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Sergeant Tyson

Sergeant Tyson Carcsowitz, a former roughneck marine from the Eastern Republics, he has found himself reenlisted and redeployed to frontline Terra. Staffing Gambit's Bar as a administrative liaison.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by AzricanRepublic

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Sergeant Tyson's Story

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Sergeant Tyson taking the sheet in his hands, he tossed it into another pile of applications before pulling out a key to the alcohol cellar and dropping it in the bartop in front of him. He wasn't in the mood for formalities, but a second tender would allow him to better manage the bar, instead of simply serving on his hours.
"That's a key to the cellar, make sure it stays on you -- we run a bar, not a watering hole." He remarked, before looking toward a patron nearby who had finished her drinks.
"Refill until they say no, the drunker they get the more they'll pay," Tyson replied dryly, pulling two more shot glasses from beneath the counter and filling them before placing them in front of Midnight Phrixus.
"Now, handle the bar, and if anything gets out of hand give me a call."

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Sergeant Tyson wiped his hands with a soft rag before depositing it beneath the counter and pulling two more shot glasses from the bar, handing them off toward Desmond. As far as he was concerned, the newbie was handling the bar now. However, the didn't mean he expected the patrons to stop drinking.
"Too much of a good thing turns it better, you just gotta' look at it right," Tyson said coarsely, a grin highlighting his young features before he pointed to the bartender.
"You give me one good night of work and I'll have your paycheck tomorrow, this place is getting up on its legs every day. I'll be in the basement if you need me, there's an office phone right over there." Tyson said, pointing over to a small phone attached to a receiver at the end of the bar.

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Sergeant Tyson thanks the lord he was in the basement.

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Sergeant Tyson woke up from his horribly cliche nightmare about some place he doesn't care about exploding, and quickly returned to the bar. Noticing it was safe and sound, he glanced around to make sure his mind hadn't augmented reality in any overt ways.
" ... Guess I better stop eating those cream puffs before I nap."

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Sergeant Tyson announced himself with the a repetitive stomping of boots as the Azrik descended the stairs. As he exited the stairwell, he hefted the carbine by the handguard and deposited it atop the counter before stopping in his tracks. A confused look played across his face as he watched an unknown woman meander about behind the bar and serve patrons. Sighing, noticeably, he ran his palm down his face before opening his eyes and pointing to her.
"'Scuse me, ma'am -- I'm the manager here, 'nd correct me if I'm wrong in the assumption that you aren't supposed to be behind the bar," He remarked coldly, crossing his arms over his chest before hopping the bar and nodding his head toward a stack of bottles.
"If you want to work here, though, there are always dishes in the back you can be cleaning."

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Sergeant Tyson let a little chuckle escape him as the woman responded. Ditching the rifle at the far end of the bar, the Scatterran reached one hand out and pulled a glass from the shelf before placing it on the counter.
"No, at least not until ya' fuck somethin' up." He said with a playful grin before hiking his thumb over his shoulder.
"Might be a free planet, but I'm with the guys who invaded," He retorted before pointing down toward coins on the countertop.
"Now, you gonna' get that patron her elven? Or will I have to go get more from the back?"

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Sergeant Tyson meandering around the bar, he shrugged and slid one empty glass down the counter way toward the sink before he caught the glaring Terran.
"So what, are you the bartender or the watch dog?" He remarked boastfully, crossing his arms over his chest before shaking his head.
"Here's a math problem -- inventory all that shit in the bar, 'nd I'll restock what ain't there." He ordered before rubbing his palm against his forehead, massaging a rather unending headache while also attempting to manage the bar.

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Sergeant Tyson laughed at the woman, his voice growing in dedication as he pointed toward a paper nailed into the wall with several names scrawled over it; Tyson's own being one of them.
"'Nd you won't be making any money with that attitude -- I could not pull inventory, though, 'nd just wait until you run outta' stock."

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Sergeant Tyson placed his hand on the bar and huffed as the woman placed several beers in front of another patron. Certainly ready to let some other Terran handle managing this bar in the later nights, but there was also a requirement that Tyson had to be certain someone he wasn't letting behind the bar wouldn't later rob the place. Though, if he had his bets, the Terran didn't look like the kind to jack.
"I was voted Most Humorous in tertiary school, y'know. 'Hate' is such a awkward term, though. How d'you think you'd feel if you had to play babysitter for every highschool graduate 'nd the assorted hubris that makes it in this bar."

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Sergeant Tyson crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders toward the young woman, taking practically everything she said with quite a hefty amount of salt.
"'Very honest', this planet isn't full of Honor-Rolls, Terran. I'm here because the whole city is sitting on a time-bomb, 'nd this could easily turn into a trigger for it -- where the hell 're the questions coming from, you even read the news?" Tyson remarked calmly, nodding toward a television set on a UCON news channel, mundane babble spilling from the speakers.
"And this bar's been rebuilt about a dozen times without babysitting."

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Sergeant Tyson stifled a laugh at the mention of living in the woods, cupping one hand to his mouth as he shook his head and took off toward the end of the bar. Passing by the young woman, he closed his eyes and shook his head again before pulling a shot glass from beneath the counter.
"Huh, of course, out in the woods. -- Who the fuck lives in the woods. So then what the hell 're you doing in the city?"

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Sergeant Tyson watching his shot glass vanish before him, he watched her down the drink before he let his jaw drop. With his shot glass removed, he furrowed his brow and withdrew one more, but this time resting a hand on the automatic held in a holster at his hip.
"So you got tired of drinking your little wood wine 'nd decided to ... become a bartender?" He inquired, sliding it in the opposite direction away from her before grabbing the bottle of vodka she had used on his first glass.
"Check yourself before you wreck yourself, dawg -- that's what all you Terran kids 're sayin' these days, isn't it?" He shrugged before filling his shot glass, and downing it with a quick gulp.

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Sergeant Tyson rolled his eyes before taking the shotglass in his hand and tossing it into the sink, watching it bounce into the basin with a noticeable clang before grabbing the bottle of vodka and chuckling to the Terran.
"Half a' the people in here are Terrans, kiddo'. People that live on Terra. Well, unfortunately it's against bar policy to let unemployed people behind the bar -- too many chances for kids like you to screw things up." He grinned at his own joke before taking a drink of the vodka.

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Sergeant Tyson recoiling from the stomp delivered to his foot, he chuckled and shook his foot. Protected by heavy boots, he wasn't too badly harmed as the woman ditched the bar. Grabbing a glass, he quickly filled it with another bottle of elven wine, two more remaining in the cold-box up front at the bar; placing a hefty amount of the liquid in the glass, he placed the wine in front of Kyme before stepping away from the bar.
"There's your wine, take it easy with that shit -- tastes like a damn garden hose." He remarked negatively before stalking away from the bar to the far end of the room and finally removing his rifle from the countertop.

The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to Terra

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Sergeant Tyson leaned back in the Claymore and exhaled, his gaze tentatively moving toward Khross and Malari, the two most recent additions to the Claymore as they moved for the star lift. As Khross addressed the Major General, Tyson seemed to slacken and leaned forward.
"So Terran, you're on with the Authority? Who brought you in -- this guy right here?" Tyson mocked nodding to the Lieutenant, who seemed to only withdraw deeper into himself.
"You know who called the evac? I just got the memo last minute ... "

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#, as written by Remæus
Jay Null opens his comms, reaching out to the vessel he notices off his bow.

Is everything okay out there? Do you need a terrestrial assist?
he asked inquisitively.

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Outside of orbit around the planet Terra.

A medium-sized ship, shaped like a triangle with a blunted end, moves slowly towards Terra and the space station above it. The shape and size of this ship may have been seen before, but this one in particular has never been witnessed by any Terran, or as a matter of fact, any species or beings besides the ones who had made it. If they were able to trace it's origins, then it would point to an unexplored area known generally as RA-619, and even more specifically the Glendathu system. The doesn't seem to be armed, and a scan for life would only turn up three humanoid beings.

The ship made no advances of any sort towards the planet or the station, and seemed to just be there. Watching. Peaceful, it seemed, and the crew had no intentions of attacking. But they were truly awestruck. In front of them was a culture, a sophisticated one, unseen to any of their people, and they didn't know how to feel about it. They were just awaiting orders at this point.

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Jay Null shrugged and closed the comms. The traffic in the Terran orbital was bustling as usual, an economic boom brought on by the prolonged period of peace. Alas, he knew the endless waltz of history, and had work to do.

Tapping a few buttons on his console, he maneuvered down towards Wing City Spaceport, leaving a faint thruster trail in his wake.

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Meteor appeared as a small flicker in the sky

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Meteor zoomed out and away, a twinkle in the sky.