"I vote we go set up a base on F-25 and explore beond the Ji nebula. (slurrrrp) I'm going to the shipyard on Earth get a UEC and up-grade it. be back in 30 min." says UEA as he teleports out of the bar.
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Insanity has its advantages
I want to confront the Dark masters of the Voinians. I'm sick of the strands. Bloody council and strands.....
A few council members walk in and look at Ov. "I didn't mean that...." OV says as they start beating him
Jess: Notice the little "~OV" at the end of spectres post? 
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Hah! You can not kill me! I will destroy you all for attempting to kill my master! Spectre 0001!!!
Die!!!!! Spectre dives for mamajama
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Luca walks in, disguised as a Voinian high elder, and quickly dispatches the council members with his plasma pistol. He approaches Ov and offers him a mission to assassinate a particularly troublesome UE Admiral.
Unfortunately for Luca, he has a hard time keeping a straight face while offering the mission, but fortunately for Luca, he has his plasma pistol at the ready.
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How are you gentlemen!! All your base are belong to us. You are on the way to destruction. You have no chance to survive make your time. HA HA HA HA
2 votes Proxima Nebula.
1 vote Ji Nebula
1 vote the Voinians.
I will cast my vote for the Proxima Nebula.
OK,everyone else, tell me where you want to go.
Has anyone seen Payback recently?
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Payback i'll be on later probably.
OV realzing that the spectres will keep getting higher numbers imploys a device to send them all to 0. Except Spectre0001
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You killed my children! I shall kill you!
Spectre realizes that this is his last post. "I will get revenge!" and spectre dies, ridding them of the bar
Hey, glad to see I was actually missed. I'm amazed, don't think anyone has noticed my absence before. Sorry I'm late, was busy with PA stuff last night, and Super Bowl, and homework. Only had time to throw off a couple things on B&B.;
My vote, Shade, was for the Proxima Nebula, if I recall correctly. If not, well, I guess I'll vote twice! 
Payback saunters in and orders a chocolate milk, then proceeds to down it and give himself a moustache, and walks around as every giggles at him. As an introduction, he picks up a stool and smashes it over OV's head. "Stop with the Spectre thing already!"
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"Hey Paul, do you like Huey Lewis and the News?"
OV keels over, "NOT MY HEAD!!!!!!!!"
You realize all the spectres are dead?
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Mamajama, after salting the ground where the last Spectre had disappeared, quietly observes the hands of people in the bar. She is looking for someone with exceptionally mobile thumbs. She walks up to Shade.
"You have nice hands," she says. "May I read your palm?"
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UEA teleports to the docking ring at the station with his decked out UEC then teleports into the bar and holds Luca hostage after taking all his weapons away hopeing someone will help him arest the Voinian Elder (after all i am a UE Admiral) "you lookin' to get rid a me, Huh?"
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Yes, Payback, your vote was for Proxima. I'd say that it's probably decided; we're going to the Deep South of the Galaxy! My ideas are forming expect a beginning soon.
"As an ex-host of a Fallen Gadzair retrovirus, my palms are now devoid of markings." Shade tells her cheerfully.
Pulling a glove from one shimmering hand, Shade demonstrates the remarkable powers he posesses by morphing his hand into the shape of a small dog and back again. "See? May I ask, why did you put that salt on the ground where the Spectre disappeared?"
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I will join you to explore the proxima nebula!!
Gazza orders 20 crates of sallian brandy and gives OV the credit chips required.
"im back , Jess just buying some supplies".
He points at the many creates of brandy stacked on an Anti-Grav trolley.
now lets go in the words of Captain Juen Luc Picard "TO seek on strange new worlds , and new civilisations, to boldly go where no one has gone before".
Gazza Goes and starts warming up his fully speced UE destroyer "The Devils Kiss"
And starts preparing for the journey.
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Why are man hole Covers round?
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Very well, then. Let us begin.
From one of the bar's curving panoramic windows, mamajama sees a retooled Helian, repainted in swirls of psychedelic colours, launch from the truly dangerous levels of Freeport Station.
The garish paint job, the massively enhanced drives, the additional Blaze Cannons and Needle Launchers all add up to one thing- the criminal known as the "Hand of Joy" has just left the station.
Pulling her plasma squirt pistol from it's holster, mamajama stretches and stands.
"My prey just left dock." she tells the bar en masse. "Anyone up for a hunt?"
Half a dozen of the captains in the bar immediately clamour to chase the Renegade drugrunner.
In the excitement everyone ends up running for their ships, making the regular Freeport Renegades think that there's some kind of UE prescence on the station.
Shade quietly walks after them -well, as quietly as one can in steel-capped boots, anyway- and reaches the ramshackle docking bay just as the last ship, Gazza's " The Devil's Kiss ", leaves.
Shaking his head at the primitive technology employed by everyone else, Shade sketches a complex sigil in the air with one gloveless, glowing blue hand.
Before him appears a small ship only ten meters long; It looks similar to a Crescent Fighter, but is constructed entirely of a single huge multifaceted crystal.
Blue sparks shimmer over it.
Pressing a hand to the forward facet which is positioned where a hatch control would be on a normal Crescent Fighter, Shade morphs into the crystalline structure of the ship.
Minutes later, the fighter, trailing blue sparks like a cometary tail, catches up with the other ships.
The modified Helian belonging to the "Hand of Joy", identified as the " Fuzzy Bunny ", is still in the lead, racing to reach hyperspace before it's pursuers catch it.
The bargoers chase the Fuzzy Bunny through the Gorky, DSN-3587, and DSN-6253 systems. They are deep into the Proxima Nebula. The Fuzzy Bunny races through DSN-463, DSN-7887, and DSN-5495.
At the edge of known space, in the heart of the Nebula, the Fuzzy Bunny continues to flee, beyond the known starcharts.
Tracking it's hyperspace entry route, OV leads the way into terra incognita.
The prey leads them through an unknown system containing a few asteroids and a blue-white star, an equally mysterious system full of tiny planetoids, and into orbit of an ugly red dwarf.
In high orbit of the single lump of rock which passes for a planet out here sits a monster of a ship.
Like Freeport station, it has been constructed of a myriad of ships. Reworked Freighter cargo pods sit as ramshackle fighter bays between an array of UE Carrier fins and Cargo Transporter solar panels.
Bits of Voinian Cruisers and their armour jut like steel scars from the buckled monstrosity of the ship.
Around it orbit a variety of ships, from old colony ships to nearly new hijacked UE Destroyers. All have been reworked into powerful fighting vessels.
The Fuzzy Bunny darts for a small docking bay near the ship's vast engines.
Minutes later, commscreens on all the bargoer's ships crackle to life, revealing the face of a rather pretty comms officer.
She lifts manacled hands to the viewscreen.
"We are all slaves here." she tells them. "please, please, rescue us."
The viewscreen's image flickers as the slave is pushed roughly from her seat.
The face which now fills the viewscreen is far less good-looking; one good eye looks out of a face crisscrossed with scars.
The other eye socket is an empty crater, cyborg wiring trailing from the masses of scar tissue.
"Enough o' tha'." He growls. "Th's here is my ship, the Acid Trash. You're all mine now, alla youse!"
Three retooled ships gather to lock tractor beams on a single bargoer's ship, dragging them into the docking bays of the Acid Trash.
Each ship is isolated and pulled into a seperate docking bay, where they hit the deck with a jolt.
Outside the various ships, there is a hissing as primitive life-support systems refill the bays with oxygen, and in their seperate bays, the hatches of the patron's ships are forced open
Okay, people, we have to get the "Hand of Joy", probably kill the captain of the Acid Trash , possibly free all the slaves, and get out of here.
The rules are, as usual;
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When the Acid Trash station came into view, Mamajama knew that it was time to prepare for being boarded. From various cold storage units in her ship, the Mean Teacher, she pulled body parts, fluids, etc. When the hatch was forced on the Mean Teacher, the control room looked like the impact of landing, and equipment malfunctions, had made the pilot die a very messy death. Hopefully, she thought, they wouldn't investigate further, or check out the minute fluctuations of her personal "invisibility field" as she slipped silently out onto the grimy, echoing corridors of the Acid Trash station.
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YEAH!!!!! THE PATRIOTS WON!!!!! oh and when will me "newbie coat" (last bar) fall of? almost nobody ever replies to my posts. Oh yeah... wheres my drink? After noticing nobodys is in the bar, I fly off following your hyperspace trails in my own custom built or grown ship. My ship, a nanoship contains million of working orginisims to make unlimited ammo and the ability to split into different ships. Hitting the overdrive I fly into the uncharted proximia nebula. After 8 days in hyperspace the darkness of hyperspace gave away, and i front of me loomed a huge ship. Suddenly the tractor beams pulled my nanoship into the docking bay...
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Drive defensivly. Buy a tank.
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Autonav reaches into the PlayStation game 'Colony Wars' (by the way, this game ROCKS) and pulls out one of the League's S-11 Demons. It is armed to the teeth with scatter guns, Plasma cannons, plain Lasers, Anti-Sheild Torpedoes, Plasma Torpedoes, A Grapple Gun, Motion Missiles, A.S. Missiles and all the speed you could ever want.
Autonav screams out of the docking bay. He treis his best to keep up with the group.
"Don't worry about me. Even though I'm in a fighter, I've destroyed
Navy Drednaughts in this thing!"
***Colony Wars is a really awesome Space Fight game. The graphics are incredible, and the music is unbeleivable. Gameplay is unmatched. If you like the EVO games, you will like this.
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As the pirate soliders moved in to force open the air lock. Injecting a few chemicals inside my ship to imobilize it from shape shifting or spliting. Useing radiation to part the Nano orginisims and remove me from my ship. Then I am Carried of into a secure section of the ship. Little do they know about the small nano egg in my pocket. But nano eggs will only hatch under specific conditions. Now they lock me into a jail cell. will anyone save me?
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Drive defensivly. Buy a tank.
mamajama, the Acid Trash is a ship, not a station.
In a ramshackle docking bay somewhere along the length of the Acid Trash , a half dozen pirates stand around Shade's fighter, looking confused.
After all, a multifaceted crystal shaped like a Crescent Fighter which flies like an Azdara isn't something you see every day.
Blue sparks crackle over the fighter, growing in intensity and number until the fighter itself explodes, raining crystal shards over the bay.
In the center of the wreckage, a puddle of silvery-blue substance ripples and stretches into a human figure, dressed in a black cloak.
Shade dusts off his hands, and, gripping his Energy Blade, examines the wreckage.
All six pirates are now splattered in bloody messes over the walls and floor, splintered crystal shards glinting among the blood.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Shade cuts a large opening in the docking bay wall, and stalks off down the dark, greasy corridors of the Acid Trash.
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The group walks aroung for a while until they see a man. He turns around and is slightly translucent. Shade waves a hand and blue energy goes into the space around the thing. When the smoke clears, the man is still there. Grundy takes out his poor kcat...
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