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A relatively new establishment, Vogel's Bar is a bar owned and operated by Tech Con's Terran holdings.
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Vogel's Bar

A relatively new establishment in Wing City, Vogel's Bar is a bar owned and operated by Tech Con's Terran holdings.

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Vogel's Bar is a part of Hagan Avenue.

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Desmond Bornholdt [59] A daemon from Arcanum, an avatar of Naar; the Old God of Death and Decay.
Jim Thorn [56] Need something transporting that can't normally be transported Jim is your guy, well that's if you can find him
Aaron Ward [54] ...
Pensey Locke [34] Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. The leader of a large Thieves' Guild. Tick-Tock. A highborn Lord whose heart beats Tick-Tock.
Staff Sergeant Foreman [17] Staff Sergeant Thomas Randall Foreman; War-Eagle Platoon, Delta Company.
Master Sergeant Petra [17] A Sorukan Capsuleer assigned to Delta 43rd, War-Hawks Platoon
Xellus [17]
Naar [9] The Old God of Death and Decay.
Dan 'Luck' Zaroof [2] Fun to be around but shy

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"Nur Wasser," Came his response, lightly leaning against her at that, pulling back to smile over to Ilsa. "Mit du." He was more than happy to eat as she was, considering that they were here instead of Terra for a reason. After all, this was her evening just as much as it as his. Matthias was sorry that the last time they had gone out it had proven such a figurative disaster, but they still had a rather nice evening.

This one only promised to be nicer.

"Es tut mir leid," He apologized again about last time, hoping that she wasn't still upset about their unpleasant run in with the police on that barbaric world.

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"Was für?" She asked, confused. What could he be apologizing for? He hadn't done anythign wrong, and so far everything was fine...though the painting hanging ont he wall across from them was slightly crooked.

Ilsa concentrated and fixed it from where she was at, not wanting to be bothered by the crookedness of the frame all evening long. Messy. So messy. Well, it was better now, and she resolved to ignore as much as she could about much of the other problems. It was to be a pleasant evenings, after all.

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"Gambit's." He shrugged, hoping that she didn't hold it against him for his poor choice in restaurants. He would try to do better and stay here in the Hegemony from now on. "Ich habe einen Fehler gibt." Her husband didn't notice her moving about, slightly adjusting things that they might not disturb her so much, though surely she knew that her husband was more than happy to help with such things.

It was a small thing that irked his mind, but he felt it deserved an apology nonetheless.

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"Du hast keinen Fehler." She assured him and kissed his cheek, adjusting a few more problems. "Du bit mein Mann, du bist gut zu mir." She smiled mischeviously and squeezed his hand, pressing her cheek against his and using the brief connection to send him a wave of love.

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"Ich versuche." He replied, smiling as he did, delighting in her touch as she pried into his mind with the feeling of her love, a thing that he was more than eager to reply to. She was amazing, his Ilsa, and so wonderfully special. "Und du bist mein Frau, mein Talisman." The one and only, save for his two lovely little girls.

But they were special cases, and he hoped that Ilsa wasn't jealous of his love for the other two little Valkyries. After all, they were just as much hers as his.

"Ich bin dein Mann." He repeated in a whisper, gently moving to remove her glove as he did his own, soon brushing his skin against hers under the table, his palm carrying his love for her and their children across that connection.

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She smiled at him as he brushed his bare skinned hand against her own and held the hand gently. Even the little girls wore gloves in their home, just in case. So skin to skin contact was certainly to be treasured. She smiled. "Ich glaube, unseren Töchtern haben dein Ausehen. Ebenso attraktiv." She smiled to him.

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"Sie haben dein Haar." And he absolutely adored that, even if it was a byproduct of the world that they chose to live on - that produced the woman he so loved. Rarely did the two of them have such contact out of private, where they were free to do whatever they wanted, and Matthias delighted in doing so here. These small displays of love in public, privately at least, thrilled him so.

No one about them knew what thoughts, feelings, images the two shared.

Still did he smile, leaning over to kiss her, were it she would allow it, feeling a rather irresistible urge to do such a thing at such thoughts of their daughters. Mathias was rather obsessed them, and especially their mother. "Ich liebe dich, mein Valkyrie."

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They did have her hair, she would be willing to concede. They were adorable that wat. She smiled to him and accepted the kiss gracefully. "Ich liebe dich, auch." She smiled and then glanced to the food as the waiter served it. "Bitte." She thanked him with a smile, then turned to her husband. "Guten Appettit!"

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Of course the sergeant was a bit happier than usual, not having to keep up with his people or worry about someone breathing down his neck. Well, there was Petra, but she was from the Capper platoon, not general troops like him. Why it was the superior NCO bothered to affiliate with him was rather beyond his comprehension, but he did his best to not question a good thing, having had a pleasant run-in or two with her here at Vogel's, and the pair just deciding that it was a fun-enough way to spend their time off.

Friends were few for the ranks of the Coalition's non-commissioned officers, especially on an occupied world.

Quietly did the Ithacan's eyes dance around the place, fairly empty save for one or two frequents sitting at the bar itself, the sergeant refusing to sit until his friend had arrived. Thomas didn't want her to think he wasn't there. If he wasn't, who would the two talk to about the pains of non-commissioned life?

Being a sergeant was miserable work, he supposed, but worth it.

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Miserable work indeed, but Petra hardly cared. She had her ship of course, and she enjoyed being a Capper well enough she'd take the headache of being an NCO to continue doing it! The woman spotted Thomas easily and strode over to his side, clapping him on the back. He was another NCO, so she'd see no trouble for spending off duty time with him. It was partly why she enjoyed it so much.

"Thomas!" She greeted happily. "Why haven't you found a seat yet? Come one, let's find one before the best ones are taken." She said, pleased.

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"Not like we have much competition." The sergeant joked, glancing about at the usuals, the bar's patron count having seemed to decline with the fading of the Aschen's influence on Terra. It'd been renamed, under new management of course, but the stigma still stuck. "Didn't want you to miss me if I tried to."

A sigh escaped the man as he walked with her, sliding into a seat with a smile as he pondered just what he wanted to drink. Probably a lager of some kind. "... so how are things with the other thumb-drives?" He rarely got an eye in on the fairly enigmatic world of the capsuleers, and he could confess some slight curiosity. "Any excitement?"

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"Psh. We're much more than glorified thumb drives." She informed him, amused. "But no. Slow as molasses." She shrugged. "With the Aschen's influence fading away, and focus changing, its different enough that I don't worry." She admitted sheepishly.

"We're not being used, as far as most of us here are concerned, and none of us can decide if that's a good or bad thing."

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He rolled his eyes at that playfully. Of course they weren't thumb-drives, they were just really expensive auto-pilots. Of course, they were practically immortal too, but he tried not to dwell on those rumors. "Well, we're still dealing with counter-insurgency on our end, daily patrols of the like. We get a shooter every now and then, but we always bag and tag."

Considering the hassle dealing with paperwork, he and his people reached the consensus that it was better to kill the hostiles than ever take them prisoner.

"... well, at least it's low-impact." Unlike his work, but they were just lowly mortals after all. He grinned slightly. "Besides, you have time off enough to be here." Which was a treat in and of itself.

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"It's certainly low impact, and I don't blame you for the bad and tag. Keeping them alive is a pain in the butt." She made a face at the idea. "But hey. Making Terra a better place, and all that." She rolled her eyes. She didn't see much use in the planet, and had no clue why they were helping it.

But she'd deal.

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They'd all deal, it was what they were being paid to do.

Though every time one of his people were KIA on this rock it infuriated him, considering how little gratitude the local populace seemed to show. It was nearly sickening, considering. At least he hadn't been on the landing waves, that would have been Hell. "As long as I'm paid..." He trailed off, leaving the end of the statement ambiguous.

"... but, on a more important note, how's Sergeant Petra doing?"

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"Seregeant Petra is doing well." She grinned to him. She was too. "This planet is full of absolute nuts, but they can be entertaining ones. I don't like fighting for their ungrateful asses, but, Have you ever just sat in their plaza and watched them? The things they do!"

So uncivilized.

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"... coming from a Soruk, that's a bit funny." He only poked fun, of course. Say what you wanted about the Sorukans and their odd ways, they were a hardy - and attractive - people. "I've given them a few moments attention. They seem more erratic than just dumb as shit, easy to pick out the Aschen in the crowd." Now, the sympathizers were another matter entirely.

A tap or two on a digital menu ordered his drink, the Ithacan returning his gaze to Petra. "I wish sergeant Foreman could say the same."

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Uh oh. She leaned forward, ordering her own drink without paying much attention. "What's wrong in Sergeant Foreman's world?" She asked, clearly concerned. "Girl troubles? A lack of girl troubles? Or is this place just getting to you." She couldn't blame him on that! It got to her at times.

This planet.

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"A little bit of all three, I think." And more, but he wouldn't mention that. The man hardly considered the other his brother, and hardly spoke of him, even with family. "Everyone and their dog got their 'Dear John's last week," He shrugged, "Sergeant Foreman included." Of course, here that stress was easy to deal with in an immediate sort of way.

An overabundance of firearms did that.

But the festering mindjob the whole thing did on him was starting to eat away at him - even if he felt alright during the day, things didn't seem to be so placid in the waters of his mind as his dreams ventured into realms best left forgotten. "Doing my best to keep it from getting into the workplace." He poked fun at the thought.

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"That's about all anyone can do." She admitted quietly. "I'd tell you it gets better, but that's a dirty lie." she shrugged. "I'd tell you to talk to someone, but there's always a chance fo that tanking your career, and that always sucks." Far too much.

The woman thought it over. "Instead...there's plenty of loose men and woemn alike on this planet. Take up with one of them!"

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A dirty lie indeed, he mused. There really wasn't much he could do about it, tapping his fingers on the edge of the table a few times as he pondered, not meaning to ignore his comrade but simply becoming distracted by his thoughts. Thomas managed a small burst of laughter on the last note, chuckling as he replied, "Well, I'd rather not catch a disease while I'm out on the ass-end of civilized space." Not that he certainly hadn't thought of it, but he knew a guy who got hit with some crazy shit from the Imperial territories, eating his body from his...

Ugh. No. Didn't want to think about that now. Just Petra and beer.

"... yeah. I'd rather play safe with who winds up in the sack with me." And a Terran really wasn't the best way to do that.

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She laughed at that. "You've heard the stories too? Damn Terrans have the weirdest diseases." She said and shook her head. "Me? I'm sticking to Scatterrans. There's plenty out there who need laid." She sighed.

"And most strictly off limits. Who am I kidding? I haven't been laid in ages." Finding someone of a similar status to her was hard.

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"... you know that there's this one thing that's rampant, but only comes from feces? Honest to God, what do these people do..." He shook his head slightly, rather disbelieving half of the things he heard, having neither bothered or had the time to read up to confirm any of the rumors.

But as for Scatterrans? "I'll say." He commented, quite a few, it seemed, and any of them would be better than some short Terran. "... can't say I have either, not since I rotated out, and I know what's not waiting for me back at Beta Hydri." Thanks to the rather eloquent and thought out letter he had received - that consisted of two words. Three, if you counted compounds.

We're over.


Guess she had found some fancy ODI or someone to buy her nice things. With an exaggerated gesture and inflection to his voice, Foreman raised his hand. "... I volunteer, sergeant." Of course, it was a joke, though he certainly wouldn't pass up the chance. Even were it one was accounted for, Petra had a way of making you look twice.

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Petra gave him a sly glance. "Suppose they can't argue another Sergeant, and its not like you're one of my men." She said, amused. She wouldn't mind too much. Thomas was a good man, and of a decent height. Then again, she was a sorukan, and came in terran sizes, though she once had a boyfriend who referred to her as fun sized.

The terrans were a decent height...for her. Most Scatterrans on the other hand, well. It was good she liked her men big.

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Well, he supposed few could, considering they were both sergeants and all-

Wait. She was being serious. That look said it all.

"... I'm not even in the same platoon." He mused aloud, blinking as he did. It certainly seemed free of the usual taboo one associated with such a thing, though it still took him a moment longer to consider. "I can't say I'd complain too much, master sergeant." A rather sly smirk meandered onto his visage, tossed back at her.

"... I have been looking at you for some time." An unabashed confession of sorts.