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#Miner'sRespite – January 31, 2015
The Miner's Respite's doors are not locked, clearly indicated by a green interface. Aylena stands behind the counter, typing on a terminal. She's wearing a green shirt and cargo pants, far from the usual formal wear she uses when tending the bar. There are two Turian contractors adjusting one of the tables, but it looks like they're almost done. The floors aren't very cleaned, but the worst of the mess has been taken care of. The tables
Kirill steps into the Respite and gives a quick glance around. He stands at around 6'3 with messy dark black hair. He runs a hand across his chin, scratching at his thick, disheveled beard before crossing the room towards the bar. "Mornin' ma'am." he says politely as he approaches Aylena before taking a seat on a stool. His dark grey hardsuit has seen better days, dents and dings
adorning much of it. A Predator pistol is holstered on his thigh, mirrored by a combat knife on the opposite side. A crescent shaped weapon is sheathed on his chest. "Hear there was a bit of a disruption here."
Aylena looks over at him. "Yeah, you could say that," she says with a weary sigh before walking towards him. "I can't say I didn't expect something like this setting up shop out here, but this one's going to be tough to recover from."
Kirill gives the room another glance, nodding as he does. "Looks like it. This sort of thing happen often?" he asks, "Can't be good for business."
Aylena shakes her head. "About five times a year at this pace," she says, "but usually I can open the next day without much trouble." She pauses. "By the way, can I get you anything?"
Kirill leans back on his stool and looks past the asari, furrowing his brow as he examines the bottles. After a few moments, he leans forward and places his forearms on the counter. "Surprise me." he says, flashing a friendly smile before continuing with his line of questioning. "Any idea who did it? Just got here yesterday myself, but I gotta admit I was a bit surprised to arrive to
Aylena walks over to find a glass before heading for the tap. "You mean at the spaceport?" she says. "I've had my hands full with this place, so I haven't had the chance to look into that." She pours a glass of beer and hands it to him.
Kirill gives a slight nod as he takes the glass. "Spaceport looked like it was hit pretty hard. Gunships in the sky and everything. Like I said, a far cry from the welcoming party I was expecting." he chuckles, "But I was mainly talking about here. Heard there was a firefight. Anyone get hurt?"
Aylena nods. "A couple guests got a few minor injuries," she says, "but the woman tending the bar at the time is still at the hospital."
Kirill sighs and takes a quick sip of his beer. "That's a damn shame. But this is how it starts, ya know? Peaceful towns like this are just ripe for the takin'. First you get your random asshole here and there who think they can just walk all over everyone, but before long the mercs will start movin' in..." he pauses, watching her face for a moment, "Maybe provide a little protection
at first. Even give the local economy a little boost. But the only thing that separates a merc from a bandit is who they're gettin' their credits from, and that changes on a day-by-day basis. From there it's all downhill. Wherever they go, trouble follows. By the time anyone notices what's happening, they're already too much for the locals to handle... I've seen it first hand."
Aylena nods. "Yeah, I've kind of seen that happen before," she says with a frown. "The group I pay to keep this place safe seem like a decent bunch, though."
Kirill gives a short shrug. "For your sake, and for the sake of this town... I hope you're right." He reaches down and removes something from a compartment on his hardsuit. A flyer of some sort. It's folded a few times and crumpled up. He unfolds it and lays it on the counter, using his hand in an attempt at flattening it out before sliding it over to Aylena. In large, bold letters,
the header reads 'Children of Aite'. Flashy, unorganized statements litter the page. Things such as 'Join now!' 'It's our home, it's time we take it back!' and 'Fight for what you believe in!' stand out against a rather cheesie image of numerous people of different races standing shoulder to shoulder. Kirill bites his lower lip and watches Aylena's face for a reaction.
Aylena picks it up and studies it for a few seconds, showing no change in expression. "Can't say I've heard about this bunch, not as far as I can remember at least," she says. "But you're trying to take the whole rock back? Why?"
Gren opens the door and stomps inside, looking around at the bar. He grunts once and moves over to the bar, standing beside the man and nodding once to Aylena.
Kirill gives a big toothy smile. "No worries. Seem like most people who have heard of us haven't really decided what to think of us yet. We've been at this for a few years now, but we're finally in a good spot to make big moves. Not sure I agree with the flyer's wording. Take?" he shakes his head. As Gren approaches, he glances over and studies the krogan for a few moments before
giving him a nod and refocusing his attention on Aylena. "I don't feel like I'm taking anything. This is our home. We just want to see it, and its people, treated with the respect we deserve. Hopefully people see that and understand that our intentions are good"
Aylena sighs. "I understand," she says. "It's just... such a far fetched goal. I doubt anyone's just going to let you do your thing without putting up a fight. And good people get hurt in those fights, like my bartender."
Kirill breaks eye contact for a moment and nods. "Believe me, I know all about good people getting hurt. We do what we can to prevent that, but sometimes it can't be helped. But good people die here every day, regardless of whether or not we get involved. I figure the least we can do is make their deaths count for something. And we could use all the help we could get. I know a lot of
folks are scared to openly support us, and I'd never ask someone to put themselves in danger for us unless they really believed in our cause, but you have no idea how much it would help us out if you just let me hang a few of our flyers around the place."
Gren pulls out a datapad and places it on the bartop. He nods once to Aylena and walks back out without a word. On the datapad is about 5000 credits and a small note, apologising for the damages he caused.
Aylena nods to the krogan after speaking to the human, tilting her head a little bit as he leaves. She glances at the datapad before putting it below the bar counter to look at it later. "I'll think about it," she says. "I hope you understand that I can't just advertize your group without looking more into it."
Kirill puts his hands up, palms outward. "No, no... Of course not. Look into it, and I'll check back in with you. We're out there fighting the good fight. I'm sure you'll be able to see that."
Aylena puts the flier down by the datapad. "I hope it can wait for a while," she says. "This place is a mess as you can see, and I don't think bartenders are lining up to work here, and I'm not counting on the girl being eager to start working again once she gets out of the hospital."
Kirill sighs, but nods. "I understand. Might not wanna wait too long, though... I get the impression that things aren't going to stay quiet around here for very long. We could use all the new recruits we can get." he says.
I'll leave that to the town's militia. I heard they kicked ass the last time Freedom Falls was threatened. And besides, there won't be any point in handing out flyers if there's no custoemrs around to hand them out to.
All due respect, but the people who have their eyes on Freedom Falls could crush your militia with the sheer weight of their bank account. And I'm not askin' you to hand out anything. Completely hands-off for you. Just let me hang a few around the bar. Maybe a couple outside. That's all.
Aylena snorts. "And the militia could crush this place if they have a score to settle with you," she says. "The last thing I need is more people willing to shoot up this place."
Kirill sighs, "Look. This is what I do. I keep my ear to the ground, and I get the lay of the land. Freedom Falls is going to need our help. I'm not trying to get you into any trouble... Just consider it."
Aylena tilts her head slightly. "Weren't you asking who the attackers were just a moment ago?" she says. "You don't know who. I don't know who. Who's to say where this will develop?"
Kirill shakes his head and bites his lower lip for a few moments before speaking. "Don't take this the wrong way-... I mean, what happened here was horrible. You said you 'expected' this sort of thing when you moved out here... You shouldn't have to expect it. And I'm sad to hear that your bartender is still down for the count, I hope they pull through... But we don't have the manpower
to just go around playing vigilante everywhere. We didn't come here because of this." he puts a hand up and tilts his head, "Now, that's not to say we won't do anything we can to help you out... This just wasn't on our radar. Unfortunate coincidence is all. Can't really go into detail on what brought us here, but I can tell ya that there's a pretty mean mother-effer with his eyes on
Aylena sighs. "And why don't you approach the militia about this? After what happened yesterday, I doubt they'll turn down any info."
We're considering it... Right now we just don't have enough details on what he's planning. If the militia doesn't believe us, it could come back to bite us in the ass. The last thing we need is more people thinking we're just trying to stir up trouble. Facts first, then we'll clue them in. Regardless, I don't see the militia holding out against the numbers that would be thrown at them."
But you don't think they'll think that if you start recruiting people to fight for a cause? I don't think there's a safe way to go about this, but maybe letting whoever's running this town know it's not them you're out to get sounds like the wiser decision to me.
The militia has no reason to think we're out to get them. We're just looking for good folks devoted to protecting their homes. That's all. Surely our 'cause' is the same as their 'cause', right? Your cause? I know you mean well, but you don't know what we're up against. Credits, power, and influence go a long way to sway opinions. Trust that we're doing everything we can to handle this
The causes may align, sure, but the people running the town has a say in what they do. That's not a minor difference.
Aylena sighs. "I don't know what you're up against, that's true," she says, "and exactly why I'm not comfortable taking your word on this alone."
Kirill takes on more swig of his drink before sliding the mostly-full glass back across the counter. His friendly smile returns. "I don't blame you for playing it safe. Like I said, just think about it." he says as he pushes a credit chit towards her. "Names Kirill. Me and mine should be around for a bit, so if you need anything, just let us know." he nods towards the flyer, "Contact
info is on there. It's not my personal contact info, so don't expect an immediate response, but don't let that stop you from reaching out." He takes one last glance around the bar, "I meant what I said. We're just here to help the locals. If you need a little help, I could send a couple of our people to help you get this place cleaned up."
Aylena shakes her head. "Thanks for the offer, but we've got that under control," she says with a small smile, "The only employee I have showing up to work today is the janitor, after all." She takes the credit chit and takes the price of the beer from it. "As I said, I've got my hands full with this place, but I'll get to it."