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    • A new kind of bar(I will personally kill anyone who cheats)


      Waht do I mean by cheats? refer to Silver Dragon's post in the "suggestion's regarding bars" topic.

      21 goes up to to table and sits down with several other pilots. Some are old grizled verterans, some are young hot-shots, and some have jsut barely bought thier first shuttle. They are all having a discussion about thier pasts, and telling stories about thier adventures in the galaxy.

      This is supposed to be like the "moments of pride and accomplishment" post, not like typical bars. Everyone is telling stories about thier adventures in the universe.

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      Cuz I'm a 21st Century Digital Boy
      I don't know the Monty Python but I've got a lotta toys
      My daddy is a Renegade, his name is Hellcat Helian
      Wait a second...

    • OOC: I wouldn't call it exactly a new bar type, but one that hasn't been used for months, ever since 'Moments of Pride and Accomplishment' died out.

      IC: ESPilot walks into the bar. He looks around at the assorted crowd, sits down, and orders some wine, looks around and says "So, anyone here got a good story? I personally have a few that are pretty good...." He takes a sip of his wine and says "Anyone for a story?"

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      Greetings from your friendly local cannibal, put in your town by the federal government to keep the human population in check.
      If I were to face him now, I'd say he would probably beat me into the ground —Goku

      (This message has been edited by ESPilot (edited 06-23-2001).)

    • Bah, humbug.

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      -Imperial Phoenix
      The most irresponsible man in space.

      "Perhaps it is better to be irresponsible and right than to be responsible and wrong." -- Winston Churchill

    • Hey! I didn't know you lived near me!

      By the way, great start everybody

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      My latest tip: Ask french taxi drivers the way to the nearest brothel in a very loud clear voice.

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    • Aben Zin looks up from his double vodka.
      "It's a story you want huh? Well, gather round. Not that close, we ain't that friendly ya know.
      Ok, now listen up. This happened while I was doing a bit of work for the UE trading corps. Now I was on a bit of a low stint, the damned Voinians trashed my Freight-Courier while I was trying to break though their blockade of Outpost Alpha. I ejected in time, but I had zip-all creds at the time an' now I was left with just a UE shuttle between me and the Universe. With what creds I had remaining I did the best to upgrade, but 3 blaze cannons and an afterburner was the best I could do. Then I checked my mission computer for a chance to get some creds back. Nothing. The only missions goin' required more space than there was in my hold, and there was a massive lack of poeple looking for transport.
      "In a filthy mood I headed for the Bar. I was sitting sipping a cheap sinth-ale when a stranger walked into the bar. He looked for all the world like an old Azdagari, but for the style of dress. He looked well off enough, but the fashions were nowhere near Azdagari. Strandless I thought. His darting eyes landed on me.
      'Mind if I take a seat?' He said. His voice had a silked, almost purring quality.
      'Sure. Is this business?'
      'Business. Yes this is business,' He seemed to roll the word around his mouth, almost tasting it. I wished he would get to the point.
      'So, what is it you want?' I tried not to let the impatience show in my voice.
      'What I want is transport. I hear you're quite a good pilot,' I nodded; technically I was deadly, but that last slip up with the Voinians had brought me down to Earth (so to speak), so I wasn't about to comment on the "quite".
      'My ship's not all it could be, but I'll get you where you want to go. If the price is right.'
      He grinned, exposing a row of pointed teeth.
      'We'll have to see about that. The price, as you put it, stands at 3 million creds. Cash on delivery.'
      A million. That was a lot for the transport of one person. Alarm bells started ringing in my head.
      'Where is it you want transporting?' A note of suspision sounded in my voice. He laughed.
      'Who said it was me who wanted transporting? If you're interested, meet me in hanger-bay 714 in half an hour'
      "With that he stood up and swept out, leaving me staring into my sinth-ale.
      "Three million. I could really use it, there was no doubt about that. But something about this deal smelt wrong.
      "After much agonizing I decided to meet him. If it all went wrong I could always dump the cargo and get the hell out of there.


      "Half a hour later I found my self in hanger-bay 714. The mysterious Azdagari was standing by a heavily customised Arada. My eyes swept over the ship. It was blistering with phase weaponry, and a bulge in the front section indicated a hidden Zigadar phased beamer. This was one expensive ship.
      'Glad you could make it,' the stranger purred.
      'I'd like you to meet your "cargo".'
      "With a hiss of steam a hatch opened, and from it stepped an Azdagari boy, of no more than 14 years. He was dressed in the finest fashions that the Universe could offer and his fingers were adorned with rings of finest platinum and silver. He bowed graciously. With a start I recognized the missing Azdagari prince who dissapeared from the royal pleasure barge wilst on a tour of the Azdagari home worlds.
      'It is an honour to meet a pilot of such reputation.' he said in a voice which even at his young age ringed with tones full of authority. Embarssed I bowed slightly.
      The older Azdagari spoke.
      'Prince Rael here has a problem. As you may have heard he was to be married to a Zigadar princess in and attempt to bring the two strands together, forging an allience to crush the Izdagri.
      'The Zigadar princess is renowned the Cresent over for her outstanding beauty and gentle personality, and Rael was immediatly smitten by her'
      The old Azdagari grinned and glanced at the prince, who despite himself was looking embarssed. He turned back to me.
      'Then he found out what his father planned next.'
      'He planned for me to kill her!' The young prince blurted out,
      'As soon as the Izdagari were beaten I was to...' He shuddered. The old Azdagari spoke again.
      'With the Zigadar reeling from the loss of their princess, the Azdagari could move in and crush the Zigadar homeworlds.'
      'There was no way I could go against my fathers word so I had Ak'red here "abduct" me from the family barge.'
      'We had to shelter with the strandless for several months, but Rael's father learned of our location so we had to go on the run again'
      'So where do I come into this?' I cut in.
      'My face is too well known, and my ship is known to all Azdagari throughout the Universe. Rael must get to Zigadar. It is the only place he can be safe, at least for the time being. We need an unknown ship if he is to have any hope of reaching Zigadar alive. I'm afraid his father did not take his disappearence very well.'
      I considered the proposition. It was good money, even for the risk, but the Changeling was hardly up this kind of deal.
      'I'm going to need some cash up front, if only to give us a fighting chance.'
      They glanced at each other.
      '50k is all we have, but it's yours.' Said Ak'red,
      'Are we agreed?'
      'I guess so.' He handed me the cred-stick. To a man with basically nothing it seemed like a fortune.
      'And now, my prince I must go.'
      'What will you do?' The prince asked. I noticed he was choking back tears.
      'I'll survive. Good luck my prince!'
      With that he turned and strided up the ramp to his ship. With a heavy roar of landing jets he was gone, to where we knew not.
      "The prince stared at the open hanger door for a while, and turned to me, his face resolute.
      'Now human, we see how good a pilot you really are.'"


      Aben Zin finished his drink.
      "And if you think I'm continuing this story with an empty glass in front of me, you're sadly mistaken..."

      OOC: I will continue this. Maybe. But at the moument I have a strange feeling that my computer's about to crash...

      Az

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      They are? Where?

      (This message has been edited by Aben Zin (edited 06-25-2001).)

    • hey rookie! how long did it take you to post that one :)!

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    • Can everybody just sod off out of Fairyland please? My place!!! You can live in PixieLand

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      Michael Schumacher: Undoubtedly the greatest human being in existance.

    • "I think you're just attracting everyone to Fairyland, Jess. That, and it's such a nice place to live... all the pretty fairies..."
      Mirrorman brings a kCat out of his pocket and leaves it on the floor for the bar patrons to deal with.
      "That oughta be fun to watch for a while," Mirrorman comments as he witnesses the kCat slowly nibbling various organs from 21DB's chest while 21DB screams in pain.
      "I love annoying people," Mirrorman dashes out the door and into his Infested Azdgari Warship. "I'll come back soon he broadcasts right before leaving the system of Kindof in which one would find the planet of Anew. Mirrorman decides that Anew's bar is his favorite place to harass people.

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    • Well, while AZ's finishing his drink, I guess I'll tell you about how I got started.

      "When I finally got enough money to get my first shuttlecraft, the Starseeker, I immeadiatly joined UE shipping. After a few missions, however, I decided that this was a little too boring. I could have had a more exciting life back on Earth. So I was in a bar in one of these conversations, and listening to all the old spacer's tales of adventure and glory was too much for me. So i pulled one of the spacers aside and asked him if I could get out of this shuttle with the measly 25,000 credits I had scraped up. He laughed, and then told me that I could get a Krait for 50,000. And he said that if I could get to Lothe Prime in a shuttle alive, I would either be good or lucky enough to survive in a Krait.
      "So I did a few more missions for UE shipping, and managed to get around 65,000 credits. After thinking about what the old spacer had said, I decided to get 2 more blaze cannons for my shuttle, and an escape pod just in case.
      "After that, I set out for Lothe Prime using directions given to my by a group of passengers I was transporting. Then, when I got to the Thoso system, my klaxxon went off. Never having heard it before, I almost jumped out of my seat. Then, I told the computer to bring up the nearest hostile vessal. The scan of a Krait came up on my screen - a split second before the Starseeker was shook by the blaze cannons of the Krait, as her shields went to about 40%. I turned around to face the Krait, but the Starseeker wasn't fast enough, and the Krait swerved out of the way of her flailing blaze cannons.
      "Then the wiredest thing happened. The Krait stopped attacking and stopped right in front of the Starseeker. I slammed on the blaze cannons and accelerators... ...and nothing happened. I had been disabled.
      "The krait then manuvered over the Starseeker and forced open the airlock, and the pilot jumped onto the bridge and demanded that I immeadiatly surrender the ship. I looked him down. He was a short, fat man who looked like he couldn't take a 5 year old girl. I shoved him aside, and then jumped into his Krait and took off, with him cursing behind me.
      "Extreemly proud of myself, I went to land on Crocket to repair my new ship. I sent in the landing request. <this is the R.S.S. Moonbeam requesting permission to land on Crocket>

      <Landing Request Denied>

      "What the hell? I took up my map, and then realized that I was now a felon in all of UE space, and I was extreemly popular in Renegade space. Then, I realized that I had places on my map that I had never been before - I had just taken on the identity of a Renegade.
      "At which point my klaxxon went off again. But this time, a UE Fighter came up on the display. And I didn't have an escape pod. I was in for it now. I hailed the fighter and explained my situation. 'yeah, I know what you're talking about' siad the pilot 'you happen to be the 5th renegade that's happened to on my patrol today.' Suddenly, I felt a jolt as the Krait started spinning out of contol. I looked up to my shield indicator, and realized that my shields were gone. I thought I was dead for sure. Then, a Turncoat warped into the system right in front of the UE Fighter. The UE Fighter bit the dust, but took out one of the Kraits. Then the turncoat hailed me.
      "You look like you need a lift. If you could give me a few credits, I'll let you into my Krait bay."
      "I accepted, not thinking I had anoter option. On the way back, however, I was sent out to attack a freight-courior. Once again, not having a choice, I did. Now I was oficially a criminal. I was the only Krait that survived, and the Turncoat plundered the Freight-courior and left.
      "Then, one system short of Freeport, we were attacked by a UE Destroyer. I was sent out, and nailed with a Hunter missle as soon as I got out. Then the UE Destroyer took out the Turncoat. It's shields were still at 78%, and mine were at 35%. I fled to Freeport.
      "Later at the bar, I was having a drink and trying to think of a way out of this mess, when I saw someone I recognised - the guy who had recruited me for UE shipping. And now he was a renegade. Maybe this wasn't such a abd life I thought.
      Then I saw him take some blueprints for something. I decided to approach him.
      "What are those?" I asked, pointing to the blueprints. He cursed and ran out of the bar. I followed him and explained my situation. "Well, that's a nice story, but you're not fooling anyone. Nevertheless, if you want to come clean, I;m in a desperate situation here. If you can get me safely back to Knox, I'll see what I can do for you.
      "We didn't get farther than Troub when we ran into the U.E.S. London, and were attacked. I hailed the U.E.S. London and put the agent on the line. The London called it's fighters back, and then took me and the agent on board. After a lengthy disucssion with the agent, ths captin of the U.E.S. London spoke with me.
      "Because you have assisted us in this delicate operation that was in jepordy, the United Earth government is willing to give you a second chance. But this will be your only second chance. We have taken your Krait into our cargo bay, and when we get to Know I will arrange to have it's transponder codes altered so you will not be attacked by UE ships. But I will personally be keeping an eye on you."

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      Cuz I'm a 21st Century Digital Boy
      I don't know the Monty Python but I've got a lotta toys
      My daddy is a Renegade, his name is Hellcat Helian
      Wait a second...

    • "Hmm, am I the only one that recognizes this place as a site for Pathetic Bragging That Never Could Happen? God, your writing sucks too. Get a LIFE!!" After that outburst, Phaedrus takes out his custom CSP shotgun and blows everyone who's been talking about their fake exploits through the walls. He then strolls back to his custom reworked UE Cruiser and warps back to the Voith bar.

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      Life: Terminal, unrecoverable, completely useless phenomonon - Me

    • Phaedrus, if you don't like this topic don't come to it. Don't ruin it for others by putting up useless posts.

      (This message has been edited by Genghis (edited 06-24-2001).)

    • "That's totally untrue, Genghis. It's fun to make useless, destructive posts." Mirrorman repeats Phaedrus's actions. "Oh, 21DB, did you ever get your real head back, or did you just settle for a cheap phony one?"

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    • Aben Zin looks up from his empty glass. He spots the blood splattered on the walls, and Mirrorman and Phaedrus' smoking shotguns and sighs. From his jacket he pulls his Pocket-Plasma-Siphon™, and sprayed a burst of ionised plasma in the direction of the two blood-spattered figures. In a matter of seconds all that remained were a couple of blackened skeletons.
      "Interuptions." He spat.

      Az

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      They are? Where?

    • Phaedrus walks back in and sees two blackened skeletons. "Poor suckers, I wonder who they were?" One of the other patrons of the bar goes over and whispers something in his ear. "Hahahahaha, someone thought I was still here? And those poor suckers took the fall for me and Mirrorman, wow!" Phaedrus takes out his regenerator, brings the fried dudes back to life, thanks them, and LEAVES (notice that word everybody, I'm NOT HERE!).

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      Life: Terminal, unrecoverable, completely useless phenomonon - Me

    • On the way to the bar on Anew, Kindof, Mirrorman wonders why Aben Zin thought he was shooting Mirrorman when Mirrorman was, at the time, tending his own bar many millions of light years away. Mirrorman comes into the bar. He gives 0.5m cr. to each of the fried guys, who look a great deal like Phaedrus and Mirrorman. He returns 21cDB's head, but then blows off his arms and legs and sticks them in the shot glass. "The renegade in my bar was right. It's much funnier this way."

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    • Quote

      Originally posted by Aben Zin:
      **...With what creds I had remaining I did the best to upgrade, but 3 blaze turrets and an afterburner was the best I could do.
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      Actually quite impressive. None of the rest of us have managed to get blaze turrets on a shuttle at all. 🙂

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      Originally posted by Mirrorman:
      **"I think you're just attracting everyone to Fairyland, Jess. That, and it's such a nice place to live... all the pretty fairies..."
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      What part of Sod Off do we fail to understand. Get your own imaginations!

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      Michael Schumacher: Undoubtedly the greatest human being in existance.

    • "Fine! You're making Fairyland much less fun anyway I'm going to kill all of the fairies and then leave!"
      Mirrorman pulls out his shock rifle and starts shooting fairies.
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      He becomes angry that the fairies don't die. He pulls out an uzi and starts shooting smileys.
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      In case you haven't noticed, I have gone smiley crazy.

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      (This message has been edited by Mirrorman (edited 06-25-2001).)

    • Quote

      Originally posted by VoinianAmbassador:
      **Actually quite impressive. None of the rest of us have managed to get blaze turrets on a shuttle at all.:)

      **

      Um... Turrets? What turrets?

      Az

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      They are? Where?