Post by Aceron on Apr 22, 2014 23:45:36 GMT -8
The Hub was the usual 'giant robot' hangout. This was to say, any robot larger than the average Pangol was considered giant. Either way, they hung out here at Coal's pub, because that was as close to home as many of the local Cybertronians would ever get.
The Hub was open to the street with a multi-layered, corrugated metal sheet roof held up by some metal beaming and concrete pillars reinforced with rebar. After several of the pillars had been taken out by bar brawls and traffic accidents, Coal had swapped out the metal poles for some solid concrete, and despite the chipped and faded appearance of the round pillars, they were still holding up pretty good.
The bar interior was usually dim but illuminated by under-counter lighting and some cheap lamps suspended from the rafters above. Adding to the light were some holo-vid TVs, also suspended from the ceiling, usually broadcasting the news, two sports channels (strider races and gladiator fights), and the weather network which doubled as the spaceport schedule channel. Ceiling fans rotated steadily overhead, and the various refrigeration systems thrummed comfortably in the background.
And there were always patrons, day and night. Most of them were Cybertronian, unique in their looks and function. Some were old enough to remember Cybertron before the war, but a good many of them were sparked off-world and only learned of their planet of origin through newsnets and stories. No matter the past though, everyone here in the city of Intybus was an ex-pat, and that was usually enough to have in common.
The proprietor of the Hub was a big green-and-grey mech named Coal. At 23 feet high and a third of that wide, he imposing enough to act as the bar's owner and bouncer, nevermind the bartender as well. He had help of course, in the form of three little floater droids that looked like metal jellyfish. Each of the drones had a name, too: the large black one was named Dhole, the medium-sized grey one was Leng, and the little silver one was Tcho-tcho.
It was raining today, as it usually did as Intybus was a coastal city near the equator. That meant hot, muggy temperatures and constant wet. But the roof of the Hub provided a nice, dry respite from the damp, so the pub was packed with mechs and femmes alike who were looking to fuel up a little before heading off on whatever kept them in town. Coal was behind the bar doing chores as usual, and the jukebox -- which hadn't started up on its own yet, as it was wont to do on occasion -- was silent. TV noise made up most of the immediate noise, followed by the ambiance of the Pangol traffic puttering outside. The black droid, Dhole, was occupied with sweeping trash out of the gutters that separated the rain water from the slightly raised floor of the common room.
Just another day...
The Hub was open to the street with a multi-layered, corrugated metal sheet roof held up by some metal beaming and concrete pillars reinforced with rebar. After several of the pillars had been taken out by bar brawls and traffic accidents, Coal had swapped out the metal poles for some solid concrete, and despite the chipped and faded appearance of the round pillars, they were still holding up pretty good.
The bar interior was usually dim but illuminated by under-counter lighting and some cheap lamps suspended from the rafters above. Adding to the light were some holo-vid TVs, also suspended from the ceiling, usually broadcasting the news, two sports channels (strider races and gladiator fights), and the weather network which doubled as the spaceport schedule channel. Ceiling fans rotated steadily overhead, and the various refrigeration systems thrummed comfortably in the background.
And there were always patrons, day and night. Most of them were Cybertronian, unique in their looks and function. Some were old enough to remember Cybertron before the war, but a good many of them were sparked off-world and only learned of their planet of origin through newsnets and stories. No matter the past though, everyone here in the city of Intybus was an ex-pat, and that was usually enough to have in common.
The proprietor of the Hub was a big green-and-grey mech named Coal. At 23 feet high and a third of that wide, he imposing enough to act as the bar's owner and bouncer, nevermind the bartender as well. He had help of course, in the form of three little floater droids that looked like metal jellyfish. Each of the drones had a name, too: the large black one was named Dhole, the medium-sized grey one was Leng, and the little silver one was Tcho-tcho.
It was raining today, as it usually did as Intybus was a coastal city near the equator. That meant hot, muggy temperatures and constant wet. But the roof of the Hub provided a nice, dry respite from the damp, so the pub was packed with mechs and femmes alike who were looking to fuel up a little before heading off on whatever kept them in town. Coal was behind the bar doing chores as usual, and the jukebox -- which hadn't started up on its own yet, as it was wont to do on occasion -- was silent. TV noise made up most of the immediate noise, followed by the ambiance of the Pangol traffic puttering outside. The black droid, Dhole, was occupied with sweeping trash out of the gutters that separated the rain water from the slightly raised floor of the common room.
Just another day...