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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:11:11 GMT
Drinks are on the newbie09-21-2016, 03:18 PM Dak Hobson Cadet Dak Hobson. Had a strange ring to it, but it felt right for him to be called that, at least for the time being. He knew that he wasn't in any position to be able to get his own place yet, not that he couldn't afford one, as per regulations. So Dak had gotten himself situated in his quarters, met his roomates (a Rodian named "Zsbeido" and a Naboo by the name of "Wez", both of whom are big fans) and was soon off to explore the compound. The Quartermasters was the first stop to get his supplies and be fitted for not only uniforms, but flightsuits, it was a remarkably quick stop as "mircaculously" he was next in line though it was a packed room, yeah he knew that they let him skip line and didn't like the treatment but let it go. The next stop was the flightline to check out the ships, nothing out of the ordinary, just exploring. He was feeling a little uncomfortable that many were addressing him first, even officers, Dak just wanted to be one of the crowd and whole he knew full well that it was unrealistic, he just wanted to be accepted for who he was. Then again, maybe that is what they were doing? Maybe they did already accept him and were just glad that he was here. Was he a celebrity? Sure, but he was a part of something bigger than all of them, and he liked the thought of that. Sure, he joined based off of something that his ex-wife had done but now it was something that he could hang his hat on. Maybe I'll be remembered for something besides my music. Hutch said they should meet in the Cantina sometime, he didn't know anyone else, so he shot the guy a message offering up the idea. Walking up to the bar, yes he was recognized, he asked for the manager immediately. When the woman walked over, she knew him too, he shook her hand and bought the first round for everyone in the place. He also wanted to tell her that he was an alcoholic and knew that people would try to buy him drinks. So he asked that if anyone did, he never turns down a fan, that the bartender's make his "non-alcoholic". With that done, all that was left was relaxing on a barstool and sipping some Jawa Juice.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:12:05 GMT
09-21-2016, 04:27 PM
Dirks Hutchinson
The beach house was quiet, almost too quiet, though Dirks didn't want to return to the loudness of before the separation. It was the wrong kind of noise… the fighting kind. The Rendili preferred being a lover, or at least making up after a disagreement with the misses. There were too many cold nights spent alone on the couch before throwing in the towel. He hated feeling like a failure, but it took two to make a marriage work. They just weren't on the same page anymore so divorce it was.
The message received from the new pilot, Dak Hobson, was refreshing. A night out with the guys is just what Hutch needed now that he was single again. Though the flyboy had learned a very valuable lesson and would be more mindful from now on about getting attached. It would have to be a very special woman to make him settle down again, and he meant special.
The Rendili parked his speeder bike at the curb just outside the door to the Mirror's Edge Cantina next to a couple others, then strolled inside after running a hand through his helmet hair. Dirks was dressed casually in a plain T-shirt and jeans with a leather riding jacket over the top.
Hutch gave a head's up smiling nod to the new flight cadet as he approached the bar where the guy was sitting on a stool, then extended his hand out for a good 'ol boy shake. "Hey Dak. Thanks for the invite, man. How are things going?"
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:12:42 GMT
09-22-2016, 02:28 PM
Dak
There he is! Giving the Lieutenant a "bro hug" or at least an attempt at one, Dak pulled up another barstool and offered his own. Taking the extra seat with a smile he waved over the bartender. Order whatever you like, it's on the "newbie", or so I was told. He joked with a wink.
With his food here, Dak took a moment to take a bite of his nerf burger, MAN it was greasy but that was the beauty of it. He was so used to "dining" and not "eating" that he needed this sort of thing right now and it was great. It was after that that he finally answered his new friend's question. Things are going well so far, settled into a bunk, met my roomates. Explored a bit.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:13:19 GMT
09-26-2016, 03:55 PM
Dirks
"Thanks, buddy," Hutch smiled after the 'bro hug', which was awkward but oh well, then the flyboy sat down on the offered bar stool.
Dirks then turned his dark head towards the bartender, who was seemingly waiting for his order on cue. "I'll take a Corellian ale with a lime please, and one of those burger baskets as well" the Rendili pointed to Dak's food before him, then returned his hazel gaze back to the new pilot.
"Well that's good… My first time looking around the base here, I got lost and found myself checking out the female showers. By accident of course," the known playboy winked, then added. "Gods that was one hell of a way to start my tour with the Starfighter Corps. If you ever want to sim, just let me know. I need to catch up on my hours to be honest. Be ground side back home hasn't done my stats any good," he said, then gave a nod of thanks to the barkeep as his cold one was dropped off.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:13:53 GMT
09-28-2016, 07:36 PM
Dak
Yeah! That would be great! Anytime! The thought of getting into a sim quickly was a exciting, and while he wasn't adverse to getting into the classroom, flying was so much fun. Taking a bite of a couple of fries as he chuckled at the 2, 3, 5, 12 shots that were bought for him by 7 different tables. Several of them were alcohol so he left them aside, the manager extolled his request to not only the server but the new bartender and soon those shots were replaced so that he could down each of them with each table. They were "enjoying themselves", he was enjoying being around people in a way that he could just be a person.
Sitting back down he smiled, a little apologetic. Sorry about that, old habits die hard.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:14:34 GMT
09-29-2016, 12:17 PM
Fang
OOC: Hope you don't mind me dropping in.
IC: Fang had just finished his recruitment with the very Colonel Milst Hisan. That man was a legend and even talking with him he could see why so many eagerly had followed him into combat. The man was an inspiration and someone he would do his best to be like...both him and his own mentor Ronin. Those two were in a league of their own and that was saying a lot with the likes of General Ivey, General Redeker, and High General Kote all in the New Republic. He was so excited about everything he had skipped going to his army issued quarters and headed right to the cantina where soldiers and pilots all hung out. He was eager to meet as many of his new comrades in arms as possible. He was no longer a Spook after all, he was now a Spectre.
Upon arriving he noticed two men already celebrating something of their own and he was rather curious but from his training could tell they were both navy but he didn't wish to intrude so he headed to the bar and took a seat where he could hear them at their table while remaining somewhat hidden. "Give me a shot of Riedrak's special, he will be fine with me having a shot or two." he said as he wished Ronin had returned already.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:15:14 GMT
10-01-2016, 10:33 AM
Dirks
Dirks just chuckled at all the attention the celebrity singer was getting. Fans of the 'Golden Voice' were buying him drinks left and right. That was nice… but the flyboy was waiting for the bras and panties with comm numbers to come, then he'd be impressed. At least that's how it worked in the old days… The Rendili had been off the market for way too long, and well it was time to get back into the game.
"Oh boy that petite blonde over there has matrimonial eyes on you… Best be managing expectations with that one, buddy," Hutch smirked knocking his elbow against the cadet's arm, then took a long swig of his ale. That is when a dark-skinned fella walked up to the bar and ordered a Riedrak Special. He watched the barkeep grab a unmarked bottle from behind the counter and poured a glass for the man.
"Special brew, huh… Nice! I'm Hutch by the way," he smiled, offering his free hand o Fang for a greeting shake. "And… this is Goldenboy," he motioned with his drink hand to Dak on the other side of him. Ha… a possible callsign was just thrown out there!
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:16:41 GMT
10-01-2016, 07:37 PM
Dak
Oh he noticed the girl giving him "eyes" right then and there, she was cute and all, VERY cute but he wasn't going there. Haha! No worries there. Been there done that, in court for custody of the t-shirt. He didn't like talking bad about his past, or talking about it at all but it was good to be social and being out with friends, people to just hang out and laugh with, and not worry that they might be more fiscally interested than personally. Another bitMANTHISBURGERISGREASYBUTGOOOOOOOD. The guy who just came in tha, wait, what did Hutch just call him?
"Goldenboy"... hmmm Was that going to be his callsign? He knew that it was assigned by other pilots but he hoped for something daring like "SUN FLYER!" or "LIGHTNING CRUSHER!" but "Goldenboy" could work... it was a play off of the monicker his fans gave him so long ago. The guy though... he looks familiar.
Fang! Hey roomie! Yep, he had to be the missing roomate that the others were talking about. The name "Fang", he thought that the guy would be some grumpy Cathar or something but this was just as cool.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:19:25 GMT
10-01-2016, 08:24 PM
Fang
Fang turned and looked at the man that introduced himself. Looking the man up and down he was curious if he had met him before or ever had to look him up in the database. "Pleasure to meet you Hutch, I am Fang." the former Spook turned Spectre said shaking the mans hand happily. "You look like a pilot." he said as he heard his name called out and smiled seeing his roommate. "Hey Goldenboy!" he yelled back with a snicker as he turned to the bartender. "Can I get a pair more? I will tell Ronin when I see him next." he said as the bartender placed two more glasses on the bar. "Thanks." he replied before turning to the others.
Looking over Hutch once more for a moment "Good to see you Dak, love the call sign." he said smiling as he offered them both a glass. "Actual name is Fenrir Thrul but everyone has called me Fang since I was little." he said remembering how Ronin had given him his name and everyone else called the poor kid Fang instead. "So what brings you guys all out tonight?" he then asked rather curious.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:20:02 GMT
10-16-2016, 10:40 AM
Dirks
"Same here, Fang. Dirks Hutchinson, at your service," the dark-haired Rendili replied as they shook hands in greeting. The fella sure had a strong grip.
"Well Goldenboy here," Hutch chuckled, throwing a thumb over his shoulder. "just got his wings with the Republic… You know the drill. Drinks on him!" Hutch grinned with a wink, then tipped back his ale bottle and finished off the amber liquid in one big swig.
"So you being one of Dak's roommates, what's your calling?"
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:20:36 GMT
10-19-2016, 02:55 AM
Arianna Talien
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Arianna sighed as she stepped into the Mirror's Edge and let her eyes adjust. She had chosen to come here straight from the hangers. She wasn't that dirty or offensive, thank the gods, but she was definitely not at her best. Hair had escaped the ponytail to wisp around her face in loose tendrils. She was wearing denims and a tank top with a leather jacket hanging on her shoulder, too warm to put it on. Green blue eyes scanned the room to see who was out and about.
She smiled and waved to a couple folks who hailed her and waved off the invite to join them. She wasn't in the mood to titter about clothes, holovids and the local new fly boys. Meeting pilots was one thing, hearing about them through the squealing voices of the Senate Interns who hung out here to oogle them was something completely different. Ari's arena wasn't the clothing boutiques and makeup stands the ladies frequented. Her favorite scent was fuel and hydraulic fluid, and her favorite clothes had grease stains on them. She was more comfortable on her back with a spano, under an Xwing than in a dress. The Republic Ball a few years ago had been the last time she had donned a skirt.
Moving to the bar, couple seats down from some pilots talking about sims and one of them being newbies, she settled on a stool and hailed the tender. “Corellian Ale, hun.”
“Already cold. Good to see you, Tink. How did that Xwing mod come out that you talked of last week?” He set the drink before her and when he nodded towards the kitchen, her nod and smile was all he needed to key in her USUAL order of a large steak burger and fries. “Did you figure out how to fix that heat problem?”
“Actually I did. Figured out that a bit of the heat wrap and an extra layer of shielding between the walls and it fixed her just right. Can get an extra burst of speed when ya need it without worrying about the heat becoming too much for the frame.” She laughed and sipped her ale as his appreciative smile boosted her day. She had been proud of that fix. Sometimes the need to put on just that bit of speed could make the difference in a firefight, or even in a quick get away.
"Now you can get back to that fuel thing you are working on." The tender laughed and went off to help another customer that hailed him. The jab was a long standing one and earned him a wrinkled face as she stuck her tongue out at him like a petulant child. "Anytime, Tink..." He laughed and walked off.
She knew pilots could tear the birds up something fierce. It was her job to make sure they came back in one piece to fly again another day. Leaning on the counter, her jacket over the back of her chair, she sipped her ale, relaxed and watched the crowd as she waited for her food.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:21:20 GMT
10-19-2016, 09:28 AM
Dak
The offer of the glass was expected and he didn't wave it off, however the girl sitting not too far away gave him an idea. Dak had the hearing of an Akk dog and picked up that she was a mechanic so maybe she deserved a good drink. I'll toast to that, but I'll stick to my Iced Tea and whatever. Pulling out a recovery chip he explained in further detail. Recovering alcoholic.
Then offering the girl the glass. Come on, sit with us. We're about to toast. Not really waiting for her, he took another bite of his own burger, it was greasy but he was getting used to it. Of course as Hutch was explaining the drill about the new guy paying the bill, one of the more boisterous SpecForce operatives got on a chair and yelled out to the room.
"Hey! Newbie is paying the bill! Drink up!"
Facepalming, all Dak could do was let out a hearty laugh.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:21:55 GMT
10-20-2016, 12:35 PM
Dirks
Hazel eyes dropped to the recovery chip Dak had pulled out to show them, then back up to the guy's face. "You know it takes a lot of courage to admit that you are a recovering alcoholic especially around a group of partiers like us. Good for you, man… " Hutch slapped the fellow pilot on the back offering his support. "So how many days and counting, hmm?" he asked with an encouraging wink.
In a way, one could say that Dirks was a recovering womanizer, but after doing everything by the book for his previous love, he'd gotten burned big time. He hoped it worked out better for Dak with his alcohol problem.
Another round of drinks came and Hutchinson waved on over the female mechanic as Hobson verbally invited the woman over to their table they had moved to from standing at the bar. The Rendili kicked out a chair with his booted foot. "Tinks, right? I'm Hutch... and these are my buddies, Goldenboy and Fang. How's it going tonight?" he asked, tipping his new ale back and giving her a friendly eyeing over.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:22:29 GMT
10-21-2016, 02:50 AM
Arianna
Tink glanced at the bartender as the guys invited her to join them. The slight nod from him let her know they were all right and she grabbed her drink and walked to the table they had aquired. “Yes, Tink. Name's Arianna, but last CO gave me the name of Tink since I'm always tinkering around the birds. And my tools are always making noise.” She laughed and took a seat next to Fang as Hutch introduced them all. “Pleasure. So guessing you all are pilots.” She made it a statement not a question. Pilots had a different air about them than soldiers do. It was nice to see pilots frequenting the cantina again.
The brunette gazed at the man they called Fang and smiled. “You are awful quiet. Something tells me you are the one to look out for, eh?” She raised an eyebrow teasing and glanced to the others. “Have to be careful of the quiet ones. They can be killer in combat and deadly in the bar.” She took a sip of her ale looking at Fang teasingly over the rim of her cup as she grinned.
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Post by Admin on Feb 23, 2018 10:23:02 GMT
10-31-2016, 01:50 PM
Fang
Fang turned and listened to the friendly exchange as the the pilots spoke with the woman. "Pleasure to meet you Tink." he said as he studied the woman for a moment, his old Intel habits still were rather hard and difficult to drop after doing them for several years. "I am actually a NRA now, formerly NRI under Major Turop." he corrected politely as he wished he was among the pilot ranks at times but he was always happy to be on the ground where he could help a great deal more.
Fang turned to his roommate and studied the chip with a smile. "Well Goldenboy at least I know you wont be throwing any late night drinking parties but try keep all the fans a little quiet at night. Some of us will need our rest." he said with a smirk and a wink. He knew the mans fame and could only imagine how many women would be fawning over the new pilot....especially if he truly was going to be a Rogue. They were the rockstars of the NRN and their reputation was well deserved as well as earned.
"Aye, we silent ones you always gotta watch out Tink, but always know we have your pack even when you don't know it." he said with a smile as he finished his whiskey as the server returned with a glass of water for him. "I think I best take my roommates lead though and stay sober tonight." remembering the last time he had drank heavily, he ended up fighting his way out of a hornets nest of angry merc and thugs.
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