#Miner'sRespite – November 10, 2016

Yan Sun is still sitting at a booth in the Respite, even though the person she was talking to left some time ago. She's wearing black jeans and a fitted grey hoodie, pulled up as if to shield from the cold, despite the temperature in the place itself being pleasant enough. The effect of looking out into the cold no doubt. Her tea cup sits empty on the table, and she's currently reading something on a screen projected across her

Nathan steps into the Respite, stomping his boots against the ground. He glances around as he brushes off some collected snow on his shoulders with a grumble. He still sports the scraggly beard on his face and carries the bags beneath his eyes. However, to his credit, he's managing to keep a chipper beat to his step. Most likely because, y'know, he hasn't been

Lantea slowly walks into the bar with a look of annoyance on her face, or she would, if her face wasn't covered with something that looks like a pair of Ski Goggles and a balaclava covering her nose and her mouth. Once she steps inside, she wipes the snow off her goggles. "I can finally see again." She said quietly before she started slowly removing her mask. She put it in her little

Mavus nods at the pair of orders. He quickly serves up Nathan's coffee and takes the payment, before pouring a measure of dextro wine in a cup for Lantea.

Yan Sun pays no attention to the new arrivals, still busy reading from the blue screen.

Nathan glances to the Turian, tilting his head to the side as he studies her for a moment. A flash of recognition crosses his features and he smiles to her. "Hey, you're uh... Lantea, right?" He asks. "You were looking for a job with Redrock, weren't you?" He takes the coffee with a grateful nod and blows gently at it, pushing the steam away. He takes a tentative

Lantea nodded a few times while she sipped her drink slowly. "Yep, that's me, however I do apologize for not knowing who are /you/, I'm horrible at distinguishing Humans, I very rarely see Humans. You are roughly the ninth one I even bother speaking to, not that I have something against your kin, mind you."

Nathan furrows his brow faintly. Man, is he really that forgettable? With pride wounded, he looks back to the turian and taps his finger against the counter idly. "Um... that's good, I guess?" He hedges. "So, uh, have you put in an application with the company yet? Spoken to anyone? Because you honestly could not have timed it better. From what I can gather, we

Celyna enters the Respite, brushing snow off the shoulders of her dark blue leather trenchcoat. It seems woefully insufficent to ward against the cold, despite the addition of a striped gray scarf. She breathes on her hands to warm them as she starts heading towards the bar. "Fuck this shithole planet..." she mutters, walking up near Nathan and Lantea and waving for the bartender's attention. "Get me something warm me

Lantea finally clicked her mandibles once she recognizes him. "Ah! Yes, now I remember. Sorry, lots of things been on my mind lately." She said with small apologetic 'smile' before she looks at the newcommer, she shrugs and looks back at Nathan. "Just like that handsome fellow's crest!" She said jokingly while she nodded towards the bartender. "Anyway, jokes aside. Yes, I did submit

Mavus glances to the new arrival, his mandibles twitching for a moment. He then nods and turns towards the drinks, trailing a talon across the selection as he picks a drink that is almost close to varren piss. He pours a measure into a glass and places it before the new arrival. He glances to Lantea and chuckles, offering her a wink. "Thanks, darling."

Nathan smiles broadly and raises his cup in a half-arsed toast. "Well, good for you! If you had Jason, you'll probably get in no problem. His skill doesn't really lie in interviews from what I gather." He sips at his drink, sighing once more. "So, what's your skills again? Soldier? Engineer?"

Lantea scratched her chin. "Uh... Soldineer! Kinda both. Had training in both fields, though, of course, I prefer the latter. I feel at home in the grease of machinery. In fact... I can't sleep well if I don't hear at least one form of mechanical sound in the background." She said with a shrug. "Or gunfire, funnily enough. Probably because I grew up in a warzone, these sounds sound

Celyna takes a swig of the drink, scrunching her nose with a displeased look on her face afterwards. "Urk... what was that?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows briefly. "You've got to have something better than that." She slides the glass back to Mavus. "Come on..." she appeals, flashing a smile before taking a seat on the naerest stool. "Where's your bartender's pride, hm? Help a freezing girl out."

Mavus: chuckles

Yan Sun swipes something across the screen she's reading from, holding off on reading as she reaches for her tea cup only to find it is empty. To get more, or not to get more. She glances at the bar. Looks busy. Maybe later.

Mavus chuckles and takes the glass back, placing it from sight behind the counter. "Sorry," he says with a gentle click of his mandibles, "Still learning the ropes around here. New, you see." That may not be entirely honest, but he does select a higher quality drink from the shelf. Well, one he believes to be within her price range anyway. He fills a clean glass with the liquid before passing it across to her. "Here."

Nathan quirks an eyebrow as he studies the turian with a curious look. "You did? Shit, that must've been rough," he says apologetically. "Where did you grow up if you don't mind me asking? If you do, then, uh, don't worry about it. I'll just go back to sipping this coffee." He does just that. Mmmm, coffee.

Celyna glances at the conversing mercenaries next to her as she waits for her new drink, but doesn't interrupt them. Upon recieving the glass she takes a sip, raising an eyebrow as she considers her response, giving a shrug in the end. "I've had worse." she judges. "What is this?" she asks, taking a swig and then peering down at the glass.

Lantea looks at Nathan before she shrugs. "Taetrus, I don't see why you Humans are so apologetic about it. War is war, if it happens, it happens. Being sorry about it won't fix it. Brace through it, serve with honor and do your part to end it as fast as possible. That's what I believe in." She looked somewhat confused. "Anyway. How was your day?" She tries to switch subjects.

Mavus hums quietly at her assessment, before placing the bottle before her, nodding to it. "Moon Shine, human brand of whiskey."

Nathan taps the side of his cup awkwardly, not entirely sure on how to respond to the woman after that. "Well... if that's your view-" he begins before shrugging it off. "Eh, so-so. Mostly pissed at the damn snow. It makes it damn near impossible to even get my eezocycle out of the garage. Even if I could, riding it around is too dangerous. I could turn on the

Lantea nodded. "I'll be honest, if I don't get a reply soon, I'll set out, I can't afford to wait days after days on this frigid wasteland of a planet." She said with a small shudder. "Spirits, I can't even feel my spurs anymore..." She said, rubbing the protrusion in the back of her calve, or so it looks like through the clothes.

Celyna raises an eyebrow. She briefly considers saying something, but instead just shakes her head. She's not quite sure if the bartender is dispalying a questionable aptitude for his job or a poor sense of humor. She sips the glass again. "Well, I'm not dead yet..." she mutters to herself as she glances to her side again, listening in on Nathan and Lanthea.

Mavus is likely doing the latter of the two. But the bottle does clearly state 'Moon Shine'. If one were to turn it, it would have a small description of the drink and its manufacturers. At the bottom, it would include a pointed note about how this drink is not at all related to the home-brewed drink that humans are known to make.

Nathan chuckles and takes yet another sip of his coffee. "You should hear back from them soon, don't you worry," he says with a smile. "I doubt they would turn down any experienced mercs." He then glances across to Celyna, raising his cup in greeting. "Hey there. Crappy day, eh?" He asks with a purposefully cheery tone.

Celyna puts on a small, lopsided smirk. "Starting to wonder if that's the only kind there is around here." she says, taking a long swig from her glass and closing her eyes as she enjoys the wave of warmth. "Hmh..." she says with a slight twitch. "The weather always like this here?" she asks, her voice a little raspy.

Lantea finishes her drink before she looks over behind her, spotting Celyna. "Ah, didn't see you there, hello there!" She said, faking a hint of enthusiasm, really, she just has a shit day, she can't help it.

Nathan chuckles and waves a hand idly towards the entrance of the Respite. "Nah, not all the time. You just came at the worst possible moment for weather," he says as he places the cup down on the counter. "So don't worry too much about it. What brings you here? Looking for work? Getting away from the life in Citadel space?" He smirks. "Because I don't know anyone

Celyna snickers, giving a light shrug. "Maybe I'm just visiting family..." she suggests, her tone implying that this is most definitely not what she's doing. "This place is a little out-of-the way, isn't it? Why are you here?"

Nathan waves a hand idly through the air. "I'm sure," he muses. "And me? Eh, I actually like to just travel about and explore. So I'm out here, working for a local merc company. In the small space of time I've been with them, I've gone to a few locations that I doubt I ever would've working on my own. So... I get paid to see all these new places and experience

Celyna gives Lantea a delayed nod, paying only limited attention to the turian. She raises an eyebrow at Nathan's words. "I'm surprised to hear a local company would get many off-world jobs. Or that they'd want them. It's a dangerous time to be a mercenary in the Terminus..." she muses, swirling her drink idly as a faint grin manifests.

Nathan shrugs again, downing the rest of his coffee and gesturing of a refill. "It's a good company," he says plainly. "Organised, funded and well-equipped." He might be stretching it a little, but what would this random woman know about it? "And when isn't it a dangerous time to be a merc in the Terminus? Well, more so for the big three after they got their arses

Lantea slowly buries her face into the counter with a sigh. "I'm so hungry..." She looks up at the barkeep. "Got a good steak or something...? For once I feel like eating a meal and not a ration." She said quietly while she very gently started running her fingers along her crest, just some subtle flirting, nothing to see here~

Mavus chuckles as he watches Lantea, folding his arms on the counter and drawing her attention to the nearby terminal. "Our menu is on here," he says as he glances back to her. "Just pick what you want and I'll see if the kitchen can't rustle it up"

Lantea 's look turns a wee bit disappointed. "Aww, and here I thought my womanly charms would work on such a handsome fellow as you." She said jestingly before she tapped away on the terminal after walking over to it. A big juicy steak with some some pretty rich (Filled with fat) gravy. "That should do it." She said to herself.

Celyna gives a cold chuckle. "Maybe you're a little out of date here. Can't fault that you haven't heard. Ass-kicking's going on far beyond Omega now. 'Humanity's first Spectre', 'Hero of the Citadel', waging a one-human war on us out there. It's funny. I wonder if it's official, or unsanctioned... not like you can ever know with spectres." She sips her drink and looks at Nathan again. "Between that and all the other

Nathan blinks and glances to this woman, how starting to get a bad vibe from her. He watches her, still wearing the smile on his face. But now... he's being a tad more cautious with her. "Yeah, that would be the smart thing to do." He shifts on the stool, feeling the comforting press of his shoulder holster beneath his jacket. "You, uh, don't sound like a big fan

Celyna shrugs. "What can I say. Somebody tries to dismantle your workplace and kill everyone you know, doesn't really endear them to you, y'know?" She sips her drink as she eyes him appraisingly. "Earth boy, aren't you? You don't look like you belong out here." she guesses. "Maybe an Exodus colony, but-... no. Definitely Earth. Alliance?"

Nathan keeps the smile on, but now he certainly wasn't warming up to the woman. He takes his fresh mug of coffee and sips at it, barely noting the heat as it scolds his lips. "I see," he says with a cursory glance towards the security office. Or, at lest, the way to it. "You're right. I am an... Earthling." He chuckles quietly. "But no, I was not Alliance. Never

Celyna lets out a quiet hum. "I see." she shoots back. "Hm. I would've guessed Alliance. Security then. Something based in Council space. Right?" She takes a slow sip of whiskey, still studying him.

Nathan offers her a shrug and a smirk. "Getting warmer~," he says in a sing-song voice. He sips at his drink, downing some more of the bitter liquid with gusto. He studies the woman intently, trying to place what her motivation is right now. She certainly strikes him as odd, perhaps a bit suspicious. But then again, he might be overly paranoid given the latest

Celyna turns back to her drink. "Makes sense... surprised you'd make the move to a place like this. This company you're in... you said they're local? It's those... Redrock people then? Saw the extranet site. Looked out of place. Wasn't sure whether to take it seriously..."

Nathan nods slightly, finishing off the last of his coffee. "You should. They are experienced and good people. Know what they are doing." Most of the time, he mentally adds. "I'm their explosives expert and armourer. Funny mix, I know, but I haven't heard any complaints." He chuckles and brings up his omni-tool, quickly checking the time.

Celyna raises an eyebrow, and seems to consider commenting before deciding against it, and instead taking a sip from her glass instead.

Lantea makes little effort to keep up with the conversation, instead she gets to work on her meal, she had already relocated herself to the very end of the counter, sitting alone, technically. She was still fairly close to Nathan and Celyna.

Nathan sighs and stands up. "Well, unfortunately I have to go now. Gotta meet someone at the spaceport," he says, unable to contain the small smile that comes as he thinks of the new arrival. "It was a pleasure to be speaking to you two lovely ladies. Lantea, hope to see you about at Redrock. Mysterious woman, may or may not see you around. Who knows? But enjoy

Yan Sun 's eye lights up as she returns Nathan's glance, giving a small nod of recognition before returning to her extranet browsing.

Tara exits the kitchen, carrying a tray with Lantea's food on it. There is indeed plentiful gravy. The meat itself is of the vat-grown variety. Not a whole lot of real dextro meat on a levo world. The small, pale human places the plate on the bar counter in front of the turian. "Here you are, ma'am." she says quietly, avoiding looking at her. "Is there anything else?"

Celyna snickers slightly and gives Nathan a quick wave. "Mhm."

Nathan exits into the street.