Freelancer - The Void

A well dressed man speaks to the bartender...

"So you see I have been away for quite sometime now. It would benefit me greatly to speak wiss someone in ze know. I have much business to attent to, and ze faster ze better."

The bartender replies "I could keep an eye out for you if you'd like..."

"Yes Yes that would be splendid. I would of course reimburse any, eh, expenses with as many credits needed."

"What exactly are you looking for?'

"I need to know where to find aftermarket ships and weapons and zat sort of sing. And I would also like to find someone who deals in this sort of thing directly. You never can be too, shall we say, careful."

The trader and sometime leader of that famous company, The Alliance of Freelancers entered the very stylish bar. One thing that Zebulon Antarxes was very aware of was the world of ship building.  The many years spent as a smuggler and a purveyor of exotic goods to the rich and famous had placed him in the unique position of developing some of the most carefuly constructed smuggling vessels in the Sirius sector.

Weapons also.  Mainly the personal type as opposed to the ship bourne weaponry.  If things got dangerous Zebulon liked to make sure that "up close and personal" meant he was coming out of an encounter alive.  Close Area Effect Destablisers and palm fitted toxic dart guns, along with the latest in organic weapons technology were amongst some of the goodies he was personaly aquainted with.  Not that firepower was a strange science to him.  Nomad hybrid laser technology combined with some of the rogue technologists from Europa had bourn fruit with a weapon able to take down sheilds and rip through hulls in seconds - neadless to say the Irondor was not openly available due to restrictions placed on the trade by "The Quorum" who pretty much had the thing all sealed up, kept away from the regular bandits and miscreants in Sirius.  The Balance of Power amongst the House Systems was one of the things that "The Quorum" were not prepared to sacrifice for profit!

With an indication to the bar tender, the Babylonian bourbon mix on ice was ready by the time Zeb reached the bar. This was no "spit and sawdust" place, unlike the pit near the dock that served cheap Liberty Ale and stank like a rancid fish tank at low tide.  Being a hidden partner in the BMM had its perks - namely a good taylor and an excellent supply of Corsair Cigars.  Nodding to the well dressed man by the bar, Zeb took a swig of bourbon and lit his cigar.  He offered one to the tall man, who accepted and leaned forward to take a light from the small hand held nuclear powered cigar lighter cupped in Zebs hand.  Out of earshot of the bar tender Zeb muttered, "I understand you are seeking some "off spec" shipping requirements..........?"

"Yess Yess, you are correct. First of all, before I ask for itemz zat lets say may not be entirely moraly just, I must purchase some information. I need ze lists of all ze ships. Ze weapons I can just purchase ze next time we meet. After I have attained a list of where to buy zeese ships zen I will Need to obtain ze grandaddy of zem all, ze nomad armor. I will need 24 hours to aquire ze capitol."

"in walks a syndicate cyborg...

silence falls upon the room...

Tigres electronic scanning devise turns off and Malfunction appears on its screen


as the occupents know too fear this one
this poticular cyborg is taller, meaner, Less human than the rest of the cyborgs
His entire boady was coverd with metalic implants, only his left arm & his right hands were what you would call "human"

The cyborg talks in a low, electonic voice

"www.w.w.w.why is there aof and insignificant humans in this bar and in MY sy sy SYSTEM!!!!
THIS IS THE SYNDICATE SPACEEEE/////EEE/EEEE
But my ... wHaT have we here/here/here a new face in the bar"


*Dynasty holds zebulon by the neck with one arm and The_Merovingian with the other*


****** Freeport 9 suddenly went cold ******

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ooc : i was gettin into that then  :D
i wounder what happs next  :-O

The Frenchman waits until he is in his ship and lauching off of fp9 before he flips the switch on his hologram inducer.

The dirty smile on the Pirates face gets bigger and bigger after the Frenchman disapeared.... He takes out the batteries of his computer and throw's them in the direction of the cyborg well known as Dynasty, who now has onley Zeb in his hands and looks a little confused in his cyborg face. "Take that ones, may u need some fresh bats in your language-output-system... seems you have them empty. "

Before the cyborg detect the direction where  that human words came from  the dark man disapers in a small door behind the curtain and left the bar and shortly after the base in his Anubis Mk2


ooc: red letters is Shootnix friends