@Kiwiwiwi "Well, if we aren't a great of pirates, we're a group of mercenaries. I'm pretty sure that you all aren't looking for fun adventures and helping out the Britannia Empire. How much money are we going to make from that letter?" Alexandra asked. She looked around for something interesting to look at. Unfortunately, the dark, smelly bar had nothing interesting except its putrid smell and barely passable food.

She still couldn't believe she had to wear a wax seal. She personally didn't give a damn about any of this, she just needed to make some money to get herself and her family out of debt. All she wanted was that letter of marque, aka her ticket to earning money.

@GranmotherPandi It is a pleasure to meet you Viper William said as he reached to shake Viper's hand, his hand was massive compared to her's due to the armor he wore, he couldn't smell the putrid bar around him as judging by his comrade's reactions, it smelled like shit, worst than shit. like the worst smell able thing in the world, covered in shit.

Though one thing was on William's mind, everyone but her had gone by a nickname, was she trying to hide something?, I have a question, what's you're name? Will couldn't help but ask, he always was very curious, even though his curiosity sometimes lead him into trouble.

The mechanical whir of metallic limbs moving walked into the bar, the glowing eyes of a thin and small robotic being scanned the area before walking towards other who seemed to be here for the same reason as he was. In his hand was the flier that had brought him here. Though naked, he had no genitalia and was covered with a backpack full of various medical supplies and different hands that were designed to be different medical appliances. Still, it waited, like a statue before growing impatient, or so it seemed and moved to talk to someone nearby.
"I am Kant, or, at least I have assumed the name. What do you call yourself?" The gender neutral voice soothingly voiced.

Traveler-59 made it's way to the bar, a bit late it seems. A group at a table with a sign designating that this Headhunter fellow would be there. Even separated from it's previous group by years, old habits emerged. Observe: Seven. Conversing. One machine. Two organics, inhabiting shells. Several organics merged with machine. Organics appear Human. Traveler was lost in thought briefly before it remembered it's purpose of being here, an opportunity to employ it's skill set and the camaraderie it missed from the past. After a brief check to ensure it appears human, no need to reveal it's alien nature now, it headed towards the group. "Room for one more?"

@Lurking Shadow "Plenty, unless ye a gunner."

@Lurking Shadow "Nah this one must be part of the boarding party, or maybe they got me a cooking assistant!"

D'ren leaned against the back of a chair acting a silent drunk, sipping a whiskey bottle. He eyed the newcomers carefully, but made sure nobody noticed. After sizing everyone up, he started to saunter away, back toward the bar, gazing up at the TV in the upper corner. He stumbled into a man as he slid his chair back to stand up.

"Oh sorry, mate," D'ren said, "perhaps ye should cast a glance behind ye once in awhile, yeah?"

The much larger human stood up, his bulk towering over D'ren by almost a foot. The large man's two friends stood up too; they appeared nearly as muscular, but not as keen to fight.

The brute said, "You bumped into me, Mick."

D'ren pursed his lips and nodded slowly, looking away. He grinned as he turned his green eyes back up to the man. "What did ya call me?"

With a snarling half-smile, the man leaned down. "You're a pale, yellow-bellied Mick who's had more brown than he can handle."

His buddies chuckled. D'ren nodded. "I mean, that's very colorful." His feigned drunkenness ebbed away. "Pale, yellow, brown. Let's see if we can add some red in there!"

As he said this, someone turned up some Irish music on the classic jukebox in the opposite corner of the bar.

The Irishman launched his booted foot up toward his groin, but the brute caught it. No matter, because the brown bottle was coming down against the bald bastard's temple. Shattering and sending the whiskey and glass shards everywhere, D'ren turned to meet the bully's charging companions.

"Yeah!" D'ren shouted, "Now this is a party!"

@Infamous Empath@Lurking ShadowVescalla laughed at the blonde but as she did so she heard some music being turned up and some yelling and looked to see D'ren getting into a bar fight.
"Oh bloody ell!" she yelled across the room.

Kaneda looked over as the Irish music began to play on the background and D'ren looked as if he was going to get the party started.

"Only a matter of time ladies and gents, let's give our buddy here some back up, things like this usually begin to escalate quickly!" He said as he met one of the men attacking D'ren. Kaneda ran swiftly to his side and slid on the floor kicking the man to D'ren's left in the shins and tripping him but not knocking him out.

He then saw a man lifting a bottle by the neck, probably just a patron of the bar looking for some excitement in his life. Kaneda met that challenge by getting back up to his feet and throwing a high knee to the mans jaw. He then looked around to see more of the people in the bar stand up from their seats their faces stern, drunk and full of pent up rage.

"What happened to the interview?" Alexandra yelled. A full out brawl broke out, with drunken people hitting each other while Irish music played in the background. Alexandra had no idea what was going on and just sat there, watching everyone pummel each other to the ground.

@Infamous Empath"Bloody buggars." Vescalla said as she pushed through the onslaught of drunken patrons as she moved to where the fight had started. With D'ren. "The hell you doin startn a bar fight?", she said though she still fought off patrons.(which was easy considering it was flesh against metal.)

@luna558 "They bloody started it." D'ren stopped mid-punch and smirked at her. "So where are you from anyway?"

His opponent took this opportunity to pummel him. D'ren staggered back, holding his busted lip. Then he took out his handgun and shot the man in the face. Everyone - at least all of the drunken brawlers - sobered up and stared at D'ren.

"Sod off," he told them. They complied.

@Infamous Empath"Scottland, me mums Scottish but me dads Irish" Vescalla said unfazed by the fact he had just shot a man and blood was all over the bar behind him. "Where are ye from?"

@Infamous Empath Was that really necessary? William asked D'ren as he stepped over the corpse of a drunkard, now not only did the bar smell like shit, it also smelled like corpses, Killing people over a insult? he added, William had avoided the drunken brawl, he wasn't going to hurt himself or others for a fight he didn't start himself.

What a waste of life he thought in his head.

@Warborn123"Sometimes it's necessary, sometimes it's easier, sometimes it's just more fun." Vescalla said chuckling. @Infamous Empath

He looked at William, for the first time since he'd entered the bar, with a serious, sober countenance. "Ye know, first chance I get, I might kill you. Just because I can." He smirked.

D'ren turned to V, for that was what he was going to call her from now on. "I'm from Ireland, V." He put his arm around her shoulder and looked at the others in the party. "I'm a gun for hire, and a pretty damn good fighter. Plus I'm pretty good at crossword puzzles. Now can we finish the rest of this 'interview' on a ship, before the bobbies show up?"

@Infamous Empath Kaneda finished up two more men before he heard the gun shot.

"Party crasher." He said to D'ren, "but since death is now established and I wasn't the one to start it, I think I might join in, I have a chef to 'talk to' in the back if you know what I'm saying." He said giving air quotes and making his way into the back in the kitchen cracking his knuckles and making his way to dispatch the chef from ever serving that shit he called food again.

"Hey there, don't run, I just want to talk!" He yelled as he took out his gun and shot the thing in the hands, "you give us good chefs a bad name." He then walked back into the room, "ahhhh, so when do we leave?"

Alexandra sighed. "This is why you don't have interviews at bars." She sat there, reading a book and waiting for the fighting to stop so they could just continue the interview already. How long will it take to get some money around here?