Tags: [Member=Andrai Willows]
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It was a cold day on Ord Pardron, there was a mist outside. The bar was mostly empty, only a couple people, about five. The bar was warm, but it was a small name. The beer was good and warm, cheap too. Perfect combination, especially when your pay hadn't been flowing for a couple months. Because you were listed as on a holiday, when in reality, you were trapped in a crazy facility by crazy women. He considered himself lucky. He didn't know why he'd decided to spend his time off with a military Field Marshal and a Viceroy. But then again, Taramaz supposed that he had to build some sort of reputation. And he hadn't seen Caranekka in a while.
Plus it was a free five star hotel, a couple hundred spending credits. A wardrobe of clothes, free refuelling. It was a good deal. Yet he'd come in a bad season, the weather was cooler, foggier, icier. He spent most of his time in bars, spending credits on beer, rum and food. He had his major meals like Breakfast and Lunch with the Field Marshal, went a few places with him too. It was an alright living. Not the best, kinda boring. He often went to call somebody, but realised he knew very few people. And the ones he did know were hardly friends, more or less business contacts, co-workers, or his squad. Those members of his squad who were ex-Knights Obsidian had taken time off too, seeing as they had nothing else to do. The current Knight's Obsidian in his squad hadn't taken time off. Too busy, too patriotic. He liked the Confederacy, and his job, they were good. There wasn't really a better feeling than walking through a city, and people coming up and thanking you for your service. You end one rebellion once and everybody knows and loves you.
The rebels were simple, most of them weren't trained. They were no match for him. The leader had escaped though, and that was a nagging feeling, tugging at his mind. He wanted to finish the job, it started as his job, then it turned into a favour. He'd only needed to kill off a few, weaken the forces. Then he'd started killing them for fun, then, before he knew it, he'd been fighting an entire army all at once.
Back to the bar, it was pretty boring, nice song playing, toilet to one side. He stared at it, only then did he realise how much he'd drank, and how much he needed to piss. He kept staring at it.
Theme: https://open.spotify.com/track/3kpYJjvM8Ja6btr5hEJLWc
It was a cold day on Ord Pardron, there was a mist outside. The bar was mostly empty, only a couple people, about five. The bar was warm, but it was a small name. The beer was good and warm, cheap too. Perfect combination, especially when your pay hadn't been flowing for a couple months. Because you were listed as on a holiday, when in reality, you were trapped in a crazy facility by crazy women. He considered himself lucky. He didn't know why he'd decided to spend his time off with a military Field Marshal and a Viceroy. But then again, Taramaz supposed that he had to build some sort of reputation. And he hadn't seen Caranekka in a while.
Plus it was a free five star hotel, a couple hundred spending credits. A wardrobe of clothes, free refuelling. It was a good deal. Yet he'd come in a bad season, the weather was cooler, foggier, icier. He spent most of his time in bars, spending credits on beer, rum and food. He had his major meals like Breakfast and Lunch with the Field Marshal, went a few places with him too. It was an alright living. Not the best, kinda boring. He often went to call somebody, but realised he knew very few people. And the ones he did know were hardly friends, more or less business contacts, co-workers, or his squad. Those members of his squad who were ex-Knights Obsidian had taken time off too, seeing as they had nothing else to do. The current Knight's Obsidian in his squad hadn't taken time off. Too busy, too patriotic. He liked the Confederacy, and his job, they were good. There wasn't really a better feeling than walking through a city, and people coming up and thanking you for your service. You end one rebellion once and everybody knows and loves you.
The rebels were simple, most of them weren't trained. They were no match for him. The leader had escaped though, and that was a nagging feeling, tugging at his mind. He wanted to finish the job, it started as his job, then it turned into a favour. He'd only needed to kill off a few, weaken the forces. Then he'd started killing them for fun, then, before he knew it, he'd been fighting an entire army all at once.
Back to the bar, it was pretty boring, nice song playing, toilet to one side. He stared at it, only then did he realise how much he'd drank, and how much he needed to piss. He kept staring at it.
