Setting
A relatively new establishment, Vogel's Bar is a bar owned and operated by Tech Con's Terran holdings.
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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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.
Erik Talleur [6]
Dan 'Luck' Zaroof [2] Fun to be around but shy
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"Oh, bless you Hope; only you could equate good parenting to your son being taught how to use his guns properly. How old is this boy again? Ten? Twelve?" Max snorted happily; Hope always did make him feel so much better as a parent.
"And of course there's more of them since the last time I saw you! Tell me all about them; how did they come into being, did you spawn them yourself or steal them, all that sort of thing. I'm just dying to know."
"And of course there's more of them since the last time I saw you! Tell me all about them; how did they come into being, did you spawn them yourself or steal them, all that sort of thing. I'm just dying to know."
Hope laughed and shook her head. "Henry's a Belkan citizen now. He's proud as a peacock over it too, but they start learning warfare early. I've always known that stopping him would be difficult, so I'm settle for him knowing how to use them safely." She said cheerfully. "And gun use, with paintballs, is something they teach the children at age six there. He has graduated to live ammo just yet, Max." She seemed amused at the thought. "He's ten. In two years, if he wants, he can attend the officer academy. He'll probably want, knowing him, but we'll have a very long conversation first, I assure you." She smiled slightly. "Rachel is all of eight of course, and Zuri is eleven. Bo's age translates to around 13, though that's a species thing. She's only actually about 10 months. And Adalie and Trent are only a handful of months themselves, but are about the equivalent of human two year olds." She admitted. "Terrible, terrible twos. Trent's developed this throwing thing, at anyone unfamiliar, and shouts 'pew, pew! Alien!' at them." Belkans were a very terrible influence from a Terran viewpoint. From an Erutin view point, other than being twinless heathens, they weren't so bad. Very liberal.
Dillon Maxey snickered quietly to himself as he took a seat beside her, kicking his feet up onto the table boots and all. Somehow he managed to miss the glass, but it was a near thing, and all the while his smile continued to expand to near-apocalyptic proportions.
"Ah yes, the glories of being ten. You know, when I was ten, people shirked at diagnosing mental illness, even if it was there, simply because they were dealing with a child. I guess you see the world a little differently. Really, Hope, shame on you."
Oh, but didn't he just love tormenting this woman? "And some day we must debate the logistics of a ten month old child being able to function as a thirteen year old. Obviously, a body can develop that quickly if the right amount of strain is applied in the right fashion, but I hate to tell you this, but a mind cannot grow to what you might think of as a thirteen year old psyche in just ten months. But I'll let you have your little delusions, seeing as they make me smile. You do brighten my day, Hope."
"Ah yes, the glories of being ten. You know, when I was ten, people shirked at diagnosing mental illness, even if it was there, simply because they were dealing with a child. I guess you see the world a little differently. Really, Hope, shame on you."
Oh, but didn't he just love tormenting this woman? "And some day we must debate the logistics of a ten month old child being able to function as a thirteen year old. Obviously, a body can develop that quickly if the right amount of strain is applied in the right fashion, but I hate to tell you this, but a mind cannot grow to what you might think of as a thirteen year old psyche in just ten months. But I'll let you have your little delusions, seeing as they make me smile. You do brighten my day, Hope."
"Hm? Really Dillon, I doubt it would. Btu she's a cat." She pointed out. "Hardly human. Still a juvenile. She's my cuddly sweetie." Hope did adore her kitten. "Poor girl." A sentient human like talking cat. Well. Bo had never made a sound in her life, but she did have the mechanical voice box. Hope had never asked questions, knew better than to do so.
"Really Max, haven't you ever studied xenobiology, or preternatural biology? Or even biology? Not everythign ages like a human does. That'd be silly." She smiled at him, rather condescendingly.
"Really Max, haven't you ever studied xenobiology, or preternatural biology? Or even biology? Not everythign ages like a human does. That'd be silly." She smiled at him, rather condescendingly.
Dillon Maxey just kept smirking, because it really was none of her business what he'd studied and what he hadn't. Normally, he would have shown his displeasure for her condescension, but given that she had already proven to him that she was a completely irredeemable idiot, he didn't actually feel the need to; better not to lower himself to her level.
"You keep telling yourself that you're smarter than me, pet, if that's what makes you feel better. I'll even agree with you, if you like." His eyes were sharp; expression entertained. "But you're the one who is happy with her ten year old packing heat so-" He winked. "Well, I think that pretty much makes my argument, don't you?"
"You keep telling yourself that you're smarter than me, pet, if that's what makes you feel better. I'll even agree with you, if you like." His eyes were sharp; expression entertained. "But you're the one who is happy with her ten year old packing heat so-" He winked. "Well, I think that pretty much makes my argument, don't you?"
Hope blinked. "This is another one of those cultural things. He isn't packing heat without adult supervision. Really. Humans." If Max could be called that. Hope shook her head. "Have a good day Maxey-poo. I don't actually have to deal with you, and it's almost time to get pick up Adalie from Liese." If she could part the two. Liese adored her god daughter. It was cute.
Dillon Maxey offered the poor deluded bitch his shark-yest grin, for the road, so to speak, and because sometimes a man had to humour the idiots in his life to get by. "Humans, mutants, people who decide to make animals into their children; the world takes all sorts, don't you know."
Extracting a cigarette from inside his jacket, Max sparked up, blowing a smoke ring at Hope. "Oh, don't let me keep you, Hope; run along to your gun toting ten year old and your cat. I'll be sure to tell Kendra you said 'hi' when I next see her, though it might take a while, given the fact that I've got her chained up in a basement somewhere. ...really is a shame I don't remember where, actually; I was going to feed her at some stage."
Extracting a cigarette from inside his jacket, Max sparked up, blowing a smoke ring at Hope. "Oh, don't let me keep you, Hope; run along to your gun toting ten year old and your cat. I'll be sure to tell Kendra you said 'hi' when I next see her, though it might take a while, given the fact that I've got her chained up in a basement somewhere. ...really is a shame I don't remember where, actually; I was going to feed her at some stage."
Hope rolled her eyes and waved a hand. "Yeah, yeah." She said and walked out, disappearing to pick up Adalie moments later. Max and his humor. Ha. If he could meet her Bo. Or any of her kids! Then again, considering his looks, Henry'd start shooting, and even if it was jsut pellets, she'd have to punish him.
Though certainly not blame him one bit!
Though certainly not blame him one bit!
Marlene Angel pulled into the baroque finish of Drusilla's Ristorante just south of the Tech Con district in the city, grumbling she yanked the keys from the ignition then she climbed out of the SUV. "Fuck Gambit's... Fuck Terra." She grumbled before she slammed the door and proceeded to the entrance.
When she arrived she was greeted by a young waitress, whom showed her to her seat, it was then Marlene sighed and sat, ordering a strong wine and a plate of salad, in solitude she ate, waiting for Randin.
When she arrived she was greeted by a young waitress, whom showed her to her seat, it was then Marlene sighed and sat, ordering a strong wine and a plate of salad, in solitude she ate, waiting for Randin.
George had of course needed to finish a mission he was assigned and it was all fun in a war using information. He knew full well that this bar provided an interesting window of opportunistic value as he stepped in not soon after with his coat still on and his silver hair and red eyes being a little strange for this bar. A young serving girl would stop to see if he needed anything but he simply offered a smile and made his way past her only to say that he was looking for someone before stopping to see Marlene Angel awaiting her order. "Am I to assume you still have connections with the Aschen Government? I apologize if it is a little more than weird for me to ask that but I have been waving at your rather large ships for some time and living under a rock." George spoke just to remain standing for the time. "I do hope I am not interrupting anything."
Marlene Angel looked up to George. "Oh No, the guy never showed." She said, shaking her head and letting her fork idly twirl through her salad. "What can I do for you? Now keep in mind if he does show, I'd like you to kindly fuck off, but for now I'll bite." She said, before she shoved a piece of crisp lettuce and olive into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a moment.
"Pull up a chair? Do you want anything? I'll pay."
"Pull up a chair? Do you want anything? I'll pay."
"I am fine it is just business for why I am here." George grabbed a chair from another table only to smile and take a seat allowing his red eyes to look over Marlene for a second just to reach into his jacket and pull out a small file he was ordered to hand over. "From my understandings, and my superiors, it seems that the Aschen might have a stressed relationship with a man who runs a rather successful business, Jeltz was his name, I was a little curios if the Council and the Aschen could work something out in the way of information sense we are allowing VARAtech to have a spot on the ring." George brushed his hand through his white hair only to look down for a second as he slide the information towards Marlene. "It seems that the more information one person has the more power they hold. Tesla and Theta would be willing to share what he create with Mr. Jeltz just out of the goodness of our hearts for a small price on information that we are seeking about your peoples technology in the way of your medical practices."
Marlene Angel looked to the file then she shook her head. "I'm not authorized to receive this information or disseminate it." She said, taking the file and then handing it back. "If you make contact with the Aschen Embassy, they will be more then happy to direct you to the people you want to speak with." She said, taking another bite, this time it was an onion and some tomatoes, which crunched in her mouth, after swallowing, she continued.
"I'm here on classified matters and for the record, I am not associated with the Aschen, I'm a terran, so there's really no way I can get this offer to the right people, however.. the Embassy can handle that for you." She said with a smile.
"I'm here on classified matters and for the record, I am not associated with the Aschen, I'm a terran, so there's really no way I can get this offer to the right people, however.. the Embassy can handle that for you." She said with a smile.
Randin D. Kaye strode quickly into Drusilla's Ristorante, his gaze flitting about as he looked for Marlene Angel. Processing Matt had taken a bit more time then he would have liked. Apparently the man had been arrested more then a few times.
"Marlene..." Randin called out, quickly approaching the LDA agent seated across from the Council soldier, "...sorry, that was a pain in the ass. I got here as quick as I could."
"Marlene..." Randin called out, quickly approaching the LDA agent seated across from the Council soldier, "...sorry, that was a pain in the ass. I got here as quick as I could."
"A pity but I should have known better." George shook his head and took back the files only to place them back within his jacket. "A rather grave miscalculation of Theta's part and an error on mine as I should have taken this to the Embassy. Please forgive my rudeness as it was not intended in this way as I am only acting as a diplomat for the Council and breaking my usual norms as a soldier." It had always been a slow night and this was going to prove rather annoying that he was sent on this kind of mission. "Might I inquire about the Aschens knowledge on a certain threat here on Terra or even give you a warning about a rogue element withi....." George would stop and note the officer he had helped out from the firefight within the bar once only to stand and bow to Marlene. "I shall take my leave and I do hope you enjoy your meal." he spoke only to then glance to Randin just to give a nod of respect and be on his way.
Marlene Angel nodded. "The Embassy will answer all your questions." She said, before she flipped the menu open as Randin sat down, she then brought her gaze to look up to him. "Mr. Kaye." She said, before she took another sip of pinot grigio. "You stayed for a couple days and then you poofed, what happened?" She said, as she sipped another small amount of wine, it was then the waitress came up.
"Welcome to Drusilla's Ristorante, what can I get for you today?" She said in a thick Italian accent, Marlene padded through the Menu before she spoke. "I'll take the Ravioli Parmesan with a hint of alfredo sauce and some olives, please." She said, then the Waitress turned to Randin.
"Anything for you, sir?"
"Welcome to Drusilla's Ristorante, what can I get for you today?" She said in a thick Italian accent, Marlene padded through the Menu before she spoke. "I'll take the Ravioli Parmesan with a hint of alfredo sauce and some olives, please." She said, then the Waitress turned to Randin.
"Anything for you, sir?"
Randin D. Kaye poured over the menu hastily. "Uh..." he stammered, "...yeah, gimme' the sun-dried tomato focaccia." The detective squinted. "...and put some meat on it. Ham. Yeah. Ham'll do." He smiled, handing the menu back to waitress passively. "Thanks."
"...it's nothing personal, Marlene," Randin replied, wincing slightly, "don't get me wrong, I had a great time with you. I really did."
"...it's nothing personal, Marlene," Randin replied, wincing slightly, "don't get me wrong, I had a great time with you. I really did."
Marlene Angel looked to the table. "What did you get called back to Terra or something?" She said, before she brought her gaze to meet Randins. "I was interested in maybe starting something with you, I figured you either didn't like me or were too shy to ask." She admitted, before she sipped her wine once more. Then she moved to pour Randin a glass.
"I need someone in my life... I've been so alone these past years."
"I need someone in my life... I've been so alone these past years."
Randin D. Kaye sat quietly for a long while, his usually hardened eyes washed over into a soft shade of cobalt; staring numbly into the table before him. God... what was he supposed to say? He liked Marlene. Perhaps even more then his immediate attraction to her appearance. She was in law-enforcement. She was a protector. Confident in her abilities... true to herself on the field... commanding and authoritative at every turn. She was beautiful, intelligent, independent... and she could keep her liquor down like any woman he'd ever seen. They had a lot in common. In fact, Marlene was quite possibly a near-perfect match for Randin.
And yet...
There was Ari. That shivering girl he carried out of Gambit's that night the Aschen lit the bar up. Passionate. Artistic. Internally-conflicted perhaps... but certainly in full possession of a moral compass. Every moment with her had been nothing short of extraordinary... from their spontaneous rendezvous at the library... to their heartfelt confessions in the gardens. Randin knew Ari. He knew her well.
All of this coursed through Randin's mind in an instant... playing out in explicit detail play-by-play across his confused psyche. He struggled to grasp even a morsel of it all. To somehow flesh the whisping truth into callous word. He wasn't good with words.
"...I-..." he stuttered, blinking twice, "...I'm sorry." His eyes rose and fell. "...it wouldn't. Wouldn't work out. It wouldn't. No sai. It wouldn't." His voice gradually became quieter with every forced syllable. Nothing he meant to say was said.
Exhaling wearily, the quiet detective calmly reached over to the folded napkin spread before him, silently laying the cloth across his lap.
And yet...
There was Ari. That shivering girl he carried out of Gambit's that night the Aschen lit the bar up. Passionate. Artistic. Internally-conflicted perhaps... but certainly in full possession of a moral compass. Every moment with her had been nothing short of extraordinary... from their spontaneous rendezvous at the library... to their heartfelt confessions in the gardens. Randin knew Ari. He knew her well.
All of this coursed through Randin's mind in an instant... playing out in explicit detail play-by-play across his confused psyche. He struggled to grasp even a morsel of it all. To somehow flesh the whisping truth into callous word. He wasn't good with words.
"...I-..." he stuttered, blinking twice, "...I'm sorry." His eyes rose and fell. "...it wouldn't. Wouldn't work out. It wouldn't. No sai. It wouldn't." His voice gradually became quieter with every forced syllable. Nothing he meant to say was said.
Exhaling wearily, the quiet detective calmly reached over to the folded napkin spread before him, silently laying the cloth across his lap.
Sire Thomas Zarek silently stepped into the bar as he glanced around. "Vogel's Bar, another fine Tech Con establishment." Zarek said before he took a few more steps into the clean, airy interior of the bar itself. Then he looked to find a seat, clasping a briefcase in one hand, and a portable computron in the other.
"Julia Hagan... where could she be." He said, adjusting his chain of office and dark cinnamon colored jacket. After a few moments, the Tech Con waiter approached, and Zarek ordered a scotch on the rocks, the drink was then promptly placed in front of him.
"Alright, now to play the waiting game." He said quietly, fixing his hair.
"Julia Hagan... where could she be." He said, adjusting his chain of office and dark cinnamon colored jacket. After a few moments, the Tech Con waiter approached, and Zarek ordered a scotch on the rocks, the drink was then promptly placed in front of him.
"Alright, now to play the waiting game." He said quietly, fixing his hair.
A long black limousine pulled up in front of Vogel's bar. Once parked, the driver removed himself from the vehicle in order to open the door for the very daughter of Miles Hagan, CEO of Tech Con. Julia stepped out of the limousine, straightened her blazer jacket, and entered into Vogel's. There was only a single occupant in the room and Julia assumed this was the contact she had been waiting for since her father's imprisonment.
"Good evening, Julia Hagan," the young woman said while offering her leather-gloved hand for a shake. "You must be the one that can help my family with its ... situation," Julia said while a server approached her with Hagan's daughter's drink already prepared; a scotch on the rocks. She had no time for drinks however, and wished to keep a completely clean conscious while dealing with dire matters concerning her father and hopefully the beginning process of his freedom.
"Good evening, Julia Hagan," the young woman said while offering her leather-gloved hand for a shake. "You must be the one that can help my family with its ... situation," Julia said while a server approached her with Hagan's daughter's drink already prepared; a scotch on the rocks. She had no time for drinks however, and wished to keep a completely clean conscious while dealing with dire matters concerning her father and hopefully the beginning process of his freedom.
Sire Thomas Zarek nodded. "I decided to take the case personally, as Mr. Hagan is a very close friend of mine." Sire Zarek said, grasping her hand firmly. "I know nothing short of a Sire can get your father out of the predicament hes in. Unfortunately the Aschen Government has been less than cooperative in securing his freedom.. Talking with the Belkans has that unfortunate effect.. please.. sit." He said, motioning to the seat before he sipped his drink.
"As it stands, Mr. Hagan is in UCON Custody, extraditing him from the Coalition will prove a tricky feat, we'll need to figure a way to prove his innocence so that we can extradite him.. damn Scatterrans."
"As it stands, Mr. Hagan is in UCON Custody, extraditing him from the Coalition will prove a tricky feat, we'll need to figure a way to prove his innocence so that we can extradite him.. damn Scatterrans."
After being offered the seat, Julia sat down and crossed her leg over her knee while leaning back in the chair comfortable. It was more so a pose a man would take seeing as Julia wasn't exactly a feminine woman in nature. "I do not know much of what transpired between my father and the Belkans aside from what has been blaring in the news, staining my father's good name. I don't care what he was doing there. All I want to know is how to get him away from UCON, and if you say that we have to prove his innocence then so be it. What do you propose we do in order to solve this little 'misunderstanding," Julia asked.
"You see, I don't like being separated from my father and even worse, I don't like not being able to even communicate with him. That first, must be eradicated and dealt with because I am sure that we will need his cooperation as well in this delicate operation," Julia said.
"You see, I don't like being separated from my father and even worse, I don't like not being able to even communicate with him. That first, must be eradicated and dealt with because I am sure that we will need his cooperation as well in this delicate operation," Julia said.
Sire Thomas Zarek nodded. "I'm sure your Uncle Zarek can get your dad out of prison." He said, leaning to a more informal setting, after-all, Hagan and Zarek went way back. He then slid some papers over to her. "This is the last known location of Mr. Hagan, It's spotty at best, but Terra pinned his last known location.." He said, sipping his drink again.
"Have you managed to get in touch with anyone other than myself? I know the name of a lawyer who is really good at getting the obviously guilty off scot free, his name is Romo Lampkin, he served as Tech Con's lawyer at one point." Zarek explained, before nodding. "And I completely understand that you miss your father, he was a great man, he revolutionized the industry."
"Have you managed to get in touch with anyone other than myself? I know the name of a lawyer who is really good at getting the obviously guilty off scot free, his name is Romo Lampkin, he served as Tech Con's lawyer at one point." Zarek explained, before nodding. "And I completely understand that you miss your father, he was a great man, he revolutionized the industry."