Liquid Swords

[Neskar A'toll]

MEANWHILE ON ROON

Neskar glared through his helmet at the receptionist.

"What do you mean I need an appointment? Appointment? Appoint my arsehole! Tell him I'm here!"

He was only a little bit drunk.

"Sir, you need prior appro-"

"My fist needs prior approval to punch you in the face, that doesn't mean I won't do it cos you say I can't!" He snarled. Taking a step back, Neskar sat back in the chair and glared. He had only been there for an hour, and he had plenty of patience.

[member="Salem Norongachi"]

 

[Salem Norongachi]

It wasn't difficult to hear [member="Neskar A'toll"]. The door to his office was only four inches of solid synthwood, after all. The Lord Marshall moved toward the entrance to his office and pulled it open. The seating area beyond was filled with bodies, Generals, Senators, Businessmen. They all looked up like he was sure to pick them, that they deserved to be seen first. They were that damn important.

"Deloris," He began to the prim, stoney faced, receptionist that was his sentinel against the masses. "Cancel my afternoon appointments." With that he grabbed his jacket off a hook behind the door and stepped out into the reception area, he looked at the Mercenary as he slipped the dark fabric on.

"Drink?"

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Expectant faces of the important candidates turned to sheer abhorrence as the bounty hunter rose steadily out of the seat, marching towards Salem's office. The candidates had looked at him as if he smelt or something; still, Neskar was in his armour which wasn't exactly the most air conditioned unit around. And so, he trekked his way across the office towards Salem. He had been there for about an hour, if not more for those guards out front. Yeah, he dealt with them, getting in their way. He had a civil conversation and explained exactly why he was there and so they let him in; Neskar isn't a psycho, you fucks.

Back to the matter at hand.

"You're god damn right I'll have a drink. Something substantial."

As Neskar met with Salem, he shot a steely glare to the receptionist, the bulwark that had thwarted his advances so far.

"Shall we go in?"

[member="Salem Norongachi"]