DF plays one last game and bets all his money. His hand is good, even after the randomizers get him. He stakes his entire fleet on his hand and calls the game
The randomizer game him a perfect sabacc.
It gave the shady man an average score of 15.
DF won.
"With this money I can pay off all tabs here" DF announced and proceeded to do so.
He then found out that the tab total equaled the amount of money he got
"Damn, broke again"

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POST NUMBER 1000 IN THIS TOPIC

(This message has been edited by Desert Fox (edited 03-21-2001).)

Handing the woman her coffee, Cicion turns to the game of sabacc. His eyes dart back to her, and he extracts his sense tendrils. He recognized her chemical signature, but he can't quite place it.

Walks over to sabacc game to have a look.

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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."

Several patrons near the windows start laughing as a heavily modified Ishiman transport, one that looks like it could be meant for combat, comes in and docks. The floodlights shut off, and soon a crew of humans, bazidaneze, and gaitori, but headed by a droid, walk in. Cicion begins rushing about the bar, delivering the ordered drinks and adding quite a large sum to his wallet. The droid begins playing an ancient human card game, Mow, near the sabacc tables.

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"I am the supreme dictator of the universe, it's just that nobody knows about it yet."
"Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow."

i guess its ok for me to hack a auds mind
an aud walks in
tallgeese(in mini-body) : hi
aud hi ** goes to barkeep and asks about aud lubricating fluid , barkeep points him to the back **
starts hacking the aud
aud : this is feeling goo.... whos doing that awww....... stands still and starts following tallgeese3 (in mini-body) around
tallgeese 3 : fix my big body heres the sheet titanium and a hydrspanner , fix it NOW!
aud : yes what ever you say
TAllgeese 3 : crap it worked when im done with him who wants him??

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dont mess with a 50 foot mech made out of titanium

(This message has been edited by Tallgeese3 (edited 03-22-2001).)

As DF posts, a buzzer on the wall goes off and a door in the ceiling opens, releaseing 1000 baloons into the bar. Half the patrons dive to the floor thinking it's another warning, and the others grab their guns and start blasting. By the time the smoke clears, people have realised what the buzzer was going off for and put away their weapons, apologising sheepishly. Cicion climbs out from behind the bar and starts doling out drinks on the house.

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NEW NAME FOR THE DREADNOUGHT
The Hard-Boiled Egg
Why?
Because she cant be beaten!

walks in, not know in what character
Bah. Missed the 1000th post! Think I'll have a Calisto Kamikazi to celebrate the old times.

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The Oracular Net would like to know your favorite color

Bring on the Dr. Pepper!!!!!

Starts tossing small quatities of credits into the air

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Formerly-Rampant Human-Coded AI

A prominent figure walks into the bar with a bit of unease in his step. Seeing Sargatanus, he quickly shoots a look of despair and moves on. Avoiding swiping others with his large muscles, he carefully walks over to the bar where, back in normal day attire, a young lady is sitting finishing up her coffee.

A common beggar sits guzzling down his beer, when he sees the man breaking through the crowd. Suddenly, he chokes on his borrowed drink, and stumbles out of the bar. Someone else, seeing the beggar, looks up at the man. In just the same amount of time, he skips out of the bar headed for the Military Police office.

"We'd better get goin'. Amsi just reported in..." the large man whispered into the woman's ear "... they've found it."

Jane?
Shoot, my memory must be going.
I KNOW it starts with J...

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Formerly-Rampant Human-Coded AI

Hands out the drinks.

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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."

Throws a few credits won off the tables onto the bar.
"Selonian Brandy. She wants a Bavarian Martini" DF said as he jerked his head towards the lady on his arm

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After some arguing with the patrons near the window, the crews of several ships head off to the docking area. Soon, the modified transport and several other small combat-designed ships are leaving the station, and preparing for combat.

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Fire, who had been sitting in a dark corner, saw the crews leave. He got up and paid his bill, then left for the docking bay. Shortly after lifting off he activated his cloaking device and set off in the direction the other ships went.

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"That didn't sound so stupid before I said it" -Me
GR SN: Fire Eater
AIM SN: Fire Eater 27

After the last of the pilots paid for their drinks and left the room a soft breeze swept through the bar. Momentarily afterwards a young tall human female walked in. She paused at the doorstep glancing from one side to another with a curious look drawn upon her face. She looked at the barkeeper and grew a small grin. Cicion waved at her to come over. She strolled over to give him a firm hand shake. Cicion began to fumble in his words for he was overwhelmed with joy. "Athena, I...I...I didn't think that you would make it back after your last mission. I...I..Oh bother, her have a drink. it's on me." Athena graciously took the Graco Dunoc drink. Athena sipped from the hot drink and sighed a sigh of relief. "Oh, gosh! I haven't had a drink like this in months. I forgot how much I missed you bar." Cicion blushed slightly as he was filling up a drink for a beggar. Athena continued. "So how come all the pilots left in such a rush." Cicion shrugged his shoulders and simply stated "I have no clue."

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No one gets what they wish for,
They get what they work for.

Grins. You know the bar. There's always some sort of skirmish or something going on outside. That's why I installed military-grade shielding and heavy flare bolt turrets. 'Course, the fleet the Imperium sent here should be enough to deal with any situation without much difficulty. How've you been?

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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."

"Uh, well i'm okay. My ship Raven took some heavy damage though during my last fly through Salrilian space. So I guess I'll be staying with an old friend I know and hopefully within a few days I can get the cruiser up to top condition."

Someone else gets up from another table, stubling to the bar. Obviously in a drunken stupor, he leans on Athena and burbs. "Hey, su- burb -gar. Can I get you a wheeze... drink?"

"I don't think so." Athen tries to shrug him off.

"Cum'on, it'll be a quicky gasss... excuse me."

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No one gets what they wish for,
They get what they work for.

Hello, welcome. We always like to see new faces here.
It'll be interesting, but you shouldn't be too hard to tell from Pallas Athena, one of our older memebers.

Planning on joining the RPG? It's about to heat up like crazy...

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Formerly-Rampant Human-Coded AI

Looks at the drunk. Want another drink? The drunk looks up. "Well, gorsh, -hic!- , ssssure, b-barkeep." Ducks behind the bar and fabricates a drink for a few minutes. Pops back up and hands the man a drink, and tries to conceal a sly grin. The man hoists the drink, obviously meaning to glug it all down in a single gulp. I wouldn't, if I were you... "Ahh, shadduhp. I know a g'drink when I s-see one..." The man chugs the entire drink. Spasms wrack his body and he is thrown back into the wall. He falls down, unconcious.

Looks at Athena and grins. That was the "sleeper special". I always keep a few tranq chemicals and other such materials behind the bar, just in case. Pours himself a merenzane gold.

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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."

Goes to the now sleeping drunk
"Here, Taeskor" DF called as he threw him a few credit
"Mangy bastard owes me a few credits and I know he has them too"
DF fumbled around in the drunk's pockets and comes up with a strange device
"Hmm, methinks this will do. Let me try to figure what it is first"
DF walked slowly to the other corner of the bar and concentrated on his new object

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** walks back into the bar in his 6 foot tall body with the hacked aud. following him **

man it took him forever but now hes done anyone want to use him as a slave or a security guard or something
aud. : by your command
tallgeese3: have you been watching battlestar galactica?
aud. : yes , master
tallgeese3 : ok (starts hacking his brain again) fixed
aud. : where am i? , did u hack me? , you did didnt you
tallgeese3 : crud! (hacks him again)
aud. : awaiting command...
tallgeese3 : who wants him?
(speak up)

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Being 6 feet tall isnt bad , just not as fun as being 50 feet tall