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 Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 1:20 pm
She looked over at Paul in concern as he coughed, then smiled when she saw he was alright. "Glad you like it."
Owle's reaction to the question, though was much the same as Paul's. "H...oh...H?" she asked, shaking her head. "Never heard of it. Name sounds kinda familiar, but..."
On careful observation, he might notice there were absolutely no TVs, radios, or other such bringers of news in the Firebrand...except, of course, for the portable device held by the stranger in the corner. Which caught Owle's attention next.
"Did they say Alpha through Epsilon?" she asked, leaning over the jackass's shoulder to better see the newscast. Of course it had changed by now, and a customer was needing her.
"Yeah, the rooms have bathrooms...sinks, a bathtub, and a shower. Or you could just wring it out outside in the sand," Owle answered Damian.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 1:42 pm
He looks releived. "Thank you madam. I did not want to have to strip naked outside so these clothes will dry."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 2:53 pm
Paul: "I believe they did mention Alpha through Epsilon...though that holds absolutely no significance for me, except as letters from an archaic Earth alphabet."
He almost takes a sip from the empty mug, but remembers that it is in fact drained. With a resigned sigh, he leaves the mug on the bartop and contemplates the patterns in the grain of the wood...
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 2:59 pm
He looks at and says,"Alpha through Epsilon is a huge corporation. I don't know what it does or makes but I do know it pays very well for Mercenary Jobs."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 3:11 pm
Paul nods, then pulls his attention away from a particularly interesting whorl in the wood-grain to look Damien directly in the eye.
Paul: "You put an interesting stress on the word 'mercenary'. Is there a particular reason, or is it some accent I haven't heard before?"
The question is innocent enough, but underneath that veneer of innocence the cunning mind of the Pirate Lord's First Mate waits to pounce on the answer.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 3:29 pm
"Yes there is a reason. I am Damian Olivander of Middle Sickle Highlands of Terringer, Brigadier General of the Mercenary League. We are an organization of Mercenaries who have banded together to get collective assignments. We are hired either on a individual basis or as a group. We have a strict code of honor that every Mercenary must follow. If I have an accent then I'm sorry. For roughly the last 9000 years after emerging from the Chysalis I spoke only Hejikel spoken by the Mattonians from the planet Karrick."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 3:35 pm
Paul: "Hmm...I thought the accent was a bit familiar. We have some crew from that area...wait, Mercenary League? A code of honor? What kind of code?"
Despite his apparent confusion, again the mind of the First Mate was swiftly attempting to divulge further information about this Mercenary League to see if a meeting held with them might result in benefits for the Space Pirates...
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 3:41 pm
"The code is a set of rules that no Mercenary may ever break. It was laid down in the beggining of the the League. Pretty much it says
Thou shalt not fight another fellow Mercenary
Thou shalt not steal from fellow Mercenary
Thou shalt not freelance
Thou shalt not betray the Mercenary League
Thou shalt obey the order of your superiors
Thou shalt always fulfill a contract unless it conflicts with the code
Thou shalt never disobey the Mercenary League Code
This code hold our organization together from chaos and all who break the code are hunted down and killed.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 3:49 pm
Paul nods in interest, and mentally does a celebratory dance.
Paul: This Mercenary League reminds me of His Lordship's organization! Well, excepting the hard-and-fast rules, of course. We're pirates, not mercs. It might be worth a try to see if an alliance can be forged...
All these thoughts run through his head as he replies to Damian.
Paul: "That's an interesting set of rules you have. I can only assume they work."
He looks back down at his mug and realizes how badly he wants another.
Paul: "Ms. Isohos, could you be so kind as to...?"
He lifts the mug and tilts it side-to-side with a grin.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 3:53 pm
"Anything else you need to know First Mate?" He inquires.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 3:58 pm
Paul: "How much my drinks will cost me."
He says this with a lopsided grin as he waits for Owle to respond to his request.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 4:12 pm
Owle picked up his mug with a grin, and refilled it, absentmindedly rattling off the price for his drinks. It was reasonable, almost to the point of being cheap.
"I've had some dealings with Alpha through Epsilon...a couple of my..." She tried to decide on a word for them. Did she call them allies or friends? They weren't distant enough to be the former, but Charles at least hadn't known her long enough to be the latter...
"Friends," she decided finally. "A couple of my friends work for A through E. I hope they're not involved in that mess, but knowing them they probably are."
She had listened to the talk of mercenaries with interest, wondering if Flare had joined this group at one time or another. Nah...such a restrictive code would have gotten the demoness kicked out.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 6:41 pm
Paul almost drops his mug in surprise at how little the drinks cost, but his other hand swiftly interposes itself between the mug and the floor. He nods his thanks before taking a swift sip of the ale.
Paul: "The prices are so low...how can you afford to stay open?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 6:46 pm
"Umm..." Owle looked uncomfortable, fidgeted, then her eyes sought out Rage. "Um, Rage? How do we afford to stay open?"
Then again, considering Nikiki was usually the one stocking the bar...and several generous donations by Flare...not to mention Watts...
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 6:52 pm
"My bets on illegal things but this lass seems too honest for that. I bet she just has customers that overpay all the time." he say in a jovial manner.
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