow this mysterious man back towards Hercules and his men.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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The squad had begun to talk, each man stopped in turn as one of the marines pointed out the way that the man their leader had pointed out had moved back into the crowd. "That dude's gotta know how to move, you remember that bounty on Tau?" "Yeah, but it ain't the same guy, jackass." "I know that, fuckwit." The marines argued, popping up the skullfaced visors and Clarke looked back at Cor to gauge her reaction.

Clarke held out his helmet to one of the squad members. "Hold this, Davis." The giant said, shoving the helmet into Davis' hands with a grin. "Sure boss, want me to get your slippers too?" Davis replied with a scoff. "Yeah, yeah. Ever tire of being a jackass, Davis?" Clarke snapped back, Davis only smiled and whispered a reply of "No."

The giant pushed his way though the crowd, shoving the occasional civilian out of his way as he moved to cut off the stalker. The marine kept one hand on the revolver on his belt as he found his way infront of the mysterious man, directly cutting off access to the second hanger.

Clarke puffed out his chest, putting on his best firm smile. "Going somewhere, buddy?" The squad begun to spread out around the hanger. Davis made a note to his squadmates to draw their sidearms but keep it subtle. There was a loud crackle in Clarke's ear as Davis sent him a message. "Got your back, Sir."

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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The stranger didn't seem all too perturbed by the large man stepping into his path; in fact, it seemed like he was heading towards Clarke the entire time, now they were face to face. "Right here," he says warmly, staring up at the giant's face. He either knew he was screwed, or was being plain and cordial.

"I wanted to thank you for letting her know about me," he says, jerking a thumb back towards Cor, who he probably hadn't realized was coming up behind him by now. "I was afraid she'd completely missed my boring a hole in her skull. Now... what is it you wanted," he wonders aloud, flicking his eyes around quickly; he'd tagged at least three of Clarke's men just by that simple scan, though they stuck out with their giant height and bright red armor.

"Perhaps we should take this inevitable conversation somewhere of more... privacy?" He raises his brows, as if suggesting something.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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"Privacy would be fantastic actually since you don't seem to want to stay in one place long enough for me to ask some very important questions, like why were you staring at me to intently and what you do mean my new job is gonna get me killed. Those two are good for starters, or maybe we'll start out simple, like, I dunno... your name. Just a thought," Cor said, standing behind Stalker.

Cor had a mind to slap Stalker at the back of his head and her hand twitched. The woman kept herself tame and behaved for the moment. Information first, aggression later.

"Also, if we go somewhere private, I suggest somewhere I can get something to eat. I haven't had food or any kind of nutrients in two days. A girl's gotta eat, man."

"Oh," she added. "And a lady never pays for her meals in the company of gents." Cor winked at Hercules which was easy to do since he towered over... everyone."

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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"Come on." Hercules said, swinging a giant arm around Stalker with a docile smile towards him and his lady target. "This ladies got some questions to ask, and I'm feeling a heckling for some bacon." The marine captain said, winking back at Cor and then turning his head towards the marines behind him.

"How about you boys? You want to stay hungry forever?" The marines all retorted with a chatter of affirmatives and swearing, pulling their visors down and picking up their nearby equipment and duffelbags and moved into flanking bodyguard positions around their captain, Stalker and Cor.

"Even midget ladies?"

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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The man, seemingly entirely unintimidated by the hulking man in front of him, jumps slightly when Cor starts talking behind him. "Oh," he says, in surprise. "So you're not doing it then? Well, that changes things..." He pauses and looks at the massive hand that was now draped over his shoulders.

"I know a lovely little diner on the maintenance level," he says in a friendly tone, either being amenable to the massive amount of danger he was in, or simply not aware of it. "I assume all this food is going to be my treat?"

He gestures down one of the access corridors nearby, and allows Clarke to lead him; he didn't fancy the idea of trying to get out of the large man's grip anyway.

In very short order, they were out of the bulk of the crowds, where a few others here and there were lounging, smoking, or chatting in softer voices.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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"Midget lady," Cor mumbled beneath her breath. "Let me punch you in the gonads and see if you think my height is still funny." There was no direct intention of Hercules hearing what Cor had said, but she would not care either way. Who in the stars ever said "gonads" too? Apparently Cor did.

The short lady walked beside Stalker, her stride much shorter than the others, especially Hercules and his men. It was difficult to keep up with them all. Cor was losing her breath, and quickly. "What do you mean this changes things? Do you ever answer questions or do you just like to lead people around by the nose? I have to admit this is getting a little old and annoying. You should just answer questions."

"And, also, I never said that this changes things. I could still take the Mule around for a drive. I haven't made up my mind yet, I just wanted some food first before I made a decision and some fucking information."

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Marcus Turner Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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What a great place to be and a wonderful time to be alive. Marcus couldn't help but feel today was his lucky day, as he strode about in what would be considered an excessive captains uniform complete with large bulky overcoat and absurd make-up of black eyeshadow and matching finger paint. Still, despite this pretentious oddity he looked somewhat level-headed, with a steady stare on his face not indicating any presumptions or quirkiness of personality. He wasn't smiling like an idiot and he seemed alert, but not so alert he would jump at shadows.

So he was off somewhere to mingle, somewhere he might find whispers of work or of some ship going some place, maybe even a military campaign if he had no other options. Money was growing short and he didn't want to stay stuck on the station forever. However right now he was a bit lost, around the maintenance levels with a frown crossing his face and a furrow of brows while he looked for someone who knew where they were going.

In fact, he saw a pair ahead that fit the bill, overhearing the word 'diner', but hovering just a little away and looking in a non-specific direction, trying to use his large black overcoat to look inconspicuous as he leant on a nearby wall. Part of him suddenly yearned for a smoke to look inconspicuous.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Marcus Turner Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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The marine called Davis leaned close to Cor. "Hey, Captain Sheep-Shearer thinks everyone is short. Don't take it too hard, it's not his fault he's a fuckin' freak." The marine said in a whisper, there was a jokes between them but it was no lie within the squad that Davis and Clarke resented eachother for some particular reason or another.

Clarke grinned at Stalker. "You know it, I ain't paid damn near enough for baggin' n taggin'." Clarke slurred, the grip around the man's shoulders loosening. The marines flaking the small party started to slowly remove their helmets or flip up their visors and share smokes with each other. "Suckin' off a fag already, Gary?" "Yeah, yeah. Keep on talkin' ya fuckin homophobe." The marines chattered, offering Stalker and Cor smokes as they lit up.

Clarke turned to Davis and leered. "You got the information on that fuckin' contractee yet? Captain what'shisface?" Davis strared back and exhaled smoke out of his lips, brought up a holographic menu and scrolled down a menu of blurred text to anyone else. "Commander Teryn. Yeah, but got no idea where we're packin and what ship he wants us on, we better finish up with this lot quick."

Clarke sighed. "And I was just beginin' to like you Cor, and this guy dosen't seem too bad. Speakin' of which. What's your name?" Clarke asked Stalker, smiling ever so pleasantly.

One of the marines veered off from the group and and leaned against the wall that Marcus had setup shop on and offered a smoke. "You look like you're pining. Name's Gary." Gary introduced himself and offered him the packet and exhaled smoke into the station air and offer the disgustingly haired captain his hand to shake. "This is the place where all the cool guys smoke, yeah?" The marine joked, attempting to get comfortable on the wall.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Andra Lanfear Character Portrait: Marcus Turner Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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Alex walked about with a black travel bag and a jacket flung over her right shoulder, her grey hues searching for something specific although her doubts were high that she would find it here. Her father had sent items that they had made custom for people to this place in order for them to have a mutual place to pick it up. She had heard rumors that the military was often common here, although this was neutral grounds.

But that's was what she was looking for. A recruiter. Her brothers hadn't contacted them in ages, so she couldn't ask them. Not that they would have been any help as their father had basically let it be well known that he was not in favor of this idea. Father was a stubborn old fool who'd thought the military was no place for a woman. Especially his only daughter. Well that was his fault, he taught her how to shoot didn't he?

Occasionally, she would stop by some traders or seller to ask if they had seen one, but would be turned down most times. This had the short red head grumbling under her breath. She only had enough currency for the fare to go back home. That was not something she wanted, or even could do at this point. The old man had not taken kindly to Alex standing up for herself.

So she kept looking, stubbornly.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Andra Lanfear Character Portrait: Marcus Turner Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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The man didn't seem interested in trying to bolt, even when Clarke's grip slackened a bit. He was smart enough to know, anyways, that he'd be dead before he got three centimeters. Instead, he simply listens in on the chatter as he leads them down and down and around, eventually stopping before a shady looking diner called Bad Trade.

Looking up at Clarke, he smiles. "You're working for Teryn, soon?" He seems surprised. "Well, that makes things all the more simple." He offers a hand; "Call me Sliver, I'll be your pilot today. But first..." he gestures meaningfully towards the Diner. "Don't mind the poor look of the place, it's got the best food on the station- it's all real, for one," he says with a joke. It was common knowledge that most of the eating establishments on the Trade station used flavored, shaped meals composed of completely synthetic ingredients meant to act like the real thing.

He decidedly ignored Cor's statements about taking the Mule. It was incredibly likely that the ship was already getting a new Captain, since she didn't show, and he'd have plenty to tell her about that mess she nearly walked into.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Andra Lanfear Character Portrait: Marcus Turner Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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Cor all but hissed when the cigarette was offered to her. She was the pinnacle of health, aside from the lack of food to eat. She did not poison her body with any kind of substances running around Pardus, or any system for that matter. Cor, like Sliver, remained quiet for the duration of their walk. It was always more important to listen and gather information than to speak and give some away.

She had been looking around at the faces they passed until Sliver said something about real food. Her head whipped around and she was just about to make some comment or ask a question until Cor collided into something.

In actuality it was not something but a someone.

It was a short, fiery-red haired woman with a black travel bag, and Cor had mowed her over, tangling their limbs in Cor's desperate attempt to keep her non-existent balance.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Andra Lanfear Character Portrait: Marcus Turner Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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Clarke had opened his mouth to reply to the newly introduced Silver when a woman with red hair barreled into his other new companion, causing him to take his arm off from around the pilot and move it down to the revolver that stood proudly on his side and thumbed the safety off and offering Cor his other hand to help get her help and signalling for Davis to help the other stranger up.

"Yup. I'm the muscle in this game, all horns, no brains. I'll leave that shit to you folks, you just put a leash on me and my boys and point me in the right direction... But make sure you pay me first. A mercenaries only loyalty is money, har." Clarke half-joked, the marines around him were still tense from the unexpected accident.

After all, where they usually operated, an accident like that wasn't an accident.

Clarke decided to make up to Silver, now armed with the knowledge his life might fall into this man's hands. The marine carefully removed his wallet and used two fingers to take out a couple of ten dollar credits, notes they were, if that was to be believed, whatever the marine did as his last contract, it must've paid well.

"Half for everyone here, you pay the other half. You good with that, Silver? But I want you to answer Cor's questions too."

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Andra Lanfear Character Portrait: Marcus Turner Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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As Gary approached Marcus raised his head, as if he only just noticed the guy, playing off the whole 'eaves dropping' thing. "Yeah, something like that," he said, before raising a hand to palm away the smokes, then shake the guys hand. "I'm trying to quit. So I guess I'm pining for a smoke. Trying to quit cold turkey. Speaking of which, know where a guy can grab a bite to eat?" he asked with a lone eyebrow quirking upwards.

Any respect he may have gained for being a level-headed individual and pretending to be a quitting smoker would almost immediately be lost with a small twitch of his head, flicking his artificially darkened hair out of his sunken right eye, only for it to fall back in place over it. His eyes flicked from Gary towards the escaping group and back, trying to look attentive. "They your friends?"

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Andra Lanfear Character Portrait: Marcus Turner Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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Someone had mentioned to try looking for a recruiter towards the other end of the station. It was probably just a ploy to get her away from his shop, as far away as he could manage it. She was not exactly the meek timid type. Alex had just rounded the bend when-- Smack. The next thing she knew, she was in a tangle half collapsed on the floor, her items scattered on the floor as everyone walked by. Alex grabbed her noggin, hissing. "Sunova..." She began a rant of curses. "Why don'cha watch where the 'ell youer goin'!" She growled at Cor, despite the scene they had both created around them. "Paradin' about willy nilly an' runnin' into proper folk with youer frolickin' about.." She complained a bit more.

It wasn't until she noticed the tension surrounding her that she realized that she quite possibly had bumped into someone important. Common sense told her she should probably curve her tongue a little bit. Her temper told her to keep going. She shrugged off the attempt to be helped up from the man, Davis and picked up her jacket and bag. "The way you look, youer the type that either will rob me blind. Or mug me 'cause youer lady over there ran into me and you wanna make it look like it was my fault." She thumbed back towards Cor.

Alex turned to face Cor, her grey eyes like a cold grey mist upon the woman, studying her quietly for a moment or two as if expecting, no.. demanding an apology.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Andra Lanfear Character Portrait: Marcus Turner Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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Sliver had accepted the cigarette offered to him, and was taking a drag off of it while he watched the proceedings before him with interest. One fire-brand running into another, he reflects idly. He'd taken the currency offered by Clarke with a nod of thanks, though he eyed the notes out of the corner of his eye as he pockets them. Paper currency was uncommon in these parts, which meant these Marines were probably not local.

Dismissing that, he looks about at the rest of the Marines, who were collecting around their new friend and her accident. Except one guy who was talking to... a man, he supposed it probably was. "I'll go get us set up," he says simply, taking another drag and walking forward, to head through the doors; assuming, of course, that Clarke wouldn't try to stop him.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Andra Lanfear Character Portrait: Marcus Turner Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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Cor's ears turned a shade of red they had never turned before. She was embarrassed at being called a 'lady friend' of Hercules. Not only were her ears red from embarrassment but anger, too. That red-headed woman's accusations were preposterous!

"What are you looking at me like that for!" Cor yelled at the other woman. "If you think I am going to apologize, you get somewhere faster if you went and fucked yourself!"

"And you should watch where you're going! People around here have shit to do without having dumb-asses run into to them!" Cor tugged on her short coat as was habit before she stormed away from the red-headed woman, following after Sliver.

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Andra Lanfear Character Portrait: Marcus Turner Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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Alex folded her arms across her chest, grey eyes hard but full of mocking laughter at the woman as she walked away. She called that an insult? Well, it's time to correct the snobbish woman and put her in her place.

Her accent was thick from her hometown, barely understandable if she were talking any faster. "Think youer all bad, don'cha? A simple apology wouldn't 'arm ya snot-nosed pride, 'specially since youer the one who ran into me. At least aye'm not flittin' around 'ere like a girl who's gone got herself love struck cause she's been asked to dance. An' who would ask et of ya? 'Ell, youre uglier than a donkey's arse and 'ave two big left feet to boot. You'd send the pour lad-- or lass, as it may-- to the emergency ward in only a matter of seconds. And pardon me, I was mistaken 'bout the lady part. Youer as ugly on the inside than out, although you curse as poorly as my dear ole mam!"

She then did a mocking bow, sure the other woman would have turned around by now. The sweep was comically low, although formal with her arm tucked at her waist. "But where's my manners? It is obvious aye ran into royalty. Who'da thought?! A real royal pain in the ass!" She grinned widely. "Did aye harm youer ego when ya bashed into me, my Maj-ass-ty?" She drew out the words, purposely. "Or bruise youer pride? Aye've heard those things are fragile, especially for 'un so pampered as youerself."

So much for curving the tongue..

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Character Portrait: Cor Caroli Character Portrait: Andra Lanfear Character Portrait: Marcus Turner Character Portrait: Jacob Clarke

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The marines left Clarke to follow the pilot and Cor, chuckling to themselves at the prospect of leaving their infallible captain for fixing that particular mess. Gray ribbed Marcus with a laugh. "The ones in the red are, if that wasn't obvious. Takin' a new contract, and going cold turkey? Damn, that takes some determination, good luck." Gary snorted and took a breath. "Probably in there, where my friend's are going. Seeyaaround." Gary lifted himself off the wall and flicked away the smoke.

Clarke stared at Alex. "I'm guessing you're alright. If I had the time, I'd offer more help but I need to go sort out this contract business with those two. You be glad you're not stuck with them." The marine smiled thinly and slipped past her and into the diner, only to slam his forehead against the overhanging sign with a loud and audible "Fuck!" that made a few people outside jump in fright and booted open the doors with his armored knee.

The captain bent low and slammed his ass into a chair. "Best diner my ass..." Clarke muttered, his squad too busy laughing to pay attention.

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Any joking in Gary's voice completely sailed over Marcus' head as he casually answered, "Yeah, I'm pretty much amazing. Oh uh, bye." And with that his eyes trailed after the man as he wandered away. For a moment he had forgotten why he had been loitering in his determination to not look suspicious, but now he recalled quite clearly he was hunting a ship and crew. Dusting off his overcoat he waited a good five or six seconds before he followed off in the same direction as Gary, before he finally marched into the diner after the squad and headed towards the counter.

Ah this was the perfect place. People everywhere, food, the chance to eavesdrop without being caught and a friendly environment where approaching people wouldn't get you kicked out. Secretly he was actually hoping to catch whatever guy had mentioned being a pilot earlier when he first started stalking the group. For now he just found a quiet table by himself and sat down, staring at the menu but not reading it at all.