In A Bar, Alone
03 May 2019Jolt Diana
First of all, I hate being in a bar alone. There's the occasional person wanting to chat it up with me, I find it as a distraction that will cost me more time. Now, going into a bar with a friend or few? I enjoy it, it gives me time to think and most of all reflect on recent flights through the verse.
However
I needed a break, locked up the Mallet, and stepped on in for a drink. Same story as it normally is, a guy steps up and offers a drink. I turn him down, I just want to finish my drink and watch the CQC game. The guy looked somewhat scrawny but clearly smashed from how red face looked. I almost confused his face with a red giant after I turned him down. He was so furious that he stepped up to get physical with me and tripped over another guy trying to make his way out of the bar. The two starting just slinging fists at each other like a whirlwind of uncoordinated flails of their arms. It was amusing enough to keep me around to watch as I ordered a second drink. Eventually station security made their way over and tossed the two troublemakers into the brig for now. I wonder if he has any resentment, I can handle him true enough just by myself. But who's to say that he would make it a fair fight at all? Now, that would be exciting.
The peanuts were good, stale, but good. I'm not going to get them next time or at least I hope that I'll remember not to.
Those sleeping bags helped, at least when I needed a nap during a mining trip.
Now that I'm thinking about it, I recall some combat within Wolf 287. A black operation for Adnovi Security Holdings to support another faction within the system against a rival faction. They were in a state of war and the goal was simple; defeat the invaders. Simple as can be right? Wrong.
After over five engagements in conflict zones they called in a Farragut to the conflict zone to eliminate us. Luckily I was working alongside Kane at the time. I still recall the disgusted lurch of my vessel as the gross mass of the Farragut pulled out of hyperspace. The loud sounds reverberate in my ears to this day, or perhaps it might be a bit of tinnitus. We successfully descended upon the Farragut and it's support vessels, assaulted their defensive guns and vents, and then finally forced the enemy out of the area.
Afterwards we got a couple of beers and had a great laugh, classic friendship shit. We're actually really good friends, I still can't recall how we met but as soon as it comes back to me then I'll definitely write it down into a new log.
I wonder how Samael and Shania are doing, I should check in on them sometime whenever they're around.