The Serpent and the Soldier
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Skippy's Fern Bar
Solaris VII, Federated Commonwealth
June 15, 3049
0320 Hours
Done stacking the last of the chairs and cleaning the last of the mugs, Blair sat alone at the edge of the bar in an unusually foul mood. Business had been brisk for a Thursday night, Silesia Sector's recent "Thursday Night Fights" had turned out to be a big draw. "Frisky" Frank Jimenez had managed to pilot his Grasshopper to best "Captain Jack" Tulane, turning his well-known and well-feared Stalker, Furnace, into one. The upset cost quite a few people quite a few c-bills. Despite having come out ahead on that bet, Blair couldn't shake a sour feeling in the pit of his stomach.
As the saloon doors swung open, Blair quickly realized why. Doffing an olive green cap, a stern faced man with hard blue eyes scanned the empty bar, long trained to assess a room's potential threats before proceeding. The man was the kind of tall that impressed women, but didn't intimidate men; in impeccable shape despite being being at least ten years Blair's senior, and possessing an air of authority that is earned from more than just leading from behind a desk.
"Kommandant Kolb. I gotta say, I never expected to see you again. Not after Trellisane." Without looking up, Blair downed the rest of his drink, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
Kolb, sauntering past some booths, slides a finger to collect dust, like a surly drill sergeant."Colonel, I have to say, the civilian life ... it doesn't suit you."
"It suits my life expectancy just fine." Blair retorted. "What brings you back to Solaris? And don't say it's my PPCs. Everyone knows I can't mix for bunk."
The Kommandant laughed dryly, nodding. "It is your life I am here for. Yours, and the lives of potentially the whole of the Commonwealth." The laughter drained from his eyes, leaving only that stark stare. "By the order of Marshall Grissom Miller of the Department of Mercenary Relations", Kolb began, pulling a data pad out from his breast pocket, "I am hereby re-instituting your contract."
Blair quickly scanned over the datapad, and clicked his teeth with his tongue. "Remind me to have a talk with my lawyer." Blair chuckled in spite of himself. "I do hope you know what you're paying for. My team has been disbanded for a long time. All you're getting is me."
"Do not sell yourself short, Colonel." Kolb drew in a breath and raised his shoulders, giving him an even more impressive silhouette. "Besides, we have a team waiting for you."
Blair cocked his head to the side. "Waiting where, exactly?"
"New Ivaarsen, Colonel. We believe the Dragon has awoken."
Edited by Blair, 25 November 2012 - 12:14 PM.