[Not at all sure what to even make of any of this, Shepard has removed his helmet, letting it collapse into itself and attaching it to his armour. The hot air is unpleasant and he's not sure where to go, especially given radio communication is failing him, but he at least has one of his guns in his hand, just to be safe.]
[ Kerrigan has set herself up in one of the corners of the bars, sitting on a stool, and watching everyone. She's cloaked. Everyone's thoughts are typical. Booze, getting laid. Getting laid, booze. The same kind of thoughts you find in a cantine - including the few depressed ones. Then Shepard's thoughts catch her attention. Someone new, huh? ]
[The Commander decides a bar might be a good source of information, though he's almost annoyed at the distinct lack of aliens he can ask for that information. Humans don't tend to be the most amazing sources unless you want to know about the Alliance or something related on that. The Asari are who he usually gets good intel from, usually Aria T'Loak, but she's not here. So, he clips his gun to his back and heads for the bar, leaning on it as he waits for the bartender.]
[Shepard doesn't flinch, though he does look a bit put out at someone cloaking around public places. He should be used to it with Kasumi, but no, it still bugs him.]
In my experience, it's the rebels that are more willing to talk to a guy in armour. Besides, you can find your best sources in bars.
Sometimes. If you can separate the glory from the truth in the war stories. Or the broken man who lost the will to fight when his home world was destroyed by the oppressive government.
I don't have much trouble sorting the truth from the lies. It's a gift. [He gives her a quick, practised smile and pauses for a brief second at the bartender's request for his drink choice. Ordering Canadian lager, he shrugs lightly.]
Probably very different. [Although Shepard was busy trying to figure out how he wasn't a bloodied heap right now.]
Yeah, I'm just one long string of lucky chances. [He gives her a once over, curiously, because he's never seen armour like that.] Who are you with? You're not Alliance or Cerberus, and you don't look like a low level mercenary.
[Another shrug comes and John sips the drink he's given, tapping fingertips against the glass.] About the bars? Most of them are seedy techno clubs, but it's the people that matter there, not the bar itself.
Men like you tend to be a bit cocky. [ A good thing he's looking at the armor and not something else. ] No one anymore.
[ Kerrigan looks forward at the others sitting in the area. She's used to the bars on ships or the backwater bars. ] I can't say I've been to one of those in a long time.
Men like me are cocky because it's better than showing you're afraid. And the women are just the same. [He's sure she knows what he means. He can see it in her face that she's seen things probably just as gruesome as any other soldier, perhaps worse than most.] "Anymore"? That implies there was someone.
[He sips his drink again, and glances about the room.] You're not missing much. [And finally, he offers his hand for a handshake.] Commander Shepard, Alliance Military.
Now there's something that's accurate. [ Kerrigan smirks and looks back at him, ginger bangs falling in her face. ] One unwillingly and one willingly. Something tells me you've never heard of the Terran Confederacy.
[ She smiles before nodding. ] I know, Commander. [ She reaches up and shakes his hand, still wearing her own armor. ] Lieutenant Kerrigan, formerly with the Sons of Korhal.
[Shepard gives her a quick smile, shaking his head slightly.] I haven't, no. Is it a good thing I haven't?
[He raises a brow but doesn't question how she knows. He doesn't think she's from his world, but he's so used to everyone knowing his name, at this point. It was all kicked off when he became the first human Spectre.] Kerrigan. It's good to meet you.
I've seen enough politics recently to last me two lifetimes. [Of which he has had, perhaps three, he's not so clear on the details of that last mess he was in, only that he's alive now, and that counts as far as he's concerned.]
made a few enemies, I'm guessing? [He drums his fingers on the bar absently.]
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Normally people looking for information start asking the civilians outside. Not the drunk rebels at the bar.
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In my experience, it's the rebels that are more willing to talk to a guy in armour. Besides, you can find your best sources in bars.
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[ Kerrigan tilts her head at him. ]
We must be used to different bars.
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Probably very different. [Although Shepard was busy trying to figure out how he wasn't a bloodied heap right now.]
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Indulge me. I'm curious.
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[Another shrug comes and John sips the drink he's given, tapping fingertips against the glass.] About the bars? Most of them are seedy techno clubs, but it's the people that matter there, not the bar itself.
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[ Kerrigan looks forward at the others sitting in the area. She's used to the bars on ships or the backwater bars. ] I can't say I've been to one of those in a long time.
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[He sips his drink again, and glances about the room.] You're not missing much. [And finally, he offers his hand for a handshake.] Commander Shepard, Alliance Military.
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[ She smiles before nodding. ] I know, Commander. [ She reaches up and shakes his hand, still wearing her own armor. ] Lieutenant Kerrigan, formerly with the Sons of Korhal.
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[He raises a brow but doesn't question how she knows. He doesn't think she's from his world, but he's so used to everyone knowing his name, at this point. It was all kicked off when he became the first human Spectre.] Kerrigan. It's good to meet you.
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[ Oh, just wait until he learns all about her telepathy. ] That's something I don't hear often.
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made a few enemies, I'm guessing? [He drums his fingers on the bar absently.]
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