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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 31, 2011 18:26:36 GMT -6
One of the premiere night clubs on earth with 90% of it underground literally filled with the most elegant look provided on Earth but started by Tauronian who gets some "special funding".
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Aug 31, 2011 18:55:56 GMT -6
Buttoning up his shirt as he handed the car over to the valet along with picking up his long overcoat and hat; paying a small tip to the bouncer before slipping inside. Walking past the usual guys mostly the gun runners who were ready to meet their clients and the druggies who were waiting for a score. Slipping past them, he slipped into the VIP lounge as he set his pistol down at the door before heading to his usual table and sitting back before ordering his usual glass of Caprician scotch.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 1, 2011 3:21:39 GMT -6
Sitting back with his glass in hand, Michael took a sip as the DJ changed up the song going from a Tauron beat to a new Aquaris beat instantly. Taking off his hat, he set it down on the bench as he peered over the women as they started to rock to the new beat while he sat in the back almost hidden.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Sept 3, 2011 19:22:45 GMT -6
Watching everyone dance to the beat, Michael peered over at a gentleman who seemed to be having a bad dealing with a pair of Tauron gentlemen; already knowing its a deal going bad. Shedding his jacket to pull out his broken down silenced pistol, he began building it before sliding it back in the jacket just as he got up once more. Setting his hat down on the table with his jacket, he slid his pistol into the back of his pants before buttoning up his shirt a bit and approaching them; "Sir, I believed you paged me."
Looking over at the lone gentleman, he nodded as he got up but noticed the Tauron gentlemen getting up as well; pulling his pistol out as he turned to them, "I suggest you sit tight otherwise there could be an accident."
Picking up their pistols as he handed them over to one of the passing waiters to take to the bar, walking over with the gentleman to his own table; "Take it your having troubles with the Ha La Tha?"
Sitting down, the man peered over at him as he spoke softly to him trying to remember the past and how he got to this situation; "I used to run a rival mob on Terra till the Ha La Tha came in and took my territory since then I've had to pay a little to the godfather but I have no more to pay and they're threatening my family."
Setting the pistol down on the table, Michael slipped on his overcoat as he set down a few cubits to pay for his drinks so far; "How long can you hang low cause I can help you out but if you get killed in the process then it would be no good to me."
Thinking over it as he noticed him slipped on his hat, spotting the nod to the bartender telling him that the Ha La Tha was going to lose a few people today; "A week maybe two but how do you plan on giving my break?"
Picking up his other pistol, Michael slipped on his hat before getting up; "I'll work on that you just get going."
Spotting the man walking away, the two men from the Ha La Tha got up but noticed Michael walking towards them with pistols drawn; being too slow to react Michael shot them both before heading out himself. Holstering them. he set a little more on the bar to get it cleaned up before heading out of the club; pulling out his keys as he stepped into his car. Putting up his hard top roof, he set his pistols down before flipping on the digital map knowing that he would have to head into the city to do some work on the Ha La Tha and work on where to hit them hard to get their attention before going after the godfather.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2011 9:32:02 GMT -6
After landing, Alex enjoyed the drive to the only spot that most have reported his mystery man being at as he stepped out of the car. Having his pair of undercover Marines move forward, he slipped into the club and to the back as he sat down to order a cooling drink. Laying out the folder, it had Michael Thrax's original military picture on it with everything up to this point; reading up on his target candidate.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 6, 2011 16:26:37 GMT -6
Driving into the small garage, he parked the car next to a pair of black humvees before flipping the engine off as he walked over to the other side of the car to open the door for her. Holding onto a hundred for the bouncer but not for anything covert but security for his car along with letting him pass with his pistols. Looking her over before peering over at the club, "New Light Club...other words a fresh start for a Tauron who has no home."
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Jake
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What the hell is goin on?
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Post by Jake on Oct 6, 2011 19:34:16 GMT -6
I park my car in the lot and lock it up then straighten my jacket and saunter into the Club. I am thirsty and wouldn't mind meetin me a hot woman, at least for the night. I laugh as I throw open the door and the hot, stale, smoky air hits me like a freight train.
I look around and let my eyes adjust to the light then make my way over to the bar and sit down. I grab a handful of bar nuts and start crunchin on 'em.
"Hey Barkeep, how bout some beer over here?" I look at the people in the club and it looks like the place is gonna have some prospects tonight. As the barkeep sets down my cold mug I lift if up and swallow about 1/2 of it at once. I wipe my lips with the backa my hand and set the mug down. "thanks" I yell over the loud music as he nods to me with a grin.
I've known Bubba for quite a few years and he always takes care a me. We went to school together and kinda caused a little trouble back in the day. I laugh remembering the time we put the gym teacher's car on the front school steps. Course it took the whole damned football team to lift the damned thing but hell, it was worth a week's detention just to see his face!
I look out on the dance floor and decide to go give some girls a thrill and twirl 'em around a while. I move like a lion stalking his prey as I decide which one to spin around first.
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Post by Captain JJ Frost on Oct 6, 2011 19:48:53 GMT -6
A cab pulls up right in front of the Club and the cabbie opens the door for his passenger as he slides her his card.
*Call me when you are ready to return. My name is Edwardo* he bows as he then closes her door and takes the Cubits for the ride along with a nice tip from JJ.
*Thank you, Edwardo* JJ smiles as she tucks the card into her small purse and then walks toward the entrance of the Club. She pushes the door open and is surprised by all the smoke inside the Club, then it dawns on her that smoking inside is still allowed on Terra. *Oh well, guess I might as well get used to it* she heads into the dark bar.
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Oct 6, 2011 22:45:23 GMT -6
Driving into the small garage, he parked the car next to a pair of black humvees before flipping the engine off as he walked over to the other side of the car to open the door for her. Holding onto a hundred for the bouncer but not for anything covert but security for his car along with letting him pass with his pistols. Looking her over before peering over at the club, "New Light Club...other words a fresh start for a Tauron who has no home." The ride to the club was quick ... quicker than expected. When they arrived and parked, Sam nodded her head as he opened the door for her. She stepped out, taking a look at the club. Noticing a few others walking in, she felt a little out of place. They were dressed in short skimpy dresses, and she had on jeans and boots. The woman chuckled at the irony. But the club was impressive. And it had just what she needed ... booze, and music. She turned to look at him, hearing the music speed up inside. "A fresh start ... that sounds good." She caught something out of the corner of her eye. It looked to be a familiar face walking into the club. Sam looked around, maybe her eyes were playing tricks. She shrugged and motioned forward. "Shall we?" She asked with a smile.
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 7, 2011 8:45:07 GMT -6
Following her, he pulled out his set of large bills as he slipped it to the bouncer before walking up to get the door for her. Stepping into the club, Michael let her take lead as he took a glance around from his point; a few suits were there along with the usual crowd of mercs and dealers from guns to drugs.
Feeling the music racing through, he knew the DJ's in charge of tonight were some of the best not to mention popular on Terra. They practically owned the electric music of Terra and as far Michael saw it he didn't have a problem with that. Turning to Sam as he started over to the VIP room bar; "Be right back...I'll get some drinks."
Starting over to the bartender, he pulled out an envelope as he placed it on the bar top; "Here is for that intel on that doctor in the Hill side...that piece of intel saved my life."
Setting down a pair of glasses, he started work on Michael's usual drink along with a Tauron drink; "The Captain wanted me to tell you that your being reassigned...the Sec. of Defense is in here and wants to recruit you."
"Gods dammit," he was tired of Colonials trying to recruit him cause they can't keep their own men alive; "who else has he given this offer to?"
Smirking, he didn't have to say nothing more for Michael knew his old friend Thomas has probably accepted the offer; "Only on one term that is if he can recruit you."
Walking over to the man sitting at his table, he recognized him from the dossier he read; "Major Alexander Phoenix...didn't think I would ever see the most decorated Colonial that this fleet has."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2011 8:53:31 GMT -6
Turning his attention up to the man in front of him, he closed up the folder along with his glass of rare Picon Ale; "Gunnery Lieutenant Commander Michael Thrax, former member of Terra's first Special Forces unit, currently working as a P.I. but in fact still undercover doing the dirty work that nobody else wants to do. Sit."
Setting his hat down on the table, he watched the man sit before he continued again; "I hear Terran officers are regarded as some of the best and well the fleet needs the best. We'll be going into dangerous ground and having one talent isn't good enough but I hear you have terms."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 7, 2011 9:01:32 GMT -6
He wasn't surprised that Alex knew about him considering his classified folder was in front of him, sitting down, he knew he would fold just to hire him and well Sam has been trying; "My terms. I trust you've talked to the government and they told you that wallet might be hurting along with the people I'm going to serve with," spotting a nod afterwards, "Currently get paid 30,000 cubits for any given time I would expect the same paycheck while serving. I wear my own uniform only because I've seen Colonial Marines die in their crappy ones. I bring my own weapons and I'll modify your ammunition to serve my guns. But even more I won't salute anyone or say yes sir no sir nothing like that...other than that I will have a choice in my missions whether its in a raptor or boarding a Basestar; I hope you can accommodate my terms."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2011 9:10:56 GMT -6
Taking a deep breath, he nodded as he reached into his overcoat to set down a bag that had 60,000 cubits; "Call it a commission check...stick close to Sam...yeah I know who you were with and well she'll take you to the Atlantia but I believe Thomas will be joining us however he said it was your call."
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Post by Vice Admiral Michael Martin on Oct 7, 2011 9:15:22 GMT -6
Picking it up, the weight was dead on not to mention he could see a glimmer of them while he thought over Thomas; "Only me...2 Terrans on this Battlestar is one too many considering we do have a track record of 1 Terran can take down 5,000 men whether in a day or in a year. Clear out a cargo hold for me got quite a few weapons and well would like the open space for other reasons."
Getting up from the table, he dropped the bag into his jacket; "I'll be onboard but if you don't mind I'm neglecting someone else."
Walking away, he shook his head no to Thomas as he picked up the glasses, spotting Sam as he walked over to her; "Here you go...bartender said it was a Tauron sunrise."
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Post by Rear Admiral Samantha Martin on Oct 7, 2011 11:17:29 GMT -6
Nodding her head as Michael walked away for drinks, Sam moved over to a less crowded area. The music sped up once more and she began to move with the music, her eyes watching the flashing lights. They danced around the room like shooting stars, so beautiful. When he finally returned with drinks, she stopped and took a breath. "Thanks," Accepting the glass, the woman brought it up to her lips and took a sip.
She took another sip, it was both sweet and sour tasting somehow. Sam noticed that he seemed different from when they first arrived. He couldn't hide the look of annoyance. She knew that look all to well ... being somewhere while your mind is elsewhere. "So, you want to tell me what's bothering you," She asked, watching him. "Or am I gonna have to guess?"
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