Bartender | It is a calm day at the Respite. A few patrons idly chatting here and there. The monitor above the bar is displaying some news report at a volume too low to hear. The bartender is idly wiping a glass with a cloth that seems to be dirtier than the glass. There's a card game between a bunch of humans and a batarian in one of the booths.
#Miner'sRespite – August 19, 2013
Galatea enters the Respite with a purposeful walk, making her way straight to the bar and standing there, impassively waiting for the batarian to acknowledge her.
Bartender looks at Galatea with some eyebrows raised. "What can I get ya?" He puts the not-so-clean glass down behind the bar.
Bartender chuckles slightly, grabbing the glass he just cleaned and filling it with water from the tap, not in much of a hurry. "Ya on a diet, girl?"
Steve slowly descends the stairs. His disheveled appearance hints at a rough night. He pushes his fingers through his unkempt hair as he settles into a seat beside Galatea. "Hey, Gal. Hows the day treatin' ya?"
Bartender hands the glass over to Galatea. "Take it from me, there's more important things in life than staying in shape." The batarian laughs, scratching his belly as he turns over to Steve. "Need something to wake ya up, human?"
Steve shakes his head. "...Nevermind." he mutters as he turns to face the batarian. "Whiskey on the rocks." he says quickly, returning his attention to the woman beside him. "How are you doing?" he reiterates.
Fera'Sel steps into the bar from the outside and looks around briefly. After seeing Steve, she exhales and moves up towards the bar. She takes a seat nearby and listens in to the conversation passively for the moment.
Steve acknowledges the quarian with a nod. "Good to hear, Gal." he says as he fishes through his pocket and produces a familiar little pill bottle. He rotates the bottle on the counter in front of him as he awaits his drink.
Tyranniac|Yin enters the Respite, quite clearly distracted by the screen projected from her omni-tool. She is accompanied by a salarian who is wearing an oil-stained overall. "Yes yes. I will be fine, Loyen. You go get the power cells." The salarian reluctantly leaves as Yin moves up to the counter. "Hey, I want to order 12 varren kebab pizzas."
Steve stretches, giving an audible sigh as he does. "Hm? Walking on sunshine." he says with a weak smirk.
Tyranniac|Yin 's omni-tool beeps. After glancing at it she looks back at the bartender. "Okay, two of those should be extra sauce, one without sauce, three with extra cheese and... one without kebab? What?" She seems somewhat puzzled.
Tyranniac|Yin nods. "Yes, that's it." She takes a seat on a nearby barstool as she prepares to wait.
Fera'Sel nods back to Steve and waits for the bartender to come back out so she can order a drink. She continues listening in for the moment.
Tyranniac|Yin | The human bartender doesn't seem to be paying attention to Fera. He starts chatting with another patron.
Steve taps the pill bottle against the palm of his hand, spilling a few small white tablets. "Correct." he says with a smile before tossing the handful of pills into his mouth and washing them down with a swig of whiskey.
Tyranniac|Yin glances at the human taking the pills nearby. "Seems unhealthy. Should use water instead."
Renala descends the staircase, looking over the first floor. Spotting some familiar figures at the bar, the asari makes her way over to the bar. "Hey," she says with a nod towards the others as she takes the seat beside Steve. Not to interrupt any ongoing conversations, she looks over the menu screens behind the bar.
Fera'Sel raises an arm in a slight wave to the asari. "Hey. Anything new happen since we last saw each other?"
Renala nods to Fera. "I've been trying to get the weapons I picked up on the job to work, with no luck," she says. "Other than that... well, not much." She waves over a bartender before continuing, "How have you been?"
Steve glares at the unrecognized human. "Right..." he mutters with a roll of his eyes, "I'll be sure to take that into consideration..." As the asari takes her seat, a small smile returns to his face. "Hey, Ren."
Tyranniac|Yin shrugs at Steve's rudeness and starts toying with her omni-tool, a blue display popping up as she starts to type things on the haptic interface.
Fera'Sel sighs as she begins looking at the bartender again, waiting for an opportunity. "Not a whole lot. I put in more applications with no luck."
Tyranniac|Yin | The bartender walks past Fera to take the order of an asari patron on the other side of the bar.
Steve glances at the krogan, giving him a double take before shaking his head and rubbing at his temples. "Great..." he mutters to himself.
Tyranniac|Yin looks up from her omni-tool to glance at the krogan that just sat down nearby, clearly a bit intimidated.
Galatea is not paying anyone any heed now that she's not being spoken to, just sitting very straight and sipping her water.
Darsk ignores the attention of the other patrons. "Huh. It seems a lot busier in here today. I'll just have the usual, if you've got any left."
Renala frowns slightly. "I should have sent out some, but I haven't gotten to it yet," she says. She glances over her shoulder at the sound of the krogan's approach. She looks at the bartender, just to see him go to serve another patron. While waiting, she looks at the human beside her and asks, "How's it going, Steve?"
Tyranniac|Yin looks curiously at Galatea, only now noticing her outfit. "Cord-Hislop? Have some Cord-Hislop parts in our ship."
A wise choice. Cord-Hislop products are always on the cutting edge of technology and come with a three-year warranty.
Bartender | The bartender nods at Darsk after finishing serving the asari. He turns around to prepare the ryncol, pouring it into a metal canister.
Fera'Sel raises her voice towards the bartender. "Hey, can I get some of that turian ale, too? Thanks."
Steve shrugs. "Eh, it's going..." he says, taking another swig of his drink, "Nothing a drink can't fix."
Bartender comes out from the kitchen, first moving over to Yin and saying: "Pizza's are on the way, gonna take a bit longer." He turns towards the row of patrons. "Anyone need a drink?"
Renala | "Well, does a drink ever fix anything..." Renala begins, before she looks at the batarian bartender, not having seen him here before. "Yeah, one beer, please," she says, raising her voice enough to be heard by the batarian.
Bartender nods at Renala with a smile and turns around, pondering briefly before grabbing a human beer from the shelf, opening the bottle and sliding it over to Renala.
Ya got it! He kneels down to look through the harder-to-reach dextro drink supply, grabbing a cheap turian ale - seemingly the only type in stock, and heading over to the quarian to hand it over. "Do ya need a staw?"
Bartender nods at the quarian and hands over a titanium straw sealed in some plastic. "Had the place stocked with some quarian stuff when I took over."
Steve smiles. "If it's strong enough it does." he says, punctuating his point by taking another long swig of his drink.
Renala takes a tentative sip of the bottle's content. "While I can't argue putting a problem off until you sober up is all that bad," she says, "I wouldn't call it 'fixing' it."
Fera'Sel turns towards the krogan and nods. "Fera'Sel nar Veltar. I... haven't seen any krogan either."
Steve shrugs. "I guess that depends on the problem." he says, rotating the bottle of pills in his hand before sliding them back into his pocket.
Renala glances at the bottle. "Oh, forgot about that," she says. "What are the pills for, anyway?" She takes a long sip of her beer.
Steve taps his forehead with his middle finger a few times. "Headaches..." he says, "...Mainly headaches. They come and go, but sometimes they hit me so hard I can barely function. These-..." he continues, tapping the pocket he just retired the bottle to,"-...Help me get through the day."
Renala tilts her head sympathetically. "Sorry to hear that," she says. "That something you've dealt with for long, if you don't mind my prying."
Bartender hears someone yell from the kitchen, and makes his way in there. He comes back a moment after with 12 pizza boxes stacked on top of each other, putting them down on the counter in front of Yin with a faint grunt. "There ya go, good luck with that." He grins slightly.
Steve leans forward, resting his elbows against the counter. "Yeah..." he says, taking a deep breath, "Since I was a kid, anyways. I've gotten used to it, for the most part. Once you deal with something long enough, even the worst of circumstances start to feel normal."
Tyranniac|Yin sighs and stands up, looking over the stack of pizzas and pondering how to best carry them.
Fera'Sel immediately stiffens as she slowly moves the bottle away from her mouth. "What exactly do you mean by that?"
Ngh... it's fine, I've got a good sense of balance. Starts to move towards the exit, bumping in to a vorcha halfway there and falling over, the pile of boxes toppling, which results in the vorcha getting a severe case of pizza to the face.
Tyranniac|Yin The vorcha removes the pizza from his face, and exclaims: "Bah! You get Drisk sticky! Drisk kill!"
Steve glances at the human as her tower of pizza tips, angering the vorcha, and chuckles softly to himself. "Seems unhealthy." he says, "Should've had em' delivered instead."
Renala frowns. "Since you were a kid?" she asks. "Oh... Good to hear you're not letting it stop you, then." She glances at Yin as she hears the commotion.
Steve watches the scene play out for a moment longer before returning his attention to Renala. "Well, what other choice do I have, right? The pain isn't going to go away just because I've given up... Just taking things one day at a time."
Uh... you... keep the rest of the pizzas. Yeah. Grabs the pizzas she collected and hurries out of the Respite.
Tyranniac|Yin | The vorcha makes a series of unpleasant noises before scooping up the pizzas and moving over to a corner, eating them all in an extremely slobby manner.
Renala glances at the scene once more as sthe human woman leave. "True," she says before taking a sip of her drink. "So," she begins, trying to find something else to talk about. "How's your job search going?"
I've had a rough couple of nights, so I've just been trying to recover. That Hnpinn job... Going so long without any sleep really caused my-... My condition to act up. I'm going to give it a couple more days before I continue job hunting.
Maria enters the Respite and takes a look around. She's a short woman with light skin and short, blood-red hair, and she's wearing a battered black armor suit with dark red plating. Both her armor and her skin appears to have some spots of what might be ash on them. An Executioner pistol is strapped to her hip. The human woman starts to head towards the bar.
Renala nods. "I've just not been bothered to look at that IT firm yet," she says with a slight sheepish smile. "I should probably get to it soon before I'm out of credits."
Maria reaches the bar, standing between Renala and Fera. She leans against the counter with both arms - her armor is sleeveless, revealing a muscular build. She smells of smoke and scorched... something. "Hey! Batarian ale!"
Steve takes another swig of his whisket, effectively killing the glass. "I've got some nice savings, so I'm good for a while..." he says, glancing at the loud arrival, "Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything, Ren. Nothing wrong with asking for help."
Maria grabs the bottle and gulps down a considerable part right away, apparently having been quite thirsty. After putting the bottle down she glances to her left, listening to the strangers' conversation.
Renala | "I'll keep that in mind," Renala says, a faint smile visible on her lips. "I'll do my best ot make sure it won't come to that, but thank you." She takes a long swig of her beer.
Steve nods. "Any time." he says, nudging the asari with his elbow, "Gotta stick together, right?" he adds playfully.
If you're asking more specifically about my occupation, well, no. I'm an independent security specialist.
Maria grins slightly. "Security specialist, hm? Could credits persuade you to do some side work in the field of general killing? I've got my eyes on a lucrative bounty on a local warlord, but I need a team..."
Darsk appears intrigued, learning forward of the bar. "Nomally I don't take any mercenary assignments, but you've got me curious. I thought this planet was supposed to be quiet. Who is this warlord?"
Renala chuckles. "...through thick and thin," she adds in a similar tone. She then decides to listen in on the others conversation, a slight bit curious about it, though not really too interested.
Quiet? You're new here, aren't you? There's always fighting somewhere on this planet. It's a minor, no-name warlord, but he's been stirring up some trouble by attacking corporate operations. Enough for them to put up a bounty.
Galatea finishes off her water and stands smoothly, saying "Farewell" without specifically looking at anyone and turns on her heel, walking out without waiting for a response.
Steve swivels slightly in his stool and raises a hand, sending Galatea off with a wave. "Take care, Gal."
Bartender heads over to Steve, pouring up more whiskey. "Hey, renting a room here, aren't ya, human?"
Nothing complicated. Fight our way in, kill the guy, get out. Base is to the southeast. Hidrillian forest.
Steve thinks about it for a moment. "That doesn't sound the least bit appetizing." he says with a straight face, "How about a plate for each of us." he adds with a smirk, gesturing towards Renala.
Renala can't help but let a chuckle escape her. "Thanks," she says. "It's been Goddess knows how many years since I last had Varren."
Steve glances around for a moment. Upon realizing the woman's comment is directed at himself and Renala, his face reddens a bit. "Wha-..." he begins, but choosing not to acknowedge her comment, decides instead to address her question, "Uhh... Depends on why you're asking..."
As I was telling the krogan over there, I've got a lucrative bounty contract lined up, but I need a team.
Fera'Sel snaps out of her thoughts and looks around at the conversation happening. She listens in for several moments, but tunes it back out when she notices they're talking about bounties. She instead decides to inspect Maria's face in order to commit it to memory for the moment.
Renala thinks for a moment, taking another sip of her beer. "I'll consider it," she says, though her tone does make her seem not too interested in it.
Maria 's face is fairly unremarkable. She has amber eyes and some soot on the left side of her face.
Bartender emerges from the kitchen with two varren kebabs, placing them in front of Renala and Steve. "Enjoy." The meals smell delicious, in contrast with the rest of the place.
I'm going to need more details. I'm not about to commit to something without knowing what I'm getting myself into.
Steve nods at the bartender, offering a friendly smile as he takes his first bite. "Not bad." he says, "Not bad at all."
Newly risen warlord. Not very strong, but he's a thorn in the side of the corporations. And they pay well. Real well.
Renala | "Thanks," Renala takes the plate and picks up the utensiles. She takes a bite of the kebab.
Bartender grins at Steve. "Best varren kebab in the Terminus Systems, trust me." He heads off to take the order of a human patron.
Maria takes a datapad out of her pocket and slides it over to Steve. It displays the details of the bounty, including the location of the base, the listing of a generous sum of reward credits and Hahne-Kedar displayed as the ones that issued the bounty.
Steve looks the datapad over and slides it back. "Sorry..." he apologizes as he reaches past Renala while she eats. "I'll consider it. Send me your contact info and I'll get back to you."
Maria grabs her omni-tool and taps it a few times, transmitting her contact info to Steve's. She then sips her batarian ale again.
You do that. She heads off towards an empty booth, taking a seat and sipping her ale idly since there doesn't seem to be any one else around that could be of use.
Steve brings up the haptic interface of his omni-tool and pokes at it, making sure he received the information. After a moment, the interface dissipates and he gives the woman a quick nod before returning to his meal.