17thParallelNPC

[OOC]I kinda wish there were more players before entering the first npc, but what the heck... Greased, you !@#$%^&*umed too much...she wasn't caught. Manus, I apologize, I'm going to have to roleplay your character slightly.[/OOC] A woman entered the bar, but this was not the usual patron. Her ragged appearance implied that she must have recently been through !@#$%^&*. Her hair was in a random mess, and she was covered in dirt. She must have been in some kind of battle as she was nursing a few lacerations and plasma burns. She was dressed in nothing but a formal evening gown, no shoes. The gown was dirty and torn in multiple places, to the point that it was barely hanging on the woman's body. In her hands was an assault disrupter rifle with plasma grenade launcher attachment. The ship she flew in on was in even worse shape. The terrier had seen much better days. There was massive damage to the ship, and the engines were out...she had to glide the thing into the hangar. It was clear that this ship would never fly again. The mysterious patron did not waste time waiting at the bar, jumped over the counter and helped herself to a bottle of Trullarian Ale. After downing the whole bottle, she helped herself to the first aid kit mounted on the wall. It was only then that she noticed the face of the very troubled bar owner. She then walked over to a closet, which was stocked from floor to ceiling with backup first aid kits, and replaced the one she took off the wall. She then walked over to Manus, and dragged him into one of the back rooms. T: "I apologize for my rudeness...I am Agent Thallina Darkstar, TDI. I need to use this installation to contact my superiors." M: "I'm a forgiving man, but next time you try to manhandle your way through here the cleaners will be scraping your brains off the walls for weeks" T: "I am authorized to share this information with you, indeed it affects your government more than ours." ... Suddenly the screen started to flicker, and collapsed into static. T: "What type of outdated crap do you use here?" Thallina yelled at Manus. M: "This is an emergency comm, you want quality you use an implant like normal people" T: "Cybertech is tracking the locations of neural implants by their connection to the Alliance database, and are feeding that information to the pirates. That's why they have been so easily able to avoid the patrols...they know the location of every soldier in the alliance." M: "You have proof of this?" T: "No...My copy had an accident. I need to get this information to Terra to get TDI support on this." M: "This comm system is down, you will have to charter one of the pilots. Oh...and you owe me 20 credits for the ale" T: "You can take the ship I flew in on...it should have a couple good parts left." Suddenly the lights in the bar went out as the power was cut. Nervous patrons pulled out their weapons. A few seconds later, a massive explosion blasted down the door to the bar. Multiple men entered the bar with disrupter pistols firing. Each was dressed entirely in black with sungl!@#$%^&*es. Thallina stepped outside of the back room and fired her own weapon, taking out three of them. She ducked down and used the bar itself for cover as many more of the mysterious figures fired back at her. The patrons did not know who these invaders where, but fought them anyway, turning the bar room into a full-blown warzone. The figures in black attacked relentlessly, without regard to their personal safety. Over the sound of the disrupter fire, Thallina shouted "I need a pilot who can fly me to Terra!!"