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After he sent the message over the comms, Splicer relaxed back at the DJ booth and closed his eyes, losing himself to the beats of the music... Alex would have been happy here... he thought, remembering one of the people who had helped him with the idea, but wasn't with them anymore.

Down the street and around one of the many corners of the city, stands a large building. Four floors worth to be exact, of what could have been a warehouse, or an office building of sorts. Now however, the windows are tinted, and there’s a big neon sign up front with the words “Hunter’s Pad”. The black double doors of this building are never locked, for the owner of the place wants anyone who wishes to come and enjoy themselves at any time. Agent 779, code name Splicer, has been hard at work, making a place that people can come and hang out at.

The place works as both a club, and an arcade, so anyone of any age group can just come to relax and enjoy themselves. Granted the place only has water, it was meant as a hangout spot for those who wanted somewhere else to relax aside from the options already available to them on the ship.

The fourth floor is reserved for his home, where he can be reached easily through the comm. system if you ever need him for anything. The third floor holds the Arcade, where he hooked up and fixed many of the machines that he could get his hands on and uploaded his vast collection of games unto different styles of arcade style machines including but not limited to driving/flying sims, shooters, fighters, rpg’s, fps’, survival etc. The second floor was made into a lounge of sorts. Couches he brought up with some help and tables set in a comfortable black and blue futuristic space style. It’s meant for mingling or to just kick back for a few.

The first floor is where the magic happens, a dance floor large enough for a large party and a DJ booth where he usually throws some electronic beats but is not opposed to getting requests for specific styles of music. The music never stops, whether he’s at the booth or not. Why limit people’s fun when he’s sleeping? There’s monitoring and an automated system on the booth for when he’s not around as well as a security system.

The basement has a game area of sorts as well as the supply room where he tries to keep things stocked. The items usually kept there are extra water, snacks (which are used sparingly between shore leaves), as well as normal establishment supplies like napkins, table cloths, holiday decorations and other miscellaneous items.

Anyone’s welcome to crash if they need to, and anyone’s welcome to have a good time at Hunter’s Pad!

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"Subs?" Nope, Soren had never heard of subs. "Yes, someone mentioned the library to me before. Information stored electronically, supposedly much more efficient than keeping books around."

He waved a hand in annoyance; couldn't these advanced civilizations create viewing devices that at least replicated the feel of books? Looking at these screens gave him a headache.

"Well. Where I come from, most are footsoldiers. Or mounted units. We had ships, but certainly not flying ones."

"Yup, submarines. They were vehicles that could traverse underwater. Eventually they became advance enough to reach the deepest depths of the oceans and such. Eventually they even made some capable of diving in harsh conditions like magma, acid and other such environments."

He chuckled and nodded, "I actually prefer a good ol' comic book myself, but I don' mind readin' stuff electronically. You can store an entire set of encyclopedia and then some in an electronic medium. So instead of moving from book to book, you get it all in one device. You'll get used to it, really."

"So I take it it was more of a medieval scene then? Swords, spears, halberds, horses and such?"

Will wonders never cease. "And no doubt mankind used them to ever-more-efficiently kill each other. Still, to imagine a vessel capable of descending to such depths..."

"I suppose I must get used to them. If I want to access any of the information there, anyway." But he didn't have to be happy about it. "...What is a comic book?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm a mage by trade, and I served in the Greil Mercenaries as tactician." He sighed. "We had more than enough problems without adding insects from... from space."

"Yeah that, and exploration and discovery. They're actually pretty neat, specially on expeditions to water based planets."

"There's quite a bit, and if you want to know more, that's the place to start and end really." At the question he raised an eyebrow and smiled. "It's sorta like a story book? But not... it has sequential art and each panel is a different scene depicting what's happening. It was meant more for teenagers and such. Just another entertainment venue really, I enjoy collecting them."

"And what is it that mankind discovered by delving so deep? Gods and goddesses? Underwater palaces? Creatures best left undiscovered?" There were stories and legends of what might lie in the deepest reaches of the oceans and earth, but certainly no one on Tellius had been able to verify them.

Soren raised an eyebrow. "You collect childrens' books? How eccentric." Well, to each his own.

"Different things actually. If I were to start telling you of all the things, I'd be here all day. But you could say all of the above?" Specially depending on the planets they went to.

At the last statement he laughed, "Yeah you could say that. They're actually pretty cool, at least I think so."

Soren had suggested those things out of skepticism rather than any real belief that any of them might be real, but apparently they were. At least where Splicer came from.

"Well. I suppose you're not the first soldier with an odd hobby." For example, Haar's was sleeping on the job. In any case, he stood. "...perhaps I should head to the library after all. It appears I have much to catch up on."

"Sounds like a good idea, but hey, if you ever need a place to relax or whatever. You're welcome here anytime kay?" And the duded definitely looked like he could use some relaxing and letting go.

"Name's Splicer, or at least that's my code name. Nice meetin' ya man." He did a relaxed salute to the new guy.

~~SOREN WILL NEVER RELAX~~

Soren nodded politely in return. "I'll keep that in mind, thank you. Er, Splicer."

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