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This don't look like Mar Sara [Open]

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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It was rare that she ever settled herself down long enough for a drink. The Guild wasn't hunting her here though, but it was difficult for her to lower her guard so much. Eyeing him thoughtfully, she huffed lightly before silently slipping by and into the building. She'd grown used to the technologies and building designs of this world. Walking like someone who owned the room, the gunner approached the bar.

There weren't many people in there, just a few scattered around quietly drinking by themselves. Much like the city itself, it seemed to be an area for those who were lost. She gracefully slipped onto the bar stool. There was no need for a gesture to gain attention. The fact that there was a woman there was enough, but given the one who followed in afterwards, it was easily gained.

"An ale," she told the man behind the bar.

Jim followed the woman in, his armor making more than enough of a spectacle for the both of him as he walked up to the bar and peered over the stools for a moment. Putting two together he lightly sat down and let out a breath.

"Barkeep, whiskey if you got it. If not, whatever you use to forget that rain."

She didn't seem to be bothered by his armour, or his large size as he came to sit near. Whiskey was unknown to her, but she could guess that its strength was far more than the ale that most drank in her world.

Her drink arrived first, the foam of it crawling over the edge of the thick glass. "Mmm drinking with an unknown man in a suit of armour. I haven't done that for a few weeks, " Elza murmured before reaching out for her drink to take it in hand. Raising it up in his direction, she smiled at the mysterious man beside her. "So, tell me abotu yourself."

"Me? Just a farmboy that has half of his home quadrant gunnin for him. Course I guess you ain't from those parts or Earth. Either that or your some sort of local ghost."

Just a farm boy? In her mind, that was one fancy piece of armour. Although finding out that he had people gunning for him was something that she could understand. "Mmm you must have done something rather naughty in order to get so many people after you," she murmured with a smile on her lips.

Raising her large glass, she took a dainty sip of the amber liquid. "You'd be guessing correctly right with that." But whether she was referring to the local ghost or not being from these parts, she'd let him take his pick.

"May have borrowed the flagship of a certain corrupt local government and incited a few open rebellions. Nothing that matters here though."

"Borrowed a flagship, huh? Mmm it seems to be a theme," Elza said. There was a look of amusement in her eyes as she took a sip of her ale. While her idea of a ship was one that floated in the water, for thoughts of space was almost never in the minds of those within her realm. "Sounds like busy work."

"Sometimes. Sometimes not. A lot of busywork trying to keep things funded at least."

"So you're at war then?" The question was more of a statement than anything else. Judging by what the man spoke of, it was the logical conclusion.

"If you call one small band lashin out against a empire a war sure."

He shrugs at that and takes a long pull from his drink.

There was a shrug in return while she muttered, "I've seen it done many times." That was, after all, how the Dunan war started, and the rebellion against the Scarletmoon Empire.

Jim raises his glass at that.

"Then here's to those poor bastards. Hopefully they lived in far less interesting times than this."

A glance over towards his gesture had her returning it with the raising of her own. "You're a man of hope then?"

"Man's gotta have hope, if he don't he's worse than beat."

"Heh, I had hope once. Guess that means that I'm 'worse than beat' as well then?" Elza said with a small quirk of her lips before glancing at him. "Or does that only involve men in your world?"

"I dunno. But I've seen hope cause people to do a lot of things that normally they wouldn't. Seen a lot of people try to crush it too. That's the big thing about the Dominion, push the people till they break then push just a bit more. Maybe you just need to find that hope again."

"The Dominion are the ones who pushed you just that little bit too much?" She found herself asked. As for her hope, that was something Elza would never regain. She knew that, and had accepted it.

"Something like that. Killed a lot of innocent people and made a monster just to take power."

He scowls at that and takes a long pull from his drink.

"Hmm sounds like it would be enough to push anyone into such a thing," she mentioned. The scowled wasn't missed, and neither was the long moment from his drink. "Yet each attempts have only strengthened your resolve."

"Can't say that. Spent a lot of time lost what with all the aliens shootin at each other and us and finally Earth screwin everything up. But now we were pushin pretty hard at them. Got some of the things they did put in the public eye and busted open their big prison. Was about to charge their flag ship before I ended up here."

She regarded him quietly as he spoke. There had been many rebellions throughout the various lands and kingdoms she'd hidden within, but Elza had never taken part of it. Her own mission had been far more important, and she had never once swayed on that mission until she had heard the truth in Radat Town.

"Mmm sounds as though you've been busy then. Think the boys can handle it while you're away? Or is it a case that you preferred that they didnt?"

"It takes more than just one man to make a cause. I trust them to deal with it, just wish I was there. Something about wringing his neck on my own sounds mighty appealing to me."

"Sometimes you find that the battle you wish to fight is the one that you cannot." It was something she had learnt the hard way, after all.

"Or the battle you gotta fight is the one you don't wanna. Yeah, I've seen that too. Seen it a lot of times."

It seemed as though they were on a similar page in that way. Perhaps the battle he didn't want to speak of was the one she had been fighting, since she hadn't ever wanted to.

"Heh," she sounded, but keep quiet as she brought her drink up to take another sip.

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