[h2]Velia Larci[/h2]

[quote=@Pragia12]
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The bar had been her last bastion of solace in a world that was rapidly collapsing. Things had an eerie stability on the station. Doom would not come for some time, but hope was running low. 3822-01 was her last ticket out of here, and the best shot was her mark at this bar. Walking to the seat next to her, she’d wave the tender down and get her own glass of straight vodka, not bothering to burden the bartender at the end of Eden. “So, any plans to survive the apocalypse?” she’d ask idly of the pilot.
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"One or two," the woman replied, taking a sip from her whiskey, and giving Ginny a thoughtful look, "I mean, if I were the station chief, which I am not, I'd be looking at getting everyone onto that colony ship then setting out to find a new home... can't go to the original location, the primitives have proper guns and we don't have an army to slap them down anymore.  I understand they have some crew shortages though," she shrugged as if to say she didn't really know what she was talking about.

[quote=@PrinceAlexus]
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The unusually short Kiellar woman pushed her hair into a messy pony tail still wearing the reinforced lightweight armour they had all been given as their former station fell apart trying to keep bugs from breaking into the redoubt and keep bio security intact in deteriorating labs among the chaos clearly marked of course with company branding and “Bio station 6. Lab team.”, because they were paranoid bastards about even pens being taken and sold on any kind of post or illegal sale. 

“I'm sure my bosses would find a way if I owed them student loans.” She said to the woman who seemed to be nearby, Brunette, one of humans, or this subspecies whichever they hailed from exactly. She was too tired to be exact in mind. 

“Ren” She said as an introduction, falling almost into a seat with relief that her aching feet she had been on for hours now without rest had a short break before they had to try and make it to the last ships off planet.
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"Velia," one of the women replied, offering Ren the bottle of whiskey.  She was wearing a jacket and seemed unconcerned by the sauna-like conditions of the station.  That along with the name, picked her as dhasath, "Well thankfully, one of the advantages of the apocalypse is there is nobody to chase you for your debts or audit your use of the company card," she gave a charming, albeit somewhat roguish grin at the last point.

"I refuse to believe," she declared, "That we aren't going to make it out of here," her hand subconsciously wandered to her chest, toying with something under her jacket - a pendant perhaps? "There are ways out of here, we just need to be a bit resourceful and we get a second chance at this with our debts wiped clean."

[quote=@Terrans]
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John barely registered the bar's occupants as he staggered in. Collapsing into a stool and tossing his helmet onto the bar. 

"Give me a bottle. Strong stuff." A handful of hard credit chits pulled from his thigh pouch and shoved towards the tender. He was a sight; perspiration from his recent brush with death still coated his features. Blood sprayed a pattern across his chest armor, suit sleeves and gloves. His survival knife was missing and a gash adorned the back of his armor. The only part of him with any color was his squadron patch; a field of blue with six stars in a semi circle surrounding a green one. 
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"Looks like you had a close shave on the surface... Pilot?" Velia asked as the man with the helmet dropped down beside her.  She recognised the uniform... sort of.  This was, perhaps, her lucky day, though Velia wasn't so naive as to imagine that someone who typically flew fighters might struggle to adapt to the lumbering inertia of a colony ship, but it never hurt to check. [i]In the morning sow your seed, and at evening do not let your hands be idle, for you do not know which will prosper, this or that, or whether both alike will be good.[/i]  

Mutely she motioned at the bottle of whiskey, encouraging him to help himself (which would hopefully put him in a better mood to humour her).

"I don't suppose you're here to fly that Colony ship are you?" the question was really more of a suggestion.  She knew damned well he wasn't here to fly the colony ship, but if he came back to say he could, or with some flavour of 'maybe', then the woman with the auburn hair's question about surviving the apocalypse might have just received a much more definite answer...