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The Leaky Servo


Bearly In Charge
Nexus GM

The Leaky Servo

"Welcome, traveler, to the Leaky Servo. For a story or a truth, refreshment can be yours," – Xilunexus, propietor.

Nestled somewhere in the upper reaches of wayfarer's point—or perhaps somewhere in it's bowels, no one stumbling out drunk is quite sure—lies The Leaky Servo.

At the end of an unassuming hallway much like every other hallway in Wayfarer's Point, awaits a set of grand double doors. These doors are imposingly tall, made of pure white metal alloys with golden veins crisscrossing beneath the surface. To their side, forever placid, lies the calm holographic visage of the blue haired human-seeming woman who owns the establishment. Merely walk on up, tell her something you know, and those magnificent doors will simply silently evaporate to grant you entry.

The Leaky Servo is a singular kind of bar, for a singular kind of locale. Wayfarer's point most popular, and perhaps best stocked, entertaintment venue; Within the Leaky Servo all manner of refreshment fine and pedestrian can be found.

Owned by Xilunexus, the core AI of the resident Va'nyrian contigent, the bar caters to all tastes for the low price of information. Be it a joke, a sad story, a common statement of fact from wherever you're from; Simply sharing a small token bit of knowledge gets you in the door. The bar is equipped with both the best accoutrements Va'nyrian civilization has to offer in the arena of getting intoxicated, and also features all of the necessary diversion instruments to keep a varied multiversal clientele occupied. Holographic displays, heated chairs, massage chairs, anything and everything can be found here.

Whether your fancy is a game of pool from Earth, or Fltaztergan like they do in Oniva IX, The Leaky Servo can accommodate you. Once you've been allowed in the door, all you need to do is voice your needs in a way that the proprietor can understand is directed at her, and they'll be met. Whether you're looking for private seating within it's mind-boggingly large interior, or need a boxing ring to settle a bet; Your needs are a whisper away from fulfillment. For reasons no one is quite sure of, this particular venue within Wayfarer's Point seems to shift and rearrange itself with the same ease as the rest of Nexus City.

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"What do you mean, 'you're supposed to give a fact before you can come in here?'" Zéros leaned his arm against the table, letting his weight shift to one foot, and stared at the girl with utter bewilderment. "I haven't said a word to any hologram since I found this place, and I certainly never plan to."

Kitty sighed, shaking her head slightly. "She must have got it somehow, or we wouldn't be talking. Honestly, I wish we weren't talking.... Why—out of all the people—did you choose to follow me around?"

The dragon boy snickered. "Who else was I expected to follow, Cat? You're the most familiar face in here. Besides, I know what makes you tick." He grinned, showing his teeth.

She glared at him when he used her "nickname;" the expression only deepened at his smile. "Go away, dragon-breath. I left your world specifically because I didn't want to see you ever again." With a dismissive wave, Kitty shooed him.

Zéros yawned and plopped down in the chair to her left. Kitty scowled and tried to ignore him. He was incorrigible!

Lila Renn

Hell on Earth.
The Most Random of Powers GM
Destrier strolled in to the Leaky Servo. Bored as hell of course, why else would he be here? He slipped into a chair at the bar, taking a small cup of wine from the robot. He took a sip from it glancing around at everyone else. God was he thirsty. He smiled at a few of the people here, trying to be positive. As he always was.


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"So much sand!" Sierra grumbled to herself as she trudged into the bar. Sand permeated her clothing, built up in the creases of her knees and elbows, and probably in her underwear as well. She couldn't feel it in her left arm, per se, but she could feel how it slowed down the servos in her joints.

Her camisole was drenched in blood, presumably her own from an unmistakable knife wound just below her right shoulder. From the look of the blood, it must have happened within the last hour, but the wound already looked like it had healed by a few days.

She sat down at a table and spoke to the bar itself. "Can I get something hard to drink, a few napkins, and a pen?" As the establishment complied, Sierra took out a notebook, ruffled the pages to free a surprising amount of sand from it, and then opened to the first free page. She picked up the pen and scrawled a few notes.

Buy a hijab
Bodyguard can handle a knife.
Fled to East of rift.

Sierra regarded the list while taking a swig of a brown liquid, and then double-underlined the bit about the hijab.

As she continued to take notes of her recent failure, Sierra began to plan her next move.
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Big Brother

Grand Confessor
Chronicles of the Omniverse GM
The doors to the Leaky Servo opened up, and standing in the doorway was a striking blonde woman, adorned in a black uniform like attire. The uniform was form fitting, with collar pips, and a leather sam browne style belt with shoulder strap that moved across her uniform shirt. She was still harried, and somewhat unsettled from the abrupt landing, but for the most part she had began to regain her composure, no thanks to the help of a good Samaritan.

She took a step inside, and let her right hand come to rest on a holstered, sleek looking weapon, it was resting in a non threatening manner, more like resting her arm on the stock of the weapon as she took stock of the inside of this strange establishment.

Her shimmering, unsettling blue eyes took in the array of tables in front of her, she seemed to be searching for an empty table, but then her eyes settled on the bar itself, there seemed to be a few empty stools as well.

"I wonder if they have Ambrosia." She mused to herself, as she started to approach the bar.


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Sierra looked up from her notebook as a blonde walked into the bar. She was sharply dressed, perhaps a military or police dress uniform. The girl decided to close and stow her notebook for the time being, at least until she was sure what was going on with this broad. She instantly wished that her tank top was not soaked in blood, because that might draw too many questions.

Sierra turned her injured shoulder away from the woman to attempt to avoid questions and turned her attention to her mechanical arm. She flexed it, noting the grinding in the joints. Again addressing the establishment, she said, "Can I get a #2 screwdriver, a bottle of machine oil, and acid brush, and some compressed air? Oh, and maybe a new shirt."

Upon receiving her items, Sierra excused herself to the restroom. She removed her camisole and stood topless before the mirror so she could get a good look at the cut. Even in the time since she'd entered the servo, it had significantly improved in appearance. After turning on the tap and tuning it to just the right temperature, she rinsed her top in the sink and then used a relatively clean patch of it to remove the sand from the creases in her torso and to wipe the dried blood from around the now mostly-closed wound. She tossed the camisole in the trash and looked at the shirt that the Servo had gotten her. It was just a white cotton tee shirt, which was fine, but without the camisole, her bosom was going to be unsupported. "Luckily they're not that big," she grumbled as she put it on and returned to her seat.

The woman still seemed to be here, and was seemingly paying no mind to the young woman. Keeping one eye on the militant at all times, Sierra proceeded to use the acid brush to remove sand from the bearing surfaces in her arm. "Fucking sand," she muttered again as she worked.

Big Brother

Grand Confessor
Chronicles of the Omniverse GM
The woman took another step forward, the place was strange to say the least. But so was this entire realm, or world, or whatever this place was called, the Leaky Servo. Even though a simple piece of information got her through the doors, why did whatever ran this establishment want to know something so mundane as the name of Langara's sister planet? It didn't matter. With a keen sense of her surroundings, Marlene watched a woman at the bar get a few things, and excuse herself to the restroom.

Marlene's feet deftly avoided a chair that was scooted just too far back as her eyes followed Sierra to the restroom, long enough for the Director to slide into the stool at the bar coincidentally next to the stool Sierra sat at, while a bottle of Sparkling Leonis Estates Ambrosia, and a deck of Triad cards materialized out of seemingly nowhere at the bar, along with a small box of Caprican Imperial Fumerellos, thick, cigars that had an acrid, yet complex scent of a tobacco like plant. She cracked a slight smile as she opened the box, and pulled one out, running it across the underside of her nose, inhaling it deeply, and savoring the unique aroma. It so much reminded her of home.

"Let me get a Gyro plate, with fresh Aerilonian lamb." The woman called out, only to have a hot plate of Gyros materialize in front of her. She nodded in approval before casting a sidelong glance over towards Sierra as she returned to her spot.

"I couldn't help but notice you keep watching me." She chided. "Is there something on my face? Something I can help you with?" She asked, bringing the glass of sweet, emerald green Ambrosia to her lips. All while the soft scent of vanilla, with odd, yet sweet floral notes mixed with a strong alcoholic licorice and herbal anise odor filled the immediate air around her.
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Sierra worked hard to avoid meeting her new acquaintance's gaze.

You make me uncomfortable, Sierra responded in her head. Of course she couldn't say that, though. Social graces aside, such a comment would warrant only further suspicion from the law. Still, she knew she had to respond somehow.

"Your hair," she said, still working at removing grit from her mechanics. "It is lovely. I could not help but stare. I apologize if it made you uncomfortable." The half-lie hung in the air for a bit; Sierra was fond of the woman's hair, but it was definitely not the reason she kept an eye on the woman.

Just keep your head down, Sierra encouraged herself. She has no reason to suspect you of anything.

Finally getting all of the sand she could reach within her joints, the rogue held up her hand and tested the surfaces. "Much better," she sighed with content. It was at that moment that the girl caught a whiff of the lamb and her stomach betrayed her.

The girl responded by throwing back her drink. Don't overdo it, Sierra, she warned herself.

Big Brother

Grand Confessor
Chronicles of the Omniverse GM
Marlene quietly raised an eyebrow, the drink brought to her lips once more as she took a sip, enjoying the flavors, and the aromas. She swallowed and slowly placed the glass back down on the bar. It was clear she didn't buy it, but it didn't matter in the grand scheme of things.

"I just use an herbal shampoo." She remarked, picking up the gyro, and taking a bite, pausing a moment to thoughtfully chew, and then dabbing at her mouth with the napkin.

"When you have genetics like mine, you don't need to overdo it with cosmetics." She said with a soft smile. "I'm not wearing much makeup either." She added, before she extended her hand. "I'm Marlene." She said. "A little lost, and a lot of irritated, amazing what far flung hellholes a malfunctioning Hybrid drive can take you." She remarked, taking another drink from her glass.

"I come from the Aschen Empire, have you heard of it?" Marlene asked, swiveling on her barstool to face Sierra fully, one hand resting on the bar counter, the other holding her glass of Ambrosia.


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"I'm not wearing any makeup," Sierra replied.

Of course, that was obvious. Under normal circumstances, the rogue was actually pretty attractive, but right now she was a mess. Even despite her recent whore's bath, there were some vestiges of sweat-caked sand in the creases of her eyes and the folds of her neck. She also had not noticed the bit of blood that had spattered up from her shoulder and which landed behind her ear only to also become coated with sand. Misaki was also obviously tired, and the faint purple of exhaustion was showing around her eyes.

"But I think I'd like to try your shampoo sometime." The rogue's silken black hair framed her face, and even with the fine sand which had worked its way into it, it was still quite lovely. In fact, the silica dust almost gave it a glittery quality which, to some, might have been charming.

But Marlene did not seem the type to be charmed by untidiness. Still, Sierra was not aware of the degree to which her disheveled countenance stood out, and her comments were made unironicly.

"Anyway, I can't say I've ever heard of the Ash Empire," the girl answered. She was incorrect in her pronunciation, but she was not lying. "My name is Sierra, and I was raised right here in Nexus."

Real name, Misaki?! What the fuck is wrong with you? she chided herself.

"I guess, perhaps, that 'raised' is not quite the right word. I raised myself for the last two decades."

The orphan raised her hand as though she were calling a waiter and her drink was refreshed. "Can I also get some of those gyros?" she inquired out loud. As the bar served her food, Sierra explained herself to Marlene. "Sorry, those smelled delightful."

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Big Brother

Grand Confessor
Chronicles of the Omniverse GM
Quietly, Marlene stifled a chuckle as she took yet another sip while regarding Sierra for a moment. " And you look like you've seen better days to be honest." Marlene remarked, taking a brief glance to the outside of the bar, taking in the wider Nexus outside.

"Well, I don't know about this place, but my ship has running water." She said, the sand not escaping the woman's notice. The best thing to get Intel out of the locals was a small dash of kindness. But it didn't matter to the Director either way. She had the entire cruiser to herself after passing through the veil and could use the company.

She finished the last of her ambrosia only to have another materialize in front of her.

"The food and drink here is on point."

"Oh and it's 'Uh-SHEn' Empire." Marlene corrected on the pronunciation, though she too knew the origin of the name, a society risen from the ashes multiple times to conquer the stars. She produced a small rectangular golden coin, on one side a phoenix and the other alien looking text, she slid it forward on the bar, even though the currency here was information.

Still she pulled out a small leather wallet, inside a stylized Phoenix badge could be seen pinned inside the wallet, along with a driver license where the word "Caprica" could be made out, and another ID card that bore a logo similar to the Badge, upon the card were the words "Ministry of Defense, Imperial Intelligence Agency."

Marlene shuffled some banknotes, tossing them on the bar before closing her wallet and sliding it into her breast pocket.

"The Gyros are lovely, they used an old Tauron recipe, I'm surprised seeing as, well nevermind." Marlene said with a smile.

"So I'm guessing you wound up here much like I did, found a way out yet?" She asked, her unsettling blue eyes shimmering slightly, before fading to a more normal shade of blue.