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*Adele Mundy walks into Benjamin’s, cradling a bottle. She goes up to the bar*
Guy, I hope you don’t mind me bringing this in. I’d been saving it for a special occasion, and dammit, Phoenix is gone, and the… Anyway, I’ll pay your corkage fee, of course. Six glasses to go with it, if you please, and send any of Eagle’s crew over to my table. And Lt.Jr. Matsiyan, when he turns up.*Blaze enters the bar, looks around, nods to Guy, spots Mundy, and walks over to her*
Mind if I join you?
*Eric Aramond pushes open the doors, looking a bit wobbly on his feet*
Guy…I need something tall ‘nd stiff. Don’t care what it is.
*Guy gives Eric a strange look, but being the gentleman he is says nothing and pours a glass of mystery booze. Neon yellow mystery booze*
*Aramond then walks up to Mundy’s table, pulls up another chair and gives Adele a knowing look. Proceeding then to sit down and fiddle with a pair of data pads. There is the faint smell of diesel**Matsiyan slouches into the bar and greets Guy unenthusiastically. After another word or two he looks around, nods, authorizes a credit charge and then heads over to the occupied table.*
Hello, Mundy. *he speaks quietly. Then after a pause, with a wan smile *
Ma’am.*Guy appears with a tray of glasses and a bottle of brandy*
I figure this might be useful fairly soon.Hey, Eric, what are you fiddling with over there and what is that smell?
*van Leigh enters with a slight limp. Under his breath, a hardly ever stopping flow of really big, big Ds. Finally, he sits at an empty table*
Guy, get me a bottle of white wine, real, please, and a salad. Any will do, as long as it doesn’t have any chicken. Enough chicken died in my name today.
*Guy nods in quiet understanding and gets the order*
*Eric looks up and blinks a few times*
The cartography. Needta update Cronus after the $#%@& that just happened.
*As he speaks, the smell seems to grow*
*Nods as Blaze, Aramond and Matsiyan approach, and waves them to seats.
“Evening,” she greets them. “If it’s evening. Definitely not good, whatever it is.”
*she looks across at van Leigh’s table*
“Sir, won’t you join us?”
*she looks at the variety of drinks on the table*
“I see we all had the same idea. May I suggest we start with the wine, and move on to the strong stuff afterwards. Matsiyan, I hope you won’t mind if we drink this now. I was saving it for your promotion, but with everything going on right now I’m not feeling like saving anything for a future that might not happen.”
*she pours the wine carefully into the glasses, and hands them round*
“Single vineyard Prunotto, 2229, Barolo,”
*she says, in case it means anything. She raises her glass.*
“Phoenix, may she rise from the ashes.”*Joins them*
Agreed.
She was the oldest ship in the division. Raven, Pegasus, Osiris, Guardian, and now Phoenix, all of them are gone.
*Maurice Allard had spent the last hour smoking his electronic cigarette. The nicotine helped him cope with all that had happened in his life. From the academy, to the horrors of live combat, nicotine never failed. The same couldn’t be said about his loyalty. Those scales of loyalty to his captain, or loyalty to the government, violently tipped back and forth like a teeter-totter as he walked in the bar. Instantly, he noticed his comrades, and silently slipped in to a chair to listen to the conversation.*
But never forgotten.
*reverently he takes a glass from Mundy and raises it*
Phoenix. May she rise from the ashes!
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