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RearAdmiralZill:
-Saloon-

Jun'ko and Zill walk in, the smell of new furniture filling the room. Althea snapped to see who was coming in but quickly recognized Jun and calmed down. Zill just shook his head and made his way to the bar.
Zill
Galleon is looking good. Still stuck for a month in there though. Guess the flak fish will need to get her dust off.

Yiski
Ah, so many memories. Well hopefully we won't need to worry about flying much anyway for awhile. I'm tired.

As he talked, Yiski rolled a Hellfire in front of Zill. Jun'ko asked for a Sake Bomb for both her and Althea.
Althea
"You really think I'm about to drink on the job?"

Jun'ko
"Nope, I expect you to have a shot among friends. You aren't as stiff as you like to show off. Us women can't lose our charm, y'know?"

Althea turned around, looking into space before finally turning back around and grabbing the shot.
Althea
"I can't believe I'm doing this."

Zill and Yiski
"Me either."

They watch as the girls take their shots. Zill catches Jun'ko out of instinct. Althea falls onto a table, knocking it over. She collects herself and looks around.
Zill
"Good, this furniture is looking too new anyway."

Althea
"Skies above, what was THAT?!"

Zill grinned as he fanned Jun'ko back to consciousness, and Yiski just laughed.

Honeybadger:
-Saloon-

The messenger slowly comes into the saloon. He knocks on the open door to get someones attention.

Messenger
"E...Excuse me? I have a message for a Mr. Yiski?"

He slowly comes in and is very put off by the creaking of the floorboards under him.

Plasmarobo:
Plasma slides into the tavern in the wake of the messenger, just in time to see Althea pull herself off the ground. He looks at the shot-glass on the floor. Exasperated dismay plays out a little dance on his features.

Plasma
"And who says Elite's can't handle their liquor. Though, I suppose, with the Commander's stuff it's more like handling a point-blank shot to the gut."

Althea gives him a withering look, and he pulls on his collar a bit, looking sheepish.
Plasma
"Did it just get hotter in here or...? Right. But really. Is there any truth to the rumors that the still and workshop are one in the same?"

He pulls up one of the new bar chairs. Preening a bit, he indicates the new insignia.

Plasma
"I'm celebrating though! Recent promotion! I'll have the strongest- nope. Not a chance. I'll have hellfire. That's enough. But, Admiral."

He looks at Zill, glancing at Jun'ko and Althea.

Plasma
"If you get a moment, I'd like to ask you and the commander about the conflict with the guild... general stuff. Like how likely am I to return alive if I, uh, accidentally found myself near their warships?"

Honeybadger:
The messenger slowly slides over to the corner looking extremely worried.

Messenger
The fucking admiral is here?! Then who the fuck am I delivering this to?!

Once he gets to the safety of the corner he takes out the envelope and starts to open his mouth

Messenger
"Um... Excuse me? A Mr. Yiski? Anyone know where I can find him?"

Yiski:
--Saloon--

Althea approaches Yiski and whispers to him.

Althea
"Were you expecting a message?"

Yiski
"Nope."

Althea then drew out her dual pistols and aimed them at the messenger. Yiski sighed at Althea's sudden aggressiveness, but he couldn't blame her. If not her, then he'd probably be pointing Blood Bolt at the messenger.

Althea
"Who sent you?"

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