EVE Fiction

Avio wanders into the bar. Out of all the places on this station - this stood out for having a simple enough name. nothing fancy or glamorous. Perfect for someone who's just visiting and looking for a place to grab a drink. He was here simply looking for a port for him and his crew to catch some R&R. Also some of his more trusted members scout out any possible Intel. A mining station is bound to have just as many opportunities for a mercenary as it would a miner. A pirate haven needing to be snuffed out, Fugitive in hiding with a bounty worth pocketing or something as simple as some potential recruits wanting to join Avio's little band of warriors.

Figured he catch some rest with a few drinks before heading out again. He walks up to the bar and asks for whatever the House special is. Too tired to think about choosing something himself.

"Doubt this stuff would react well to my ship's hardware.." Avio says as he lifts the glass up to the light to get a better look at what was poured for him. "Suppose it make sense for matari tech sense its a pretty much made out of what's in arms reach of the engineer." He downs the contents of the shot in one go and is taken back by the burning pain the beverage has given him. Doesn't take long for him to regain his posture. He places the glass back down "Yeah that's a kicker alright. Give me another one mate." He says gesturing downward to the glass

Avio notices the man's augmented arm for the first time. While he understands why many would have one. He can't help but find the tech rather distasteful. Nothing seemed natural to him about someone replacing their natural organic flesh with cold hard steel. Of course many get one after a accident at work or the warzone. But thanks to cloning Avio doesn't have to worry about having to get a mechanical arm anytime soon.

He stares insistently at it for a moment. Snapping his attention back to Muri as he introduces himself. He catches the sliding drink at the last moment - regaining his focus on the conversation "Avio, Avio Yaken." He takes a sip this time instead of downing it in one go again. "I'm here seeking a port. But I'm always seeking a opportunity for both a fight and a chance to increase my fortune. Pirates or Navy - so long as the target ain't civilians theres honor to be earned in combat. Theres no finer line of work for a warrior."

Avio continues to sip his drink as he listens to Muri's tale. He gives him his full attention. Always the man who would hear someone's war story out no matter how small. He evened seemed impressed with it. "So you dig up rocks for a living but aren't afraid of conflict. I can admire that." He smirks and downs the rest of the glass. This time more comfortable to the bitter taste. He places the glass on the counter upside down and slides it back down towards Muri

"Suppose i should tell a story too - don't got anything as tragic as.." he raises his arm to gesture towards the cybernetic arm "..needing a artifical limb. But i have that serves as a reminder." He then points up to the screen across the bridge of his nose. "Early mistake in my career that could had ended it. A reminder tof keep my guard up."

He adjusts in his seat and leans foward on the counter before starting his tale "I was on this job given to me by a uh...independent partype- that weren't blood raiders- but certainly weren't fond of Amarrians but interested in some of their tech. Nothing that was "top secert" but something a baseliner could make millions off of. Me and a small team of 8 were hired too raid this naval shipyard in a low security sector of the Amarr empire. It was a military target and for me at the time the pay was too good to give up. So I signed up."

"We sneak aboard a mineral transport making a supply run to the shipyard and go in guns blazing from there. All that stood between us and those schematics we were hired to get was a entire outpost of pissed off Imperials. But we get there, suffered a few causalities on the way. But as mercs when you got a KIA you get the motivation of a bigger cut. So we pushed on. Stole the plans and made our eacape. By now there's 4 of us and we have to hitch a ride off a moored shuttle. So we fight our way there and we come across this big son of a *****."

"A templar for the Amarr showed up dressed in this power armor and a duel bladed polearm. Kills two of our guys so it's just me and one other guy who is getting the shuttle ready. By now my guns dry and my sidearm wouldn't put a dent in his suit. But my knife would." He reaches into his vest and pulls out a high-tech blade "Nova-knife. The blade can heat up to extreme enough temperatures to cut though steel like butter. It was my only hope against him. I was mostly on the defensive as I didn't have the same range as his weapon. Had to wait for the right opening before striking. You could tell from the man's stance alone that he wasn't going to fold. He had a level of discipline that you would only see in some of the most hardened warriors in the cluster. It was a honorable opponent I intended to triumph over him. "

"I had to knock him off his balance and I have a opportunity. I pushed over this small fuel barrel and kicked it as hard as I could towards the batsard. Too my surprise it worked and tripped the hulking mass to the floor. Being as young as I was i couldn't help. But find it amusing. I laughed at him and thought the fight was now mine. I don't lunge after him until he picks himself up to his knees. When I do I do so with no fear that he could possibly strike back. But I forget that he still had his weapon in his hand and forces it upwards towards my head when I close in. Reflexes saved me here and he only grazed me with his blade" He traces the scar with his finger.

"I lost the momentum as soon as that happened and was forced back. He got back to his feet with no problems and went on a unrelenting flurry of attackes. Pushing me back and back but thankfully that ended up working in my favor. My back was pressed against this fuel line that I rolled out of the way from when that Paladin tried to impale me. The fuel burated out at such force that it pushed him a few steps back but also disarmed him. I wasted no time and charged him."

With the knife in his hand Avio holds the point up to his throat "I got him right here with all my strength and rage. The paladin was no more." He lowers and returns the knife to his vest "I took his weapon as a trophy for overcoming such a formidable opponent. Would had stayed there longer to admire my victory if my teammate didn't threaten to ditch me if I didn't get on board. So I got on and we got out. Thankfully the shuttle was coded to appear as a friendly ship to the response fleet that just arrived with reinforcements. Under the disguise of staff evacuating we sailed smoothly across the border."

The antics displayed by the various patrons was observed by an Amarrian, his voluminous black robes hidden in the shadows of a booth furthest from the others. His kind were not a welcome sight in these parts, so when his teeth glinted between the white moustache which was his only noticable feature he briefly considered smiling was a mistake. His grin then widened, and he raised one of his hands from the tented position they rested in to indicate he required liquid refreshment. He activated a hidden nanocamera, and waited for the entertainment to truly begin.

The Amarrian's grin widened still, while his hand gestured with a florish toward a stunningly attractive patron.
"I'll have her, but Archura green tea will please me in the meantime."

"Yeah bad business , over 7 million dead. Black Eagles are going to be investigating , now that's a group people you don't want coming after you. Bad men."

"Draught beer here , the Digger been in here today ? tough looking Civrie , owns a machine gun , you'd know him if you'd seen him."

The Amarrian rose and joined the bartender at his work station. The grin had vanished, replaced by a more casual smile.

"My apologies sai" he said "Allow my to introduce myself, they call me Cy, and I meant no offense to you nor your clientele. I have a tongue that takes joy in jest, a joke on stereotypes it is prone to making. While a man of faith, I am no slaver. Or rather, I believe in a different kind of slavery than many of my kin. I think you are of a sharp mind, referring to your statement."

The Amarrian's hand flickered vaguely toward the screen, while its twin placed the teacup on the bar.

"Tell me about these Black Eagles. Where from do they hail? I tend not to watch the Scope."

Nodding his head Muri replys going back behind the bar "Yeah that sounds about right with the black eagles. Discourse is good but scope has a tendancy to break the story first. I prefer to look at all sources I can when it comes to news"

Going back to cleaning his bar he says "Though with a galaxy the zie of New Eden were it seems virtually anything can happen at times it gets hard to seperate news from fiction as they sometimes have a tendancy to get mixed together. Especilly if its located in 0.0- space and all those major alliance wars you hear about"

Shakeing his head Muri pours himself a short shot of the moonshine and raises his glass "I dont userly do this with Patrons but I purpose a toast. To the memory of those who were killed in the plague and if it was intentinal like a lot of people think.... May the one that hunts down there assees leave nothing but D.N.A to identify them and may it be as slow and as painfull as those who have died"

Cy turned away from the bar after raising his teacup in a salute to his tender's toast, his robe whirling like a dervish made of night. At a slow and somewhat overtly dramatic pace the Amarrian approached the booth he had been sitting in previously.

Secretly, his grin had returned, widened like the mouth of madness itself. To a casual observer, the gesture he made to another patron would have been unnoticed. As the robed figure disappeared into the shadows, a dancer began to ply her craft.