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Freedom's Last Stand Bar.
By: Dillon Hayes Date: November 26, 2011, 2:01 am
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The shining lights of the bar were almost drowned out by the
lights of the city around it, the grimy sidewalks and dirtier
streets showed the place for what it was, a dive. One of the few
bars in the city that was now dying, the only thing keeping the
city alive were the soldiers and mercenaries that were stationed
on the planet. The owner, and barkeeper was a former sailor, a
Captain that had earned quite a bit of fame in his short career,
career that was only short after his heavy assault frigate, the
Freedom's Last Stand, was destroyed and he nearly lost his life,
along with one of his arms, and a leg. The Freedom's Last Stand
bar, was Captain Matthew Lucian's last command, as he put it, he
welcomed anyone that served in the Coalition of Independent
Planets, be they Coalition soldiers, or mercenaries hired to
help defend ground side facilities and space stations.
The inside of the bar was well lit and clean, on the walls were
pictures of units stationed all over the galaxy, pictures of
ships through out the ages and many certificates and
commendations that had been presented to both Captain Lucian,
and the Crew of the Freedom's Last Stand. The crown piece of the
bar was the enter left hand wall that was covered in a picture
of the Last Stand and her crew, while it was still in the dry
dock. The massive frigate dwarfed the crew of nearly 20,000 men.
Matthew Lucian worked the bar with two other that had served
under him during their military career. Lucian himself was an
stubborn old man whose left arm was a cybernetic replacement and
from his right knee down had a cybernetic replacement. Lucian
didn't care if the men wore their gear into the bar, but they
had to leave their weaons in the lock boxes in the entryway
before he would serve them any alcohol.
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Re: Freedom's Last Stand Bar.
By: Dillon Hayes Date: November 26, 2011, 2:40 am
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Dillon stepped through the doorway and off of the dirty
sidewalk, spotting an empty lock box, he pulled the sidearm out
he was carrying he set it in the box and closed the lid and
removed the key card that was needed to unlock it. Walking into
the bar itself he brushed past several other patrons and made
his way to the bar, "Captain." He stated out of courtesy as he
pulled a stool out and sat on it, "Ah, Mr. Hayes. How is Black
Hand treating you?" Lucian asked. Shrugging as he waited for the
caramel liqueur to arrive that Lucian knew he was partial to,
"The war is keeping us busy that is for sure,those damned
Thratian's are trying to blast through the Naval defenses on
several planets, those ship jockey's up space side know what
they are doing though. The Thratian navy doesn't stand a chance,
ground side is another matter though. Their infantry fight like
animals with pulse rifles. I've never seen anything like it,
Coalition forces can hold their own against them, it costs them
though, heavily. I just returned from a deployment protecting a
medical facility on one of the outer colony planets. WE held for
nearly two weeks, then C&C called a planetary evac. A colony of
over two hundred thousand was evacuated inside of four hours. I
hope we got everyone out of there. That place looked more like
hell in the end rather than a lush agricolony." Nodding Lucian
patted him on the shoulder and shrugged, "Ours is not to reason
why." Dillon sighed and finished the age old saying, ".. Ours is
but to do and die." With that Lucian walked away leaving Dillon
to his own devices.
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