EVE Fiction

Takeing a drink of the drink he raised in the toast Muri Notices the slippery looking Amarrian seemingly dissaper into the shadows. Shaking his head he mutters as he takes his glass to clean it "Always are a strange lot those Amarrians".

Turning around Muri goes back to tthe bar and looks around noticeing a new patron come into the bar and look around him. Muri calls over "Welcome to the Outer Rim watering hole friend. What can I get you to drink?" As he leans on the bar his arm starts to seize once more. Groumbleing he starts to slap the arm muttering "Dam arm doing this to me again" till it started to work once more

Let us just say, quietly of course, that the reputation of this establishment, "The Outer Rim Watering Hole", had preceded it. I made sure to cut some time from my own schedule to come by and see if this truly was a location that offered a quiet and carefully maintained neutral setting for capsuleers. Word had it, that the owner enforced a very tight set of rules, and welcomed all business, but allowed no open political or faith based conflicts or fighting on premises... if you wanted that, it was advised to save it for undock and carry your fight elsewhere.

There is a great truth that capsuleers and what you could call "normal people" do not mix well. Since as separate groups these two types have little in common. Even the newest pilots learn fast that they may feel "poor" compared to other pilots, but they are already wealthy beyond the dreams of many living planet side. Of course this is all relative in many ways, but the bottom line is I could care less if I drank in the presence of starry eyed groundhogs, and rather than risk my few minutes of free time and the bliss of a fine drink in peace, I would gladly pay any premium at an establishment that catered to my needs. Of course, while I certainly wished no harm upon civilians of any kind, my own Jin Mei heritage traced a distinct line between "them" and myself and rendered it unnecessary that any interaction need occur between us.

Upon entering the establishment I did immediately notice the enhanced data, and communication services offered, and was pleased to find the few other pilots present represented a wide segment of the types who also enjoy a little privacy. A few hardcore miners, at least one "aspiring" pirate, a few Navy types... and now my own self. Amarrian, Minmatar, Caldari and Gallente were just labels, this place encouraged the abandonment of all of the baggage of the various Empires.

As a courtesy I turned off the facial recognition and other background identification, scanning and tactical analysis features of my Monocle, as well as all optical filters and holo recording, and my own Neo-Com connection to everything but the market and my inventory servers, as I did not want to break the implied rules. Privacy came first here, and if the stories were true of the owner, whose name I had been told was "Muri", then I knew he would be aware of even the data streams his clients pulled. This fellow may be one of the few in New Eden that could by mere suggestion alone get a Monocle user to give up, even temporarily, such an advantage.

Finding that I felt rather much at home here, I navigated the now comfortably dim seeming space to find a seat at the corner of the bar. It was time now to test the seemingly wildly arrogant boast of "a whiskey like no other" ... With a nod to the bartender, whom I took to be the aforementioned "Muri", I quietly requested the house special whiskey...

ooc: #bump#

Growling Muri Ducks and dives behind the bar as bullets start to fly grabbing his shot gun and a few ther surprises he has hidden under there. Standing up he fires off a number of shots at the strange man shouting "Buddy not only you pick the wrong bar to start this in but you are in for a world of hurt" Smirking he also notices a few pissed of patrons standing with there own weapons raised he says "And not just by me by the looks of things"