MechWarrior Alex Thorn
Regular
LEGIONNAIRES
"I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat." - Winston Churchill
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Aug 3, 2005 8:18:19 GMT -5
I smiled after taking a drink of my Gauss Rifle.
"Oh not much. Just trying to get to know my fellow Legionnaires better. Since I joined I havent really gotten to know you guys."
I noticed Gen come in and order a round of drinks for everyone. I nodded slightly, silently thanking him for the round. I then turned back to Schuster. "So how long have you been with the Legionnaires?"
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Aug 3, 2005 12:12:17 GMT -5
"What's your poison of choice, Hobson?"
We made our way into the dingy confines of the Cantina, the dark, grimy interior looking as inviting as ever. Obscure music blared from an ancient Wurlitzer jukebox shoved up against a far wall, its bubble lights casting rays of light haphazardly through the thick smoke that swirled through the air. Quite a crowd had gathered – and I couldn't blame them – our last mission certainly had been one that required a lot of forgetting. Even Schuster had turned out for the celebratory return home. I was concerned for him – he had become increasingly isolated following Operation: Endgame, and seemed to have a great deal on his mind. It was good to see him out.
“I think I’ll have a Steiner PPC, sir.”
I grinned.
“Make that two,” I nodded to the barkeep, who grunted at me before commencing the drink preparation. I glanced at the holoscreens over the bar, watching some poor fool in a Clint get his ass handed to him by an opponent in a Zeus. I pointed to the carnage, eliciting peals of laughter from Hobson. The free-for-all matches on Solaris VII were so entertaining…
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Aug 3, 2005 12:29:50 GMT -5
What I thought was a lonely Gen seemed to be half of the Legionnaires. Saturina, Miyamoto, Bekker, and Rhodes all sat at a circular table. I dragged my Inferno off of the bar counter, and sat next to Saturina. I washed down the last bit of Inferno, and eyed Maxwell and Hobson as they walked into the bar, obviously unnaware of our presence.
"CAPTAIN! Ova here! We got drinks all arounds!" I said, as I became less and less sober with my second Inferno.
I had never seen this many Legionnaires talking and enjoying themselves. It was good to be off mission...
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Nicholas Schuster
Regular
DECEASED
"Blakists are like a virus. And WE are the cure."
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Post by Nicholas Schuster on Aug 3, 2005 13:03:25 GMT -5
"So how long have you been with the Legionnaires?"
As the flames died out, I slammed the Inferno down in a single chug. The alcohol took hold almost immediately, and I began to feel lightheaded.
"Si...since May. Before that I w- was a St...Steiner operative. I did elec...elec.."
"Electronic?"
"Electronic warfare. I'm not a...a pilot."
Thorn gave me a funny look. The alcohol was really starting to take effect.
"You seemed pretty good out there."
I stared at him with as serious a demeanor as I could muster.
"Now you listen here. LIFE...makes you perceive things...that aren't so. An-d-d...I am NOT a p-p....PILOT...any more than YOU are...a...a...alive."
Thorn contorted his face.
"That doesn't make any sense."
"EXACTLY!"
My fingers began to caress the small pistol in my pocket. I wondered if it would hurt.
I ordered another drink.
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MechWarrior Alex Thorn
Regular
LEGIONNAIRES
"I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat." - Winston Churchill
Posts: 176
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Aug 3, 2005 14:07:21 GMT -5
Schuster was starting to get too drunk and I was beginning to get concerned.
"Well I used to be with Steiner before I came here."
After Schuster took some more to drink I was really concerned.
"Man I think you have had enough. I think you need to go rest some."
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Aug 3, 2005 14:15:10 GMT -5
The Cantina was beginning to really get filled with people trying to relax. I was on my second drink and really beginning to feel the effects of it since I had decided to for go eating anything. William had just asked me a question but I didn't catch it all, it was getting louder in the bar and I don't think I was clear headed.
"I'm sorry William what was that again?"
"How did you come to join the Legionnaires? You don't see many full-fledged MDs roaming the stars with soldiers of fortune.
"Oh, well .... I was having to work at gathering my thoughts. I was with the MRBC as Commander on The Liberty. We went on a mission with the Legionnaires and things with my Commanding Officer got really messed up. He turned on the whole mission and the Legionnaires. I had to make a hard choice. I have always admired the Legionnaires as an outfit with Honor and integrity, so I helped them defeat his mission. I then asked if I could join up with them as my contract with the MRBC had ended. They took me, and here I am. I finally became the head of the Medical unit because I have extensive training in this area and was better suited for this area then as a Mech Warrior. I am honored to be part of this unit. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."
"Interesting story."
"How bout you William? What brings you to the Legionnaires?"
Just as I asked this I noticed Schuster was sitting at the bar. He was talking with Thorn. I hadn't seen him the entire mission. He had been in bravo lance plus I had gone with Kintaru. I hadn't seen him since we got back either. I was wondering if he was ok, I usually would run into him somewhere. I looked around the bar again. Everyone seemed to be getting into the celebration of being home. Things were getting louder and louder. Lots of laughing. It was getting harder to hear people talking unless you were really close to them. I strained to listen to William.
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Post by Lance Commander William Rhodes on Aug 3, 2005 14:15:41 GMT -5
I could tell that Jessica was a little tipsy, but I wasn't exactly fit for church either. Her story about joining the Legionnaires was interesting. I had no idea she had been a mechwarrior. She asked me about my own path to the unit.
I fought in the FedCom civil war and lost a lot of close friends. The destruction just seemed so pointless. There's nothing more barbaric than a nation ripping itself apart...brother fighting sister. Well...I've had enough of the Great Houses and their greed. I had heard from some pals in the MRBC that the Legionnaires were an outfit with honor and integrity. That really appealed to me after what I'd seen. And so... here I am.
After my third Davion PPC I was definitely starting to feel it. I was always a bit of a light weight when it came to alcohol, and PPCs, like their namesake, packed a heavy punch. The room was starting to spin ever so slightly.
Take it easy, Will. You don't want to end up flat on your face in front of all your new comrades.
Seeing the Captain and Hobson enter the bar, I staggered to my feet, knocking over my chair in the process, and raised my glass for an impromptu toast.
You guys...quiet down for a sec...I'd just like to say...
I slurred my words as my tongue felt like it weighed a metric ton. My speech was greeted with laughter and whistles.
Friends...Legionnaires...Captain...No seriously, quiet everybody...We have been through the maelstrom of battle together...
Oh sit down, you drunken sod! someone shouted.
Ignoring the interruption, I continued but decided to shorten things a bit because the room was spinning much faster now.
A toast to our victory, to our fine brothers and sisters in arms, and finally...and here my tone became quite a bit more somber...to those who have fallen before us.
To my surprise everyone in the room raised their glass after a moment of silence. I was equally surprised to find myself sitting on the floor, not sure as to how I got there. People were chuckling and slapping me on the back.
I think next time I'll have orange juice.
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Aug 3, 2005 14:24:13 GMT -5
Just as William finished answering my question, He suddenly got to his feet. Trying to quiet everyone down so he could speak. Everyone was so gone already they barely were able to quiet down and listen. They finally did when he mentioned our lost Legionnaires. Everyone drank to that. Then when William sat back down he ended up on the floor. Everyone around was laughing. Bekker got up to help him back in his chair.
"Well William that was a wonderful speech. I'll drink to that."
I was beginning to think I should go get something to eat before I couldn't make it out the door.
"You know guys, I think I might need some food."
I just continued to sit there though. I hated to leave. I wanted to be around my friends right now.
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Post by Lance Commander William Rhodes on Aug 3, 2005 14:27:28 GMT -5
Hey, Jessica I wrote my last post while you were posting yours, so I changed the beginning to match your response.
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Aug 3, 2005 14:29:47 GMT -5
Thanks I was typing away trying to do the second one to make it fit. LOL I'm sure its ok. I changed my second one a bit to fit it properly LOL. I think we got it now.
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Post by Gen Miyamoto on Aug 3, 2005 16:26:06 GMT -5
I eyed the the magnetic pinball machine in the corner as I finished my third shot of Whiskey. I strolled over and slowly felt the smooth glass casing, "Just like home"
Memories of Terran dives and less than perfect times swam in my head while I fed coins to the machine in preperation for a trip to nostalgia. A happy series of notes readied me for the ensuing fun.
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Post by Star Captain Killian Bekker on Aug 3, 2005 16:33:14 GMT -5
After putting William back into his chair, I decided that it was time for me to leave. I turned to Jessica, who seemed to have had a bit more to drink than she should have had.
Doctor, would you like me to escort you back to your quarters? I'm retiring for the night and figured you could use a hand.
She looked up at me quizzically, but after a moment she started to speak.
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Post by Dr. Jessica Saturina on Aug 3, 2005 16:48:26 GMT -5
I looked up at Bekker, he was going, did I want to go? I decided to stay. I stood up to get another drink as I spoke to him.
"I ... I want another drink .... My head started to spin, and I reached out for anything to hang onto. My hand grabbed a hold of Bekkers arm. "OOOOh .... I think I should have eaten something." I was not steady on my feet at all. I was a little embarrassed, I couldn't seem to get myself together. "I really should go talk with Schuster, I haven't seen him in a long while." I was still having to hang on to his arm and the table to keep steady. I looked up at Bekker. Laughing a little. "I ... I ... don't feel .... so well...." I giggled as he gave me a stern look.
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Post by Star Captain Killian Bekker on Aug 3, 2005 17:22:33 GMT -5
I ... I ... don't feel .... so well....
I gave her a stern look. I held her up by her waist and allowed her to support herself against my larger frame.
You need some fresh air and then you need some rest Doctor.
But...but...I should...
I held my hand to my lips and signaled for her to stop talking.
Doctor, you are in no shape to be conversing in a place such as this while you are in this state. I will take you back to your quarters.
I walked her as she stumbled along. She continued to comment about not eating and then she became a greenish color and threw up.
When she finished, she looked up.
I don't feel much better, but you are right, I should get to my quarters.
I ended up nearly having to carry her the rest of the way back. We arrived at the door to her quarters.
She gave me a soft hug, smiled and stumbled in. She stopped and propped herself in the doorway. Turning to me, she smiled once more.
Thank you Bekker...I mean...Kil..Killian.
Anytime Doctor. Sleep well and drink plenty of water. I'm sure you're not going to enjoy the morning if you do not.
She closed the door after a long stare and sigh.
I turned and walked towards my Dropship.
May we meet again Doctor...
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Aug 3, 2005 17:28:49 GMT -5
I ordered a second shot of PPC, and walked over to Schuster for a challenge.
"He, Mistor Schuster, let's drink!"
I slapped the second shot down near Schuster's arm.
He picked it up, looked at, and stared at me, then back at the cup. He sloshed the cup, then slammed it down, creating a crack in the small glass.
"Barkeep! More damn licker! Gimme 4 a more shoters of the licker stuff!"
He set a plate of 4 shots of tequila down on the counter, and I stumbled over to the plate, and slapped it down on Schuster's table. We both picked up shots, I gave a... thumbsish up, and foul liquor burned through my mouth once more.
We swallowed in pleasure, lifting yet another shot.
After 2 more shots, I almost fell over. Schuster... was not there anymore...
I stumbled around a bit more, and accidentally hit at least 2 people... not sure...
One of the ladies in the bar, obviously drunk, giggled past me, as I sat it my seat holding my forehead.
"Oh, shit man... I can't drive... yes... I can drive... I'll be Okay... I can..."
"Hey Wedge Lourde! Have another booze!" one of the women giggled. I drank it back, heavily. The room went staticky.
"Whooooaaaaaaaahhhhh," I said as the room went down into slow-mo.
"Here Wedge Lourde! We bought you a tray of hyperbeers! See how fast you can drink them!"
I slammed the hyperbeers as fast as I could.
"Finish it off with megabooze, Wedge Lourde!" I climberd up on The Bar and danced like a celebrity and poured the megabooze all over myself as I drank it down. Then...I didn't remember...where I was...a bright light...and then a flash...and then...
I was laying on the pavement outside the Car Dealership. Looking at the sky, and a saucer so dark and metal I couldnt hardly see it against the black. Lowering from above...spinning...I barfed Mega Booze all over my jacket as I tried to stand up...but then...falling...and then rising. I was rising into the Air, something dragging me up. Up into the light. Into the saucer.
Bright light...flahs. I was on an operating table. Gray people....aliens....creatures....all around me. One held up something that looked like a electric shoe buffer. It started spinning wildly. Then he lowered it....and put it inside me. I screamed as the tool ran at high RPMs inside me and pain shot through my rectum.
Then a flash. I was driving at high speed out of control, back on the planet. I screamed as I realized I was Out of control. My car smashed through the front of a car dealership. I wnet flying through the windshield...and then...blacked out...
"Sir, may I see your Identity? You look a bit young. You don't exacly look 22 years old. May I see your card?"
"I already... you know, dad! You were at my... party... thing... w..."
"I'm going to ask you one more time, or I am calling the police. Please show me identification."
"Ok... here's..."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out... a paper...
"Sir... This is a car dealership. I'm going to have to call the police to search you. If you do not have proper identification!"
"Fine... dad!"
I pulled out another, paper. I slapped it down on the table. I heard glass break in the background, and I chuckled.
"Wedge Lourde? I'm going to have to call the police. Your licence clarifies that you are not at the drinking age."
"Yes, hello, we have an underaged drinker at the bar. Yes sir. Yes. Thank you sir."
5 Minutes later, a man in a sleek uniform walked in... I... fell... off... don't remember...
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