Thread: Erebos (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Hotshot Attire Facemask, light body armor Weapon combat knife, old world pistol. Location Erebos The Cherish Bar Tagging Anyone Laelestra, Hunter, Seth, Skylar, Aeryn, Danni, Zack, Jack Time October 1 3075 Night The pirate chuckled, shaking his head, looking up at the waitress after she had taken everyone's orders. Well, let's see here. Mind grabbing me a bottle of Scotch? He chuckled winking at the waitress before leaning back into his seat. That was when he noticed the princess was sitting by herself. A man was approaching her, and Trystan stood up. Oi, leave her alone, she's with us. Just ain't feeling too right. Little one's far away from home. The man looked up and Trystan narrowed his eyes. This was a rather new face. New faces meant he didn't know anything about what happened around here. He looked back at the table, forcing a cheery mood. I'll be right back. With that, he strode off towards Laela's table, getting there the same time as the man. He placed a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back slightly. Hey, leave the lady alone. She ain't used to hanging around the more.... uncivilized people. The new man shook his hand off, ignoring him. I said, leave the girl alone. Don't know where you're from, but you obviously are not from here. The man kept ignoring him, leaning toward the table. In one swift movement, he had the old world pistol cocked and pressed against the man's head. Back off. Or would you rather experience getting shot in the head? The bar fell silent. Trystan looked up, nodding at the bartender. The bartender nodded back, waving for a few of the bigger guys along the wall to escort the man out of the bar. Well? Nothing happened, go back to enjoying your drinks. The pirates shrugged, going back to what they were doing, the clamor of the place quickly rising to it's original level. When he got back, the twins and Dannika were drinking one of this place's specialties. He chuckled, sitting down, grabbing his bottle by the neck before realizing he still had his mask on. With a sigh, he started disconnecting the hoses, going through the same thing he did on ship. After it was said and done, the mask disappeared into a hidden pocket, and he took a long swig from his drink. So, what was this about a trade? MY weapons dealer gets his hands on some stuff..... very good stuff. Where do you think we got that turret? While all this merriment was going on, the tracker stayed silent, leaning at his own table, relaxed, murmuring slightly to himself. Every time he was down here, he thought, and he thought hard. He never touched the drinks, was never really a fan of alcohol. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, listening to the various sounds around him. People talking, people moving, people drinking. This was home. This was where he belonged. Then why did he have to keep reminding himself of that? He sighed, shaking his head, rubbing his eyes and looking up and around. After a few moments someone came and tapped him on the shoulder, forcing him to turn his head and see who it was. The sight made him straighten up slightly. Looks like their dealer had come in early. Hello Nezzy. O'Hare chuckled, relaxing again. Well, look who decided to show up. The Raptor himself. He spread his arms, shrugging slightly. The man's eyes slid over to Trystan's table, locking on to the twins before he forced himself to look away. O'Hare raised an eyebrow, shrugging. Yes, I already know. They are G.A.H.'s, and apparently, Trystan thinks they could be deadly. Otherwise he wouldn't have let them on his ship. Now, tell me, what have you got for us this time? The Raptor grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Oh, I think they're going to like this. But you'll have to wait until tomorrow. All I can say is I've been experimenting with the Jump Drive parts you have been giving me, and I think I might have found something out. You guys get a good deal, since you're my best customers. O'Hare simply shrugged again, leaning back and closing his eyes. They all think you won't be here until tomorrow. This had better be good. Otherwise, we'll let those two get at it. The tracker simply smirked, pinching the bridge of his nose before letting out a small yawn.