EVE Fiction

Hey, it's been a while. Just a quick short since I had time.

As soon as I stepped into the bar I felt out of place. Gone was the standard metals everything in the station was forged from, at least every part of the station I frequented, and in it's place was what I could only assume was wood. The tables, bar, even the blades of the fans rotating above me are fashioned out of some type of glass that gives off a soft blue luminescence.
I'm greeted by a woman about my height with long auburn hair tied back into a pony tail. A twin pair of spiraling tattoos along both sides of her cheeks tell the story of a slave-born who had fought and gained her freedom, and that of her children. I incline my head respectively but am again marked as out of place. Though I am dressed in my best cloths in honor of the occasion the woman, who was an employee of the establishment, was dressed several levels above myself.
She smiles slyly at my show of respect but makes no other acknowledgment to me, only indicates that I should follow her with her hands and starts walking deeper into the bar. All without saying a word.
By the time she presents a table to me, which I promptly sit, the soft sound of conversations surround me. Nothing loud, and certainly nothing I could single out and listen to. Green lights along the floor surround the table in an octagonal shape about and inch wide. Wondering at the lights purpose, for surely it couldn't be for aesthetics, I ask for my favorite drink knowing that I would be spending more on the drink then I ever had before. Again the woman let me see a sly smile before she turned and walked away without acknowledging my request.
Her heels made a smart clacking sound on the floor before, not being silences, but distorted into the same low frequency sounds the conversation around me where in, as soon as she stepped over the octagonal light.
A sound distortion field of some type then.
No sooner had I thought this then a glass was set on my table by another waiter, dressed as well as the first. Without sound he turned and departed. I lost sight of the woman almost the moment I turned to look at the drink. Perhaps it's more then a sound distortion field then. It would make since. What little information I could find about this bar was that it was a place for business meetings, and not for real social interaction.
No wonder she had chosen it.
I started sipping my drink waiting for my contact to show up. No sooner had the last drops entered my mouth then another drink was sat down beside me. The first being whisked away as soon as I put it down. I took a moment to admire the service, since I would likely never see it as fine again. As my thoughts pondered this I took a sip of my drink as a petite woman slipped into the space of my little octagon and took a seat across from me without so much as an acknowledgment.
A drink was place in front of her a bar moment latter and as I rearranged my mind to the business at hand, a little slower then it would have been when I first walked into the bar perhaps, a drink was sat beside her. She was small, perhaps five and a half feet tall though that would be optimistic. She had short cropped black hair styled in one of the more popular fashions going around, with the tips fading to red. She had on a Quafe shirt and looked perfectly at ease here despite her informal appearance.
“Hello Agnabar.” She said after bringing her glass to her lips, though I couldn't tell if she actually drank anything. “How are you liking Trails?” She sat her drink down and sat back not even hesitating to put her feet up on the glowing tabletop.
“General Vernith.” I bowed my head deeply causing her to giggle.
“No titles, please. Not here.” She waved her hand around the table, indicating the forms of people around us. “Here there are no titles, no rank. Everyone is the most powerful person in the cluster.” She smiled ruefully at me. “At least until they leave.”
I thought about that a moment. “Is that useful?” Her left eyebrow lifted in question. “Having a place where formality and station is left behind? Where everyone is simply speaking without ceremony?”
“Immensely.”
I nod as I take in the fact that here, now, I am on par with the most powerful beings of the galaxy. It's a heady feeling that I'm not surprised to find I like. After a moment she clears her throat and I'm brought back to the present. Dishes of food appear, almost as though they came from nowhere. Despite the fact that neither of us had ordered. The wait staff are gone before I could offer my customary thanks leaving me to a small plate of food. “You didn't seek me out to discuss this bar. Nor did I agree to meet you in order to do so. Ask.”
She took a small bite of food from a plate that matched mine down to the placement of the garnish. “Okay. First question then: why did you agree to speak with me? It's not exactly normal for a capsuleer to agree to do interviews.” I took a bite of the food and found it to be extremely rich, reminding me of several of my favorite foods at once.
“Almost.” She said leaving me to look at her questioningly. “You almost got the question right. But I wasn't expecting you to.” She smiled at me when I asked her to explain. “The right question would have been 'why me?'. You are not the only person to seek me out after the Frenzing incident. But here I am. Talking to you.”
“Okay, I'll bite. Why me?” The food on my plate is gone before she could begin to answer and I find myself regretting it, so I take a sip of my drink instead.