milliways_bar | Where the hell am I?

*The bar doors FLY open and slam into the walls. A very large, very muscular man comes flying through the now open doors. He's sweaty with a black tank-top on and black cloth on his hands where they have been scrapped and scratched. He has open wounds on his chest and side, deep enough to need stiches. He lands on the floor with a loud 'CRASH', somehow missing every table and chair in the room. No damage is done to the floor either. He has a pair of goggles sitting on top of his head and a shotgun in his hands. It's chamber is empty though, signifying that he's shot something, somewhere.

As he is laying on the floor he wonders if the beast has been killed or if it is going to follow him through the doors. He opens his eyes to look but he's blinded the bright light. Immediately his empty hand reaches for the goggles on his head and pulls them down over his eyes. Then he thinks, 'how in the hell is there any light? I turned off all the generators?' He looks around the room to see hundreds of faces staring at him in dismay. He then wonders where he is.

To himself: 'Where am I, how did I get here, and who are these people?'

He gets up, turns around, notices a bar at the other side of the room and walks over. He sits down and puts the shotgun in front of him. He keeps his back to the wall and just looks aorund, waiting for the creature that was chasing him to come through the doors he just flew through himself.

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She smiles.

" Bar, a beer for the man, please."

She takes a sip...or tries to.

"And one for me as well. I'm all out. "

The two beers appear without much flair although it is a different brand than the one she had to begin with.

" Thank you. " She hands one to him.

*He takes the beer and turns it up.*

New prototype? Just gives you what you want when you want?

She shrugs.

" I'm not competely certain how it works, but the Bar is somewhat sentient and will give you some things if you ask for it. But probably not weapons or anything that could harm another of the patrons. "

She pats the bar affectionately.

" She's like that. "

I have my weapons right here.

*He raises his hands up in front of her.*

The shotgun was just an addition. Too bad it's empty.

" MMmm, I'm sure you're quite capable with those. "

She smiles, taking a swallow of her beer.

" Yes, well. Violence also isn't allowed in the bar so anything you do try to tear up should happen outside."

Unless someone fucks with me first, I won't touch them.

She nods.

" I think that sounds like a good way of putting it. "

Another swallow of the beer before she holds out a small pale grey hand.

" Name's Chiana. "

*Takes her hand with a very firm grip.*

Richard B. Riddick. Most just call me Riddick.

Another smile a bit more wicked than usual...but how would he know that.

" Well, Riddick, sit down and relax. Milliway's is the place where convicts and runaways can enjoy a drink without watching their backs. "

Who are you running from?

She holds up one hand, bringing a finger up as she counts them off.

" One, my own people. They don't like nonconformists. Two, Peacekeepers. They're looking for a friend of mine and have decided a bounty for me will bring him in. Three, Scarrens, basically same reasons. Four, anyone and anyone who thinks the bounty will make them rich. "

She shrugs.

" Not many all considered. "

Ever been thrown in a slam?

She smiles.

" Slams were a decent chunk of my young life, though never could stay put to serve a whole sentence. "

*He laughs*

My kind of criminal.

" I had a whole universe to explore. Wasn't going to be all repentant and wait until I was old and feeble to see it. "

She smiles, another drink of her beer.

" Besides, it was what I was good at. Well, mostly. "

Speaking of universes and such, what planet are you from?

" Nebari, though it technically doesn't exist anymore. We kinda blew it up several thousand cycles ago. I don't like to claim it. Mostly I live on a leviathon. "

Leviathon? Is that a merc ship?

" Nope, it's a living ship. Though trust me we should be getting paid. Would make running a whole lot easier. "

It's easy to run when you can see in the dark.

She looks at him.

" The goggles block out the light, hmm? Very useful."

The light hurts and blinds me. You stay in a slam where they say you will never see the light again, find a doctor, pay him 20 menthol cools and he'll shine your eyes. Makes you see what others can. Makes escape easier. I was on my way out of that slam when I flew into this place.

*He finishes off his beer.*

A low whistle.

" Lots of currency for something like that. Way things are working I'll be lucky to see by the end of the cycle anyway. "

Trust me, where I came from, you don't want to go. Even if you could get a shine job on your eyes.

" I'm not planning on going anywhere anytime soon. And my own home isn't the best when I left. Just managed to not get dead a few hours before I showed up here. "

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