Drinks and Daggers

Posted on 23 Jul 2020 @ 3:48pm by Civilian J'Tan
Edited on on 23 Jul 2020 @ 3:50pm

Mission: Mission 4 - Race against the machine
Location: The black hole bar, Agora Crossroads
Timeline: MD4
735 words - 1.5 OF Standard Post Measure

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J’Tan was close to closing time and tallying up the days takings so far. Te’Laya groaned as two wandered into the bar. “Why is it always last thing with you two?” she demanded.

“Oh you adore us really. We like to come make your last half hour interesting when we are at the crossroads,” Morg said slumping his large frame down on the well-worn stool opposite the curvy barmaid. “And I like to get my Te fix,” he winked at her.

“He does,” Torget grumbled taking the seat next to him. It was a good job Morg hadn’t as it groaned and made a clicking noise from his weight alone. “I come for the business and the excitement of will my chair break beneath me.”

“Well if you two clowns paid all the bar tabs you owed me I could afford to get fancy new stools,” J’Tan quipped.

Te’Laya placed two mugs of Raytoran liquer infront of both aliens, left the bottle and grinned at her boss.

Morg knocked his back and did what he did every time they graced them with their presence in the bar, grabbing the barmaids hand. “Ahh that’s the stuff. So you given any more thought to marrying me?”

“She’s already taken,” J’Tan sighed as they continued this charade every time.

“Bahh marriage of convenience. We know you only did it so the slavers couldn’t claim her. You’re not together. Divorce him, have me. A real husband,”

She smiled completing her part of the conversation, “I’ll think about it sugar,” she said with a wink walking back over to sorting the glasses out.

“One day …. “ Morg called after her. “You will agree one day.”
J’Tan fastened the container of latinum leaving enough in the float for tomorrow and leaned on to the bar opposite his two regulars. “You keep wearing her down Morg,” the purple alien cracked the briefest of smiles.

“So what do we know?” he was suddenly serious.
Torget refilled his friends mug, took a fast sip from his and looked directly at J’Tan. “We were out near outpost 23. Its got an observatory and tracking facilities. Theres something big heading towards our system. Real big.”

The reptilian alien pulled out a Padd and showed him the data.
“Also 3 Federation ships seem to be tailing it. Your friends ehh?” Morg asked.

“Acquaintances boys. You know I don’t do friends,” J’Tan muttered looking over the data. He recognised it. He knew the other two didn’t. It was probably not worth frightening them any further with the actual truth just yet so he played dumb. “This is worrying. What could possibly be that interesting that it needs 3 Federation ships to escort it?”

“You’re telling us. It’s the biggest thing they ever registered they said at the outpost,” Morg stated pouring another mug. “Think you might be able to ask your “Acquaintances what the hells going on?”

“Well there’s a Romulan lady I’ve been meaning to annoy,” J’Tan said with a flicker of an evil grin. “Hey did you two manage to aquire …”

“Oh yeah,” Torget fished in his coat. “The spotty ones. Morg had a lot of fun going to the auctions and flirting with the wait staff to get that smuggled back out by the way.”

“None of the girls were a patch on you,” the other alien said towards the barmaid. She giggled despite herself.

“This one. I’m not even going to charge you for it. Ive been after that spine throwing Chezeck for a long time. Let’s just say he’s not going to be knocking out any more people for that slavers rachet,” Torget hissed.

“And he got his ship back,” Morg said proudly. Refilling his mug and noticing the purple alien didn’t have a drink. He poured another and slid it towards J’Tan.

“Well what’s left of it. The slippery moron burned out my fuel cells. That’s what I need you for J’Tan. I need one of your contacts that can fix my baby back up for me,”

“I can do that. And these,” J’Tan said pulling both knifes towards him. “Will do us well in scoring some points with those Federation. Its always good to have some banked up.”

All three men clinked mugs.

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