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Bogono II - Five Years Ago

Posted Nov. 19, 2019, 9:17 p.m. by Commander Ardashir "Jack" Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) (Steven Sigle)

“I’m telling you Mac, you are never going to get anywhere if you don’t first take care of yourself. First rule of getting laid is to always know you are better than the other person. It’s very simple math here.” said Denis, a tall lean man with a angular face of handsome proportions. He was one of the four co owners of O’Mally’s bar and grill, a frequent watering hole on Bogono II, home of Outpost 94 Delta.

The planet for the past few years had been home of Ardashir Creed, or how he was known undercover as Mas Jarborni. His frequenting of the establishment had little to do with good food, great drinks, or pleasant company. In fact few people would find any of the three to even be remotely true.

“Okay but… I mean should I have my shirt off though? I need your help her man I can’t decide. I haven’t gone on many dates recently, I am not sure what to do here. What about you Frank?” Mac said, himself a large man with a large muscular build and a handsome yet fuzzy demeanor as he glanced over to Frank and Charlie who sat behind from them as they played what seemed to be playing a game of poker with live eels and pickles as the currency.

“I don’t give a crap what you’re wearing you fruit, just be yourself and everything will be fine.” Frank answered, a small portly man who was much older than the others in the group as he gripped his cards tightly before throwing them down. “Full house!” he shouted as he looked across to Charlie, himself a small man but taller than Frank, equally as scruffy as Mac who looked confused as he stared down Frank.

“Wait full house? I have gin.” he said as he showed his cards utterly confused as to what just happened.

“That means I win!” Frank said with a near glee as he began to put the eels into his bucket as he left a pickle in the middle. “Ante up.” he said with a gruff as he placed a cigar in his mouth as he began to light up.

“I don’t even know why you are so worried Mac, the guy is going to like you… don’t listen Dennis he just is angry cause today’s him and Dee’s birthday… speaking of Dee where is the bird?” Charlie asked as he peered past Frank wondering why she wasn’t here yet.

As if on cue, the door slid open as a chime could be heard as Dee and another frequenter of the bar entered, Mas. “Okay nutbags, Mas here needs help and you’re gonna give it to him.” she said as she gathered around the guys to pay attention to him as Mas slid down.

“It’s not needed don’t worry.” Mas said as he reached behind the counter and began grabbing some of the salted nuts he knew Charlie hid behind the pickle jar.

“I would be careful with those, some pesticide might have gotten leaked on them.” Charlie said right as Mas placed a large handful in his mouth before spitting them all out on Dee.

“Hey!” shouted Dee as she tried to wide the nuts and saliva off of her as everyone seemed to bust out laughing at her plight as they all came around pulling up a seat.

“So, what’s it this time Mas? Did you promise to sell crickets other kidney and found out he already promised it away again?” Frank asked as he began eating the peanuts, seeming to not care whether they had pesticide or not on them.

“What… no no… it’s nothing like that. It’s about that Celina chick, the security girl that arrested me awhile back.” Mas asked as he saw some knowing nods around the room.

“Oh yeah, that stacked Latina girl with the ass that wouldn’t quit, I recall well.” Dennis said as he began ribbing Mac playfully as he got a silent nod of disapproval from the group as he quieted down.

“Well he’s not wrong I will be honest, we had a great arrest day… I mean a great one… she comes by a bit we talk hang out but the spark of that first night… I can’t seem to get it back. I wanna ask her out but I swear every time I try she is busting some perp, or me… so It’s hard to find a chance to really ask. I tried to ask Dee how to ask her out but all she told me was to give it to her good which didn’t help.”

“But you are going to give it to her good right?” Frank asked as they all seemed to stare Mas down.

“Maybe, I don’t know… I haven’t thought to that part. Unlike you clowns I actually kinda like someone more than just a passing booty call. I just don’t know how to make it known. I mean that spark seems to still be there, I have had plenty of chances and she always seems to want to go do something but it always ends in some disaster of a work call.” Mas said as he took a deep breath as he wasn’t sure which direction to go anymore to let her know he truly liked her. He hated the idea it went from a one night stand to friends. He wasn’t expecting booty call status, he truly liked the girl and needed a chance to tell her that.

“Okay, how about you do what I do when I need to spice up my love life with the waitress.” Charlie said as he seemed to have a spark of a smile in him as he seemed to think about the woman he loved.

“You don’t have a love life with the waitress.” Mac said as he looked over at Charlie, Dennis chiming in behind the statement, “If anything you are stalking her.” he said as the group seemed to have a knowing nod that nothing Charlie ever felt about the waitress was anywhere healthy.

“Look if you are wanting romance tips for us on her, we may not be the best… I mean let’s be honest I am a narcissist, Mac is unable to do anything I don’t approve of, Frank is scum of the Earth, Charlie is dumber than a Packled, and Dee is just… well worthless.” Dennis said as he looked at Mas with a sincere nod as he placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I do know if you don’t ask her out soon I will try to bang her so I am giving you 48 hours, then I will make her mine.” Dennis declared as he let go as he grabbed a cup and began pouring a large drink as he slid it over to Mas.

“I really… don’t know why I come here sometimes but somehow this has been helpful… maybe.” Mas said as he took a healthy sip as he put the beer back down. “Okay, thanks… I will tell you what happened tomorrow, but Dennis if you do ever try to sleep with her I will castrate you and feed your own penis to you…” Mas said with a wink as he took out a credit chip as he flipped it at his chest as the crew all looked slightly scared at the statement.

The truth was of course as much as everyone liked Mas, he had a dangerous background. People who worked with him vanished, possible mob connections or worse. No one ever quite knew what he did but they all knew it was dangerous to truly cross the man as he stood up from his stool as he kissed Dee on the cheek and patted Frank on the back as he exited out the pub.

Mas Jarborni (Jack Creed)


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