Ambrosia Garden Archive
    • A missile shoots through a hidden launcher, and Sapphire learns to fly---out through the window.

    • "Now, that was uncalled for." SilverDragon says to the launcher.

      He sticks a chair leg up the launcher, and returns to his drink, retrieving
      Sapphire's pictures and burning them.

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      Jude's left. sniff
      We'll miss you/are missing you!
      sniff sniff

    • Go SilverDragon! 600 posts!

    • Draco watches sadly as the pictures burn. He liked the ideas on one of them. The ideas, but not the color design. Pink just isn't his color.

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      The dragon awaits no whims but his own...
      Doom, gloom, and things that go boom!!
      Die Voinan Die!!!!!!!

    • Draco wonders what happened to the renegade dude, and looks around for him. He is currently sticking his hand into a little crack in the bar counter.

      He wishes SilverDragon hadn't disabled the launcher; maybe the renegade would learn to be a birdie.

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      The dragon awaits no whims but his own...
      Doom, gloom, and things that go boom!!
      Die Voinan Die!!!!!!!

    • Jess looks at SilverDragon.
      "I'm glad I'm not the only one who isn't leagally allowed to be in a bar. It just shows that all intelligent and civilised people of our age play EVO. Thanks for the money."
      She looks around the bar, noting that the actual colour scheme appears to be a melodic scheme of Vomit™ and Blood™, and wonders why Sapphire made it pink.

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      I came; I saw; I hid behind a tree.

    • "Does anyone want to here my story of my adventures in a shuttlecraft?" he asked.

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      Jude's left. sniff
      We'll miss you/are missing you!
      sniff sniff

    • What, did a mission, sold it?

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      I came; I saw; I hid behind a tree.

    • All of a sudden, from out of the shadows in a corner of the room, steps ESPilot, a tall muscular human, armed with an impact blaster at one side, an ion pistol at the other, and a phased disruption rifle holstered across his back, who apparently has been watching everything the whole time. He looks from Jess, to SilverDragon, to Draco, and to Rima, and sits down. "Well you seem to have been having fun." he says. "Hey tend, I'd like a tall mug of Hizdriaran Frostburn beer." His hand slowly strays to the handle of his ion pistol as he notices Jess is a renegade leader, and his eyes swerve around to SilverDragon as he asks "You one of the Zachit?"

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      Recently started playing ROTUE, haven't got too far, haven't seen any new ships.

    • "Yes, I am. Zacha Admiral, in fact." SilverDragon says coolly. "But I serious
      suggest you don't move, because I'm well known to have the fast reaction of all
      time.

      SilverDragon turns to Jess. "Are you mad, woman? The shuttlecraft is the perfect
      platform for crazed endeavours in the attempt of transforming small bricks into
      thousands of tiny particles."

      "But seriously, I destroyed 3 Kraits and 2 Helians with one, and meanwhile survived
      a Turncost. Without cheats!"

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      Jude's left. sniff
      We'll miss you/are missing you!
      sniff sniff

    • Phoenix walks in. "Sorry about blasting off so fast, but a renegade was trying to hotwire my Arada. By the way, I'm about 13 in case anyone wants to know. That is, my body has existed about 13 years. My mind is another story. Does 50,000 creds cover the damage, Rima?"

    • Phoenix watches the spectacular glow of his Arada blowing apart Crescent Fighters outside the window. "Amazing what you can do with remote control tech these days. I remember the time I blew up part of the Rock when they stole some of my collection. Anyone interested?"

    • Rima hands everybody there drinks.To Phoenix: "yes it does." She looks around at the bar.She then decides she can't clean it all by herself.She orders robots which will come in 15minutes to 1 hour.Then she takes one of her guns out loads it and puts it under the counter for easy access then giving everyone who even looks like he might someday be trouble.Which is everyone.

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      I'm not dead yet.In fact I feel pretty good!"
      I cut off your arm!""It's only a flesh wound!"
      "Bless this holy hand grenade..."

      (This message has been edited by Rima (edited 04-20-2001).)

    • "I'm a total idiot." Phoenix declared, and he shot himself in the head.

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      So, Phoenix, why don't you actually register so this doesn't happen in the future?

      - SilverDragon

    • Actaully I have but I'm on a different computer. My password is something I have not memorized. Do not trifle with me. How about a truce?

    • SilverDragon looks hurt. "Me? Trouble? I don't even have a single lethal weapon
      on me!"

      SilverDragon hides his knife away fully, looking slightly guilty............

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      Jude's left. sniff
      We'll miss you/are missing you!
      sniff sniff

    • OOC: Actually, I've memorised Jade's password, but not SilverDragon's.

      If anyone want to be mean, it's "ea3gWS" 🙂

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      Jude's left. sniff
      We'll miss you/are missing you!
      sniff sniff

    • While I'm hanging around how about I list my stats so know one gets confused.

      My Ship.

      An Arada. Speed/Turn/Accel upgrades.

      Plasma Siphon.

      Neutron Cannons.

      Azdgari Shield Upgrade.

      Some other items.

      Me:

      Zachit.

      Bounty Hunter.

      Does not like being shot at or having a gun pointed at him.

      Only hunts those who are guilty. Dislikes unnecessary killing.

    • "So SilverDragon, how about a peace treaty. We both fight for good, am I correct in saying so?"

    • Phoenix surveys the mess and then blows open the window with his Plasma Siphon Gun. Wreckage slides out into space and then he seals it with some highly advanced plastiform launched from another gun. No one spills a drop of their drinks.