(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSHpzlTj0RCU_lHFINhjhDOyIeWIvjo__Hcf32_vUIdd-muv7Rhxw)<br/><br/>Babs<br/>2519, present day<br/>Location - The Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown, Persephone<br/>Tagging – Them that’s having a chat….you know who you are.<br/><br/>Bab’s was never a one to go a beggin’ funny thing was she was sure she knew some o’ the folks in the bar. Twas a bit like when that maths stuff made sense or that science shite fell together like them petals in the air or the patterns in the black, or the sand and the mud. Her large dark eyes closed once more and then she looked again; there was no real new revelation, it happened. The strangest matter was that it usually happened around particular ships… mostly older ones with a history an’ a soul.<br/><br/>Her nostrils twitched a little then as her head tilted to one side as if trying to catch the various conversations and pick out those that might be of interest and would carry her to her doom or fated fame or a little of both, at least the ones that were travellers in the black. Them that knew serenity in more than a million ways…<br/><br/>Taking another swig from her glass as she took in the denizens of the bar, the slight woman thought and  in the process took in  one direction seemed to offer a face or two that might be recognisable. Memories could be strange things and some what elusive, kind of like a companions dress…<br/><br/>After yet another quick swig for some Dutch courage, Babette  padded over, she had a grace, well might have with training, and large boots hardly helped the situation. Actually though it could be the noise of the bar this woman has the soft step of one o’ them silent types. I was not noticeable unless one was trained in it…that was the point.<br/><br/>Wiping her nose with a slightly dirty rag the young woman smiled, though it was a little difficult to tell, what with her clothing and the like whether she was a pretty young woman or a very pretty boy. Her age appeared indeterminate too.  Well the fact was she could be a fresh faced youth, but to take a look into her eyes was something very different. She had that thousand yard stare that many veterans still held.<br/><br/><strong>“Hey ya’ll ya' got place fer me and me littleuns?”</strong>two pink noses appeared over her shoulder they were flicked and the long looking rodents disappeared.<strong> “I can work ‘ard. I don’t ruttin’lie, and I aint learn’d ta fly me a ship. An’as for the killin’ ya never kill fellas that owns the ship or them that’s on’em less they is (insert mandarin slang)”</strong>Bab’s downed the rest of her drink, flicking her eyes between each of them.<strong>“Well the names Babette, what ya’ll got to loose…I can sign on the ruttin’ dotted line or ya can give me an interview. So who wants ta’by alady a drink?”</strong><br/><br/>For all her size girl had balls bigger than most men. Yet one would never have known but a few minutes before.<br/><br/>All Babs wanted was at worst a flight, at best a job...that paid.<br/><br/><br/><br/><em>I am assuming I don’t need to do translations, its not as bad as pikey</em><br/>