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Skeleton
- Joined
- Jul 20, 2015
Milky way galaxie, Earth, north hemisphere, near a busy space port was an old town called Peterton, set on the outskirts of the largest city on Earth. A hub for adventurers and bounty hunters alike. Coming in and out of the port were boxes of treasure and dead creatures a like, as well as caged criminals that tried to flee the solar system. Being an adventurer took skill, and a lot of luck. And the ones who were the most skillful or just plain full of luck would take on Vanguard bounties. Toughest and most dangerous bounty request around, these bounties were from high in command and rich personal. These were the ones where one bounty can make anyone live their life the way they wanted. But many adventurers have died taking on these bounties, but those who succeed are well know.
A simple bar near the port called the Ghost is a hangout spot for adventurers. Inside were trophies from adventurers who donated to the bar, pictures of different planet and creatures would decorate the bar. Lines of glasses behind the counter and a large menu of different cocktails and combinations. The bar owner was a large space creature far from the system. About the height of a truck and the strength of one too. Turtle like head with no hair and very rough skin. He was a Cabal, orginally a soldier but retired and opened a bar. Some of the trophies on the wall was his, and the locals knew him well as Glenn. He was taking orders and marking them down to give to his chef in the kitchen. A small, several armed alien with metal parts making up a shell for him. Wore a respirator to help him breath and four eyes crab like head. He was a scavenger or some call them fallen, a race of scavengers that take parts of any kind and use it as clothing, armor, or even material to build their ships. He is good with his hands and makes for taking in many orders at once. Cooking away in the kitchen, the locals love Vats' cooking. Busy was usual, adventurers come in and order food and drinks. No one would start trouble, but it's not just Glenn and Vats are old war pals, but their bartender is the closest to the weapons. "Hey Glenn! Two beers and a Thorn cocktail!"
A simple bar near the port called the Ghost is a hangout spot for adventurers. Inside were trophies from adventurers who donated to the bar, pictures of different planet and creatures would decorate the bar. Lines of glasses behind the counter and a large menu of different cocktails and combinations. The bar owner was a large space creature far from the system. About the height of a truck and the strength of one too. Turtle like head with no hair and very rough skin. He was a Cabal, orginally a soldier but retired and opened a bar. Some of the trophies on the wall was his, and the locals knew him well as Glenn. He was taking orders and marking them down to give to his chef in the kitchen. A small, several armed alien with metal parts making up a shell for him. Wore a respirator to help him breath and four eyes crab like head. He was a scavenger or some call them fallen, a race of scavengers that take parts of any kind and use it as clothing, armor, or even material to build their ships. He is good with his hands and makes for taking in many orders at once. Cooking away in the kitchen, the locals love Vats' cooking. Busy was usual, adventurers come in and order food and drinks. No one would start trouble, but it's not just Glenn and Vats are old war pals, but their bartender is the closest to the weapons. "Hey Glenn! Two beers and a Thorn cocktail!"