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Fort Europa
6 PM[/COLOR]
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She had retreated into her own little world, once again. Every day it was the same thing. Sit at the bar, sit at a watchtower, watch the sunset, sunrise, depending on her shift times. The Europan militia knew a useful tower guard when they saw one, and she had the weaponry to own up to the job on her own, but all she did was sit there, staring over the desert towards New Serra, picking off the occasional bizarre rodent with her headphones locked in place, music blaring. She had hardly said a word in the last several months. She didn't need to.

Kaye tapped the flat LCD display on her headphone's right ear, turning up the volume.

Reise, Reise Seemann Reise
Jeder tut's auf seine Weise
Der eine stößt den Speer zum Mann
Der andere zum Fische dann.

Arise, arise seaman arise. Each does it in his own way; One thrusts the spear into a man, Another then into the fish.

Violence... so much violence. She missed it. The excitement of it all. All she wants now is to get off this god damned rock, back home, back to their ship, back to space, back to... no... Can't entertain those thoughts... he could leave, he could die, he might not even make it to the fort. Did he even care, did he go about his own little **** trip, finding a way off by himself? It'd sure be easier then coming after me in this **** pit. **** him.

She slammed back the shot of vodka that was sitting in front of her. The corner of the bar was dimly lit, almost an abyss, a black hole, sucking up all light, she'd like to think she was invisible. She wasn't, though it was dimmer then the rest of the dirty, smelling, sweat shop of a bar, she was still perfectly see able, to her own dismay.

A man sat down across from her, he was dirty, fit right in with everything else. His sudden intrusion into Kaye's life reminded her that she was supposed to meet someone here, but that guy wasn't supposed to be in the bar for another half an hour, and this guy was different, he hadn't shaved in weeks, and he wreaked. He was tough, remarkably well built, very strong looking. He was definitely healthy, though you couldn't smell it. At least Terrin didn't stink...**** ****, leaving me to die.

She looked at him, the sound of her music deafening her to anything this man had to say. It was fine, he was one of the up front, blunt types. Very honest, but still scum, she knew what he was gonna say, didn't need to hear it.

"So..." his lips motioned. "Wanna ****?"

Kaye smirked, his ability to be up front with her was funny, very interesting, almost flattering. She looked at him dead in the eye, grinned almost seductively, and shook her head. "No." She was playing games with him. He was going to take her response as almost apprehensive, like she secretly wanted to. She found him physically attractive, sure, but his stink... it was more then just the rank bacteria in the man's orifices, it was just as much his mind that stunk. He was blunt because he knew whatever he asked, he'd get it. His physique demanded it, his looks forced it.

Kaye wanted to kill him.

He leaned forward onto the table. His stink magnified with every inch he took in her direction. He folded his arms in front of him with a half cocked smile. His blind rage at the world shocking her, putting her off. He hated everyone, saw no reason not to manipulate them to his own pleasure, and he was gonna do the same with her. Good, this madman's life needed to be ended.

He raised his arm and the barkeep came over almost immediately, refilling her drink in a preprogrammed motion. This guy was pulling all the tricks, and the bar's owner was used to it. Anyone with common sense knew he was a player, and he embraced that.

"I see you in here every day," He laughed, his face taking this pseudo-compassionate shape, like he actually cared. "You're always alone. These other women, these, scruffy, ignorant automatic sacks of meat that claim humanity, but hardly even realize what it means to go to the toilet... meaningless, uninteresting... but you, you're just so different. I know you hear this and think '****', but I'm only being honest. What I want from you is a single night, so I can say I did. Tomorrow I'll leave you alone, or I'll stay, what happens after that is up to you."

She chuckled, it was amazing. This guy wasn't even trying to fake his way through this, he knew what he wanted, and he knew how to get it, telling her outright. She hadn't seen anyone this blunt since her old commander. At this point she was almost missing that ****. Her grin changed to a very shy smirk, as she drank the shot the man had given her. ****.. she wanted to go home...

He charmingly cocked his head. "You look lonely, you know. Almost sad, I can take care of that."

That's when it hit her, the dizzyness. Her eyes went wide and her pupils dilated. She looked down at the shot glass and pushed it off the table. The **** drugged her.

He leaned back, folding his arms. Smiling, chuckling, internally. He stood up, walked over to her, forced her to stand, and started walking her out of the bar. She tried to reach for her gun but didn't have any energy.

"Had a bit to much to drink, huh?"

How had I... not known... paying close attention to his... thought process... He must have been... covering it up somehow... I got to into my... own memories... shouldn't have... thought about Bix, old superior... wait... Bix... She looked up at the scruffy, smelly man carrying her out. looks... just like him...

Everything went black.