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."

Comments

time to crash this intro log

[isprepared]

"Earth?"

Did that helmet just speak to him? Maiev made it a habit of sitting completely still when she had little else to do and this place hardly had enough going on to occupy her. Not much for the housing units, she had only returned to gather supplies to venture back out into the wild.

When she encountered a person in strange armor however? Well, that took precedent over anything else.

"It would not be a challenge to find a drink in this place if that is what you seek."

[marked_for_death]

The hood of her cloak obscured her features as she stood quietly observing the odd construct. It was unlike any piece of armour she'd seen before. It seemed that every day here in this world was filled with surprises. Watching from the shadows, the gunner wondered just what type of world this Transport had been pulled from.

She didn't say anything, but remailed quietly watching as the large suit of armour spoke.

[priad]

Did someone mention a tactical marine?

Because Priad totally is one. And he rumbles as he walks up tot he man in unfamiliar war plate.

"Are you a Space Wolf?"

[goinbust]

The face plate to the armor cycles open and Jim looks at the newcomer.

"Yeah, jewel of the galaxy or some nonsense like that. Few years back they went pokin around my part of space and royally screwed things up."

Letting out a sigh he shakes his head a bit.

"Whiskey, something. Was right about to nail that monster before I ended up sucked here, so I'd be right obliged to you if you could show me a place to knock a few back and come up with a plan."

[goinbust]

Still scanning the area the helmet plastron opens and the man inside sighs a bit.

"At least this place ain't like I was afraid Earth'd be."

[goinbust]

"The hell is a Space Wolf? Some sorta mercenary band? Haven't heard of those guys, they related to the War Pigs?"

[priad]

"I should hope they haven't fallen so low as to become mercenaries, that would mean they are renegades and traitors, and I would be saddened to hear that the proud Sons of Russ had fallen so low."

He walks up to Jim, and realizes.... well, isn't he a little small for a space marine?

[goinbust]

"Hey, renegades and traitors are pretty damn situational. One man's renegade is another's liberator. Damn... I'm too sober to be dealin with this philosophical crap."

[priad]

Priad gives him a cold look, "You aren't from the Imperium of Man, I suspect, or you'd rethink those words."

Or be slain outright, most likely. Priad does look around however, "I'll try to pull up information on the local places to drink for you, however. I never bothered to look myself, as I am incapable of getting drunk."

[goinbust]

"Never heard of them, only empire I know is Mengsk's damn dominion, and that ain't something anyone with a conscience would want to be a part of if they knew what it was built on."

[priad]

"The name Mengsk is unfamiliar to me. What is it built on?"

[goinbust]

"What do you think of a guy that unleashes a horde of alien monsters on a planet just to take control, or leaves behind a good woman who gets turned into some mass murdering monster by those aliens!? Those are the values the Dominon was built on. Was just about to deal with that monster before I got sucked here too. But that's the only empire I know."

[marked_for_death]

Elza remained quiet while she watched the man. Oh she could hear him speaking, which gave enough of an indication that it was at least a human within, but the skull on the helm caused her curiosity to rise. Keeping her hood up, she peered over at the armoured man while placing the back of her hand against her unholstered hip.

"I've never seen a knight wear such heavy armour before," she murmured with a glance in his direction.

[goinbust]

Jimmy peered down at the woman, then the plastron opened revealing his face.

"Never been called a knight before, so that may have somethin' ta do with it."

[marked_for_death]

It was interesting to watch as the face protector raise without any aid from the man inside. Obviously wherever this man came from, it wasn't from a time with a lack of technology.

"You're wearing armour," she pointed out while glancing up towards his now-revealed face. "I suppose you could be a mercenary though. Most men who wear armour in my realm fight in one form or another."

[goinbust]

"I've done mercenary work in the past, pays the bills, but yeah, I've seen my share of battlefields. Was gettin ready to deal with one of those before they yanked me here and decided a drink was more important than not wearin this tin can."

[marked_for_death]

"It seems that many have found themselves in such a situation," she offered with a teasing smile on her lips. The gunner didn't mean the alcohol, although she knew well that there were quite a few from her world who'd drown themselves in such, but from those she'd come across, there appeared to be quite a few pulled from an important matter in their lives.

[goinbust]

"Then that'd mean there's gotta be a bar around these parts then. Maybe after a drink or six I can start workin on a plan."

[marked_for_death]

"There are a few tavens," she offered before turning to head down the street, her cloak billowing behind her. "Follow."

[goinbust]

Following a mysterious lady into a bar, nope, this could never be a bad idea. Still, the prospect of booze seemed better than the prospect of no booze.

"Yeah sure."

[marked_for_death]

She said nothing further as she began to walk down the street. The sound of the gears working within the joints could be heard while she travelled. The gunner moved silently, unnaturally so, but it was difficult to hear over the sound of the man's engine.

Time rolled by as she moved down the street before the flickering lights of one of the tavens came into sight. Her boots came to a stop a few metres from the entrance. With a gesture towards the entrance, she finally turned her cool green gaze back over to his armoured form. "Here."

[goinbust]

Looking at the place then back to the woman Jim shrugged.

"What sort of a place is it? Ah who cares, as long as it ain't a tomb."

With that he started into the place.

[priad]

"I would slay him myself."

Because using xenos in such a way is anathema, mostly.

[goinbust]

"Yeah, was workin on that. Was just about to board the bastard's flagship and deal with it all diplomatic like."

Jim glances down at the pistol strapped to his hip at that.

[priad]

"Are you sure you're not a space wolf?"