Posted by Elias “Eli” Trenor (Medic) in Desperate Times

Posted by Noril Zoi (Captain) in Desperate Times

Posted by Elias “Eli” Trenor (Medic) in Desperate Times
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Dense smoked filled the Dead Grifters bar, a small dive on Nimbus three. Smoke and conversation circled the air in a mist surrounded by dim lights and shady characters making deals in the dark corners of the room.

Sitting at the bar a large heap of a man, in a brown hide jacket sat stirring a drink. He stared of in the distance as if looking into oblivion itself. Thoughts of his dead family and anger at the federation for it swelled internally within him a storm that could only be stopped by alcohol and killing. No one sat next to the man on either side of him, despite the how busy the bar was. It was clear that this was the man that had been referred to them.
A moment later a human man walked up to him and leaded at the bar, he looked angry and pushed Eli’s shoulder. “You took my quarry Eli, I want the bounty” he said placing his hand on Eli’s shoulder

Eli’s eyes widened a little, Eli stood, his Six-foot four frame towered over the man. “We can com o an arrangement, Jana’s no need to get all” his speech broke as his hand reached the man’s neck. In a moment the mans head found the bar several times and fell limp on the floor.
Eli slid some lattinum across the bar, “Sorry” he noted in a heavy slur. Two bouncers were already dragging the man out.

Eli sat back down and downed his drink and tapped it upside down indicating he wanted another. It came quickly.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Hawk was sitting by a window watching. Yeah that had to be the man. She grabbed her comm, [O]Found ‘im Cap. Big, burly, and drunk as an Andorian on 10 bottles of whisky in 2 minutes.[C]

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

A moment later, Sisnil beamed down. “Well, that’s useful, isn’t it?” He said to Hawk.

Sisnil was small, he was 5‘1’‘, and not burly, so when he sat down next to Eli, the size difference between the two was comical. He elbowed Eli gently. “Haven’t you had quite enough there?”

~ N, Captain

Eli looked up from his glass, turing his head to look at who just elbowed him he stoped for a moment before looking down. He let out a long sigh, turned back to his drink. “Leave me be boy!” he growled lightly under his breath. “unless you paying” he added.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“I don’t pay for people to throw their life away,” Sisnil said with a shrug. He was playing with fire, but that was how he worked.

~ N, Captain

Eli looked down at the bar and the large blood stained dent in it. “I can function just fine” his words cam out slured. “If the pay is good I can set the drink down, what do you want?” there was a measure of sadness that could almost be tasted.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“Mm.” Sisnil replied disbelievingly. “You’re a medic, no? Ever helped an Orion?”

~ N, Captain

Eli spun his glass once in his hand, “I’ve helped them” he said briefly. “Some medically, some well requireing medical” he looked down a Sisnil , his self loathing seeping out of him worse than the wisky. “Enough money and i’ll help what ever way you want”.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Half the Syndicate had enough self loathing to fuel known space. Sisnil at this point in time, did not really care. “I have a ship.” He mused, grinning mischievously. “How about this: ditch the cruddy bar, come with me. You’ll get equal share of all my jobs.”

~ N, Captain

Eli looked at him for a long moment, looked around the bar. “And how much is an equal share normaly?” he said raising his eyebrows a little. “Share nothing is still nothing” he said tossing back his drink, set it down and tapped the rim for the bartender to fill it up.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Sisnil snatched the cup with a swift and graceful movement. “Depends on the jobs. What’re making here, drinking this garbage till you die?”

~ N, Captain

Eli looked at him, his eyes narrowed, then rolled. “Why did you ask about the Orions” he said as he looked over at hawk, “Your lady friend is not green”.
Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Hawk still sat at the far table only watching to make sure the Cap didn’t need help. At the moment she was on the comm. [O]I don’t know Noril. He’s too drunk to help anyone I think. Well ask him like you usually do. You know, in that special way you have.” She snorted, “I’m not playin’ go between.[C]

A moment later Sisnil’s comm crackled to life. [O]Sisnil is he coming or not. She needs help![C]

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

“Never said I was asking for her,” Sisnil said. He looked slightly annoyed and was quiet for a moment. “My crew mate needs help. My other crew mate.”

~ N, Captain

Eli blinked a second or two, the urgency in the callers voice suggested that someone was in bad shape. His pushed his wiskey aside and started walking toward hawk, “Comming? Sounds like talk time is over!” he said walking rather straight for a man who had comsumed so much.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Sisnil stood and followed him. “My brother Noril and your newest patient are aboard my ship. Ready to beam?”

~ N, Captain

Eli grunted, “I was hoping you were in port, beam away but I might throw-up when I get there.” he noted

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“No worries. I’ll just get the tab, Cap’n!” Hawk called out, sounding totally disgruntled like a wizened old aunt who was always cleaning up kids’ messes. Hawk didn’t mind though, Sisnil and Noril would reimburse her no problem. She flipped open the comm [O]Yeah he’s comin, Noril. Try to stay out the way. You’re really worrying me with how your carryin’ on over this girl.[C] she closed the comm before Noril could retort. Hawk made her way tot he bar and paid the tab after ordering herself a drink.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli had been drinking top shelf, and six tublers at that, the bill was for lack of a better word high.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Hawk rolled her eyes, of course he did. Well if he was a fourth as good as the rumors, he earned the money for the top shelf swill.

Getting the comm signal from Sisnil, soon he and Eli were enveloped in the swirling lights and disappeared. They rematerialized on the small transporter pad of an old, but reliable cargo ship. The man standing at the controls sighed. “Glad your back Captain. Noril is driving us all mad. Never thought some girl would crack him. I mean if it was you, sure, but a girl?” The man shook his head.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Eli looked around as his eyes adjusted he swayed a little, his stomach turning over and over again, and with the full force of a kilingon wipping at targ all of the wiskey and the Marble Jack Pie he had eaten spilled out onto the deck narrowly missing Sisnil but making a varry large mess. “That’s better” he noted and shifted his gaint frame back upright.

“Where is my paitent?”

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

Unimpressed, Sisnil said, “I think we’ll find a medic who can, uh, keep his lunch down. I don’t need some drunk killing her.”

~ N, Captain

Eli looked around, if this pile of junk had an infirmy it would likly be out and to the left. He had been on many ships just like this one. “Infirmery to the left?” he said “Instead of complaining and making noise like a teritorial Gnarlack, why do you take me to ‘her’,” he said his fingers makeing little quote symbols. “And tell me what happened. “I’ve patched up people in worse shape than this” he noted.

Elias “Eli” Trenor
Medic

“Choked her. Deltan-Orion female. Sixteen.” Noril said joining them both. Then the brothers looked at each other, like this silent conversation, conveyed with only facial expressions. Really, they were communicating telepathically. “I’ll keep an eye on it. Sisnil, where else would we look?” Noril said aloud.

~ N, Captain