There is a Colonel out behind a bar. Hanging from one of the nearest trees is a punching bag...that the Colonel is doing his best to demolish. Col. Quaritch is both getting exercise and working out a bit of stress...but that's not to say he would mind some company.

Any takers?

There is a Colonel at the Bar. Quaritch actually looks slightly overdressed compared to his usual fatigues (or just plain undershirt if he's working out), but what passes for an RDA dress uniform is being worn because he had to give a very tiring briefing to the Home Office on Luna for both the RDA brass and some select reporters ( Read more... )

Adrian has been analyzing the Combine intel captured from the desalination rig for so long his eyes are crossing. There's a dent in his thumb from where he's been chewing on it while reading. He needs a break to clear his head and put all of it in perspective. Thank God for Milliways, right ( Read more... )

Another threefer!

Quaritch is out for his morning run (or maybe just coming back in, or just going out...you decide!).

Boba Fett is at the target range, getting in some practice with some target...and probably any demon bunnies that bother him. Moving targets are always better, you know?

And Bonzo Madrid is also doing a slightly more ( Read more... )

It's early morning when Voodoo enters the bar. He can't say he was trying this time - this was supposed to be the ship's medbay - but for once, it's a welcome reprieve ( Read more... )

Three, for the price of one!

At the Bar proper is Bonzo Madrid, munching on some dinner after a long shift at the Forge.

In one corner of the Bar is a certain Mandalorian, un-helmeted at the moment and working on cleaning a field-stripped blaster. Boba Fett looks like he could use a hand with...well, whatever is ailing that particular weapon at ( Read more... )

There is a Colonel in the Bar. Currently, that Colonel is eating breakfast, having just finished a (slightly abbreviated) morning run...he was hoping to try the door again, but it was another bust this morning ( Read more... )

It's not particularly uncommon to see alien species in the bar. That said, it might still be little shocking to see a tall, lanky young Na'vi with skin in striated blue tones as he sits and has dinner. He has several skeins of yarn in reds and yellows that he's inspecting as he breaks from his current project.

Botherable.

Col. Miles Quaritch is a human being, through and through. He is proud of it. It is a very key part of him.

It's who he is, damnit.

Therefore, the fact that he is back in blue (and not of the naval type) has him...decidedly less-than-pleased and has him stalking out back of the Bar as a result. He'd really rather not be seen like this.

"...oh, for fuck's sakeTrudy is not speaking from the floor, but that's only because her reflexes were quick enough to grab the doorway. From five feet and four inches to somewhere closer around nine feet (but she's still short, as far as Avatars and Na'vi measure it), with a tail and a neural whip (hidden in her sudden long braid) and bones of a ( Read more... )