This don't look like Mar Sara [Open]

[goinbust]

Date and Time: The 18th after 5pm
Location: Area around the housing units
Characters: Jim Raynor and anyone who notices him
Summary: Jim has just arrived and needs a place to remove his marine armor and a drink. The second probably more than the first.
Warnings: Someone needs a drink.

By the time Jim was briefed on what was going on he was irritated. Pulled right before storming Mengsk's damn ship for this was frustrating. Sure it was for a good cause but the timing sucked. After all of that he needed a drink, damn shame it didn't look like there was a bar around.

There was an apartment building he had a room saved for him, and probably going right there and taking off the damn tactical marine armor would have been a good move, but this was Egon's territory and he wasn't there to be harmless and overwhelmed and use small words Jim could understand.

"Damn, Earth of all places and I can't find a decent place to get drunk."

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[raisedbybirds]

After what happened just a few days prior to Jim's arrival, Samus had little reason to take her suit off as she made her usual rounds around the Hold and the housing units. Her heavy boots made swift and purposeful strides, eyes sharp and vigilant for anything (or anyone) new or out of place. A zombie infestation would put anyone on edge, and would definitely warrant a drink.

If it wasn't the Jim's armor then it was his mention of alcohol that pinged her interest.

"There's a list." In her time, Samus found other individuals clad in hulking suits of armor were a bit of a rarity and subsequently stuck out like big, shiny, metal thumbs here. She knew this personally with her bright orange armor with a bright green visor that masked her face and muffled her voice to questionable androgyny... never mind the cannon replacing her left arm.

"Somewhere on the network in the tablet, there's a list of taverns."

Not necessarily a good list in her opinion, but a list none-the-less.

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Jim turned to look at the red and yellow armored figure. The armor wasn't familiar but who knows what sort of tech they had on Earth proper in the defense forces instead of what they sent out to his part of space.

"Ah great a list. None of the best places are on a list. Oh sure I'm sure the listed places don't water down the hooch and play fancy music but gettin drunk. You do that in a place that half the place is ready to get into a good natured tussel just to keep from gettin bored."

[raisedbybirds]

It's rare that someone can make such an impression on Samus in just a few sentences, and Jim had quite possibly done just that. What a guy.

"That's why you don't get involved and keep a running bet on the winner of said tussels." Then again sometimes a bar fight could be fun. But most of the time it wasn't. Especially not in space and when half the patrons weren't even human.

She slowly started to circle Jim, inspecting his armor, his emblem, and the scuffs and marks on it. It was very obvious she found it interesting.

"If I bet on you would I be disappointed?"

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Jim peers at the other figure sizing him up. He was used to that from his days in the military so it didn't seem to bother him too much, but he didn't drop his guard just in case.

"Won my share, lost my share too. Usually depends on if I can stand up or took a bullet recently. Won the last one though. Wonder if he ever fixed my damn jukebox. Prolly doesn't matter here."

[raisedbybirds]

Honest guy. Good quality. She put a hand on her hip, looking a little less overbearing.

A jukebox really? How primitive...

"Sounds like a story and a half."

[goinbust]

"Eh, drunken marine in his armor got uppity, sure you've seen similar things to that."

He shrugs a bit and nods.

[raisedbybirds]

"Unfortunately all too often. Galactic Federation Marines can be as unruly as any other with a little alcohol in their system and a jab at their pride."

[goinbust]

"Ex-confederate marines are even worse. Generally the alcohol is enough given how most of them are crooks to begin with."

[raisedbybirds]

Confederate... it was already blatantly obvious this guy was from space but he used unfamiliar terminology to her. Federation and Confederate weren't often use as synonyms, at least not where she was from.

"If you don't mind me asking, what sectors do you hail from?"

Seedy sectors, it sounded like at any rate.

Sorry for the delay my access died for a bit.

[goinbust]

"Mar Sara is from the Sara sector. Its the planet there no one remembered till after the protoss bombed it out on the fringe of Confederate space. I don't know the Earther designation of the sectors though, never got to look at their maps."

no prob, I can be a little slow myself

[raisedbybirds]

There was a soft rumble in the back of her throat.

"I hope these Protoss has a good reason to do other that than to calm down some unruly drunks."

[goinbust]

"Well, you ask them they had a good reason. I'm not rightly sure I can argue against it either since it got so infested with Zerg we had to abandon her. I guess twice now."

[raisedbybirds]

Infestation keenly makes her think of...

"...a parasitic specie?"

[goinbust]

"Something like that. They use other creatures' DNA to make themselves stronger."

[raisedbybirds]

"I've encountered something like that before. It was called simply the 'X' but they were dangerous--they rapidly reproduced within their host creature, then used their DNA to mimic it."

She could only hope the creature he was referring to wasn't one and the same. It was a pain purging the universe of the X, and it would be nothing short of infuriating to learn that wasn't the case.

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"The Zerg more eat their hosts and use the DNA in the next generation. There are viruses they made to make things join their damn swarm, but most of the time it just turns the infected into mindless exploding monsters. Though there have been a time or two where it did something much much worse."

[raisedbybirds]

Something much much worse than that? Now you've gone and made a lady curious, Jimmy.

"Go on."

[goinbust]

Jim frowns and shakes his head a bit.

"They took a nice girl. She was a ghost sure, but was a good person and turned her into this monster that killed over 8 billion people. Been quiet for a few years since the big mess that brought the Dominion to be and the Protoss think she may be hibernatin or something, but given our history, I'm hopin to get the chance to deal with her personally."

[raisedbybirds]

Samus fell silent for a few moments as she processed that. It was one thing to suffer causality and fatality--it was arguably far worse to suffer corruption and madness. Death was a mercy, she knew this first hand.

Words of condolence and comfort were not her forte but she offered them as she could to Jim.

"Given how history works around here... maybe that'll be a possibility."

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"Maybe, but that'd mean the swarm was showin up and that's a lot of death. Honestly I'm just hopin to get what they need done here and maybe one of the eggheads can rig me up with something to deal with it back home that's a bit easier than shootin through a planet of monsters."