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over the RFID reader again, and set to work draining another glass of mead.
An hour, and a few more glasses of mead later, Hawke made his exit and walked down the street with his two Marines following. That was the peculiarity of Gitmo. The central biome actually had grass, trees, and cobblestone streets, which was a strange juxtaposition against the kind of people that made the station their home, or frequently did business here. There was even a plaza with a nice water fountain in it, or would have been, had it been operational. Surrounding the plaza were several shops selling a variety of wares ranging from legal to illegal, though Hawke really didn’t pay attention to any of them. Instead, he was trying to focus his thoughts on what he should do next. Unfortunately, he was finding it a little difficult.
The truth is, he had drunk a bit too much at Archer’s Tavern, in the hopes that Mike would be willing to chat more, but Mike did not offer any further information. Now, Hawke tried his best to focus his mind and ignore the wonderfully warm feeling that had spread throughout his body, as well as the lightheaded feel he had. The mead had a little more punch to it than he had realized, and he was mildly embarrassed that he had miscalculated how much he could drink before starting to feel the effects of it. He suspected that things would become worse before they became better. He just hoped that his speech was not as slurred as his thinking felt. Showing that kind of weakness on Gitmo could be detrimental to your health.
Seeing a park bench near the broken fountain, Hawke made his way over to it and sat down heavily. He needed to think. Taking into consideration all he had just learned, he realized that there had to be much more going on here than it seemed. It did not make sense for a ship belonging to the Rejai Empire to be here, on the edges of Gadari space, destroying other ships. The fact that another ship was here to meet the Guan Yu was another problem. What was it doing? Why was it meeting the Guan Yu ? There were far too many questions, and very few answers.
“Sir?” Hawke blinked, and slid his gaze to one of the Marines. “Sir, I think someone has taken an interest in us.” The Marine said, lifting his chin in the direction of Archer’s Tavern. Hawke’s eyes narrowed as he focused on a Rejaian man who was excitedly talking to another Rejaian man, and then pointed in their direction.
“Yeah, you’re right. I think it’s time to head back to the ship.” Climbing to his feet, Hawke made his way across the plaza and down the street leading to the docks, when he saw another knot of Rejaian men in the distance, just entering the biome through the doors leading to the dock. Some had crew cuts, and the way they carried themselves told Hawke they were not Navy men, but rather some of those soldiers – ground pounders Mike had called them – from the Choyo . Turning right onto one of the side streets, Hawke and his Marines found themselves in an alley between two rundown hotels that had probably once been considered five star accommodations. At the far end, the alley dead ended into another alley that ran left and right. Picking up his pace, Hawke lead the way to the right, hoping to get out of the sight before the Rejaian’s could see him. He did not know if they were after them, but he was not ready to risk being captured to find out. After all, they were but three, and there had been at least six of those ground pounders, not counting the two that were conferring in front of Archer’s Tavern. If they had asked Mike about him...well, he had no illusions that Mike would be just as forthright about him and his Marines as he had been about the Rejaians. Once around the corner, Hawke waited as the Rejaians passed. Not wanting to take a chance that they were looking for them, he led the way back to the docks using side streets and
An hour, and a few more glasses of mead later, Hawke made his exit and walked down the street with his two Marines following. That was the peculiarity of Gitmo. The central biome actually had grass, trees, and cobblestone streets, which was a strange juxtaposition against the kind of people that made the station their home, or frequently did business here. There was even a plaza with a nice water fountain in it, or would have been, had it been operational. Surrounding the plaza were several shops selling a variety of wares ranging from legal to illegal, though Hawke really didn’t pay attention to any of them. Instead, he was trying to focus his thoughts on what he should do next. Unfortunately, he was finding it a little difficult.
The truth is, he had drunk a bit too much at Archer’s Tavern, in the hopes that Mike would be willing to chat more, but Mike did not offer any further information. Now, Hawke tried his best to focus his mind and ignore the wonderfully warm feeling that had spread throughout his body, as well as the lightheaded feel he had. The mead had a little more punch to it than he had realized, and he was mildly embarrassed that he had miscalculated how much he could drink before starting to feel the effects of it. He suspected that things would become worse before they became better. He just hoped that his speech was not as slurred as his thinking felt. Showing that kind of weakness on Gitmo could be detrimental to your health.
Seeing a park bench near the broken fountain, Hawke made his way over to it and sat down heavily. He needed to think. Taking into consideration all he had just learned, he realized that there had to be much more going on here than it seemed. It did not make sense for a ship belonging to the Rejai Empire to be here, on the edges of Gadari space, destroying other ships. The fact that another ship was here to meet the Guan Yu was another problem. What was it doing? Why was it meeting the Guan Yu ? There were far too many questions, and very few answers.
“Sir?” Hawke blinked, and slid his gaze to one of the Marines. “Sir, I think someone has taken an interest in us.” The Marine said, lifting his chin in the direction of Archer’s Tavern. Hawke’s eyes narrowed as he focused on a Rejaian man who was excitedly talking to another Rejaian man, and then pointed in their direction.
“Yeah, you’re right. I think it’s time to head back to the ship.” Climbing to his feet, Hawke made his way across the plaza and down the street leading to the docks, when he saw another knot of Rejaian men in the distance, just entering the biome through the doors leading to the dock. Some had crew cuts, and the way they carried themselves told Hawke they were not Navy men, but rather some of those soldiers – ground pounders Mike had called them – from the Choyo . Turning right onto one of the side streets, Hawke and his Marines found themselves in an alley between two rundown hotels that had probably once been considered five star accommodations. At the far end, the alley dead ended into another alley that ran left and right. Picking up his pace, Hawke lead the way to the right, hoping to get out of the sight before the Rejaian’s could see him. He did not know if they were after them, but he was not ready to risk being captured to find out. After all, they were but three, and there had been at least six of those ground pounders, not counting the two that were conferring in front of Archer’s Tavern. If they had asked Mike about him...well, he had no illusions that Mike would be just as forthright about him and his Marines as he had been about the Rejaians. Once around the corner, Hawke waited as the Rejaians passed. Not wanting to take a chance that they were looking for them, he led the way back to the docks using side streets and
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