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Presses a button under the bar, and a time altering wave passes through the bar everywhere except for behind the counter, and everyone except Cicion is frozen in time simultaneously. Cicion walks around confiscating weapons and places them in a secure locker. He reassembles the chairs and tables to their original positions, walks behind the bar, and switches off the time freezer, watching the comic results. As the people resume animacy, several of them realize that the chairs they were holding have disappeared. One man, running forward, sees a table appear in front of him and crashes down over it. Many people experience weapons disappearing from their grip.

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

(This message has been edited by Taeskor Cicion (edited 01-18-2001).)

wasn't in the fight
checks his holster to see if his weapon is there
it's not
Hey, c'mon. Those things cost money, now please give it back.

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Never fly in front when attacking a Jjaro ship. -Me

Wakes up
Sees what he's lying in
passes out in shock

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We don't go to hell,
memories of us do.
And if you go to hell,
I'll still remember you.

............And every time he takes a breath some gets sucked into his mouth!
Suddenly kamikaze notices and pulls his face out of it and splashes him with some water to revive him. "You'll have to be more carefull mate, that's gross stuff!"

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Sacrafice escorts for the
better good!

*Spins Darkk's weapon around and stops it, with his hand outstretched, with the handle towards Darkk.

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

Takes the weapon, and puts it away carefully.
Got any Dr. Pepper? Jjaro ships are *ˆÝçˇes to model...

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Never fly in front when attacking a Jjaro ship. -Me

Ah, you're doing some work for Marathoners, too. Hands Darkk a three gallon jug of the Good Doctor. On the house.

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

Avatara, who had fallen asleep at his table for the last eighteen days, undisturbed, suddenly wakes up.

"Hey! What happened to my blaster? Those things are expensive you know!"

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"I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me."

Hands Avatara his blaster. There you are. Dusts off Avatara and his table. Pours a drink for himself and glucks it down.

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

Walks in. Well, PhylSec is launching an espionage campaign into Sal space soon, so I may be away for a while. But first, how about a good stiff drink?

(staggers into bar)
Speaking about a good stiff drink, how about a Francium 6 Feet Under?
I'm gonna need some insane stimulants to do the Jjaro weapons - stupid Ares color table...

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Formerly-Rampant Human-Coded AI

Quote

Originally posted by Fleet Admiral Darkk:
**(staggers into bar)
Speaking about a good stiff drink...
**

Here, take some of my "cardboard 'n' water"! Don't worry, its on me!

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"I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me."

(gulps it down)
Man, this isn't helping any. (adds Francium) (drinks) (goes to the hospital to have his throat replaced) NOW it's stimulating. (drinks some Dr Pepper and Francium) (the new artifical throat can handle it) Ahh!!

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Formerly-Rampant Human-Coded AI

Looks down at his trousers.
"Ewwwwww...."
"3 Sauridian brandies, please. And a towel."
He rubs the towel over his trousers. The towel dissolves.
"Damn, this stuff is strong...

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An audemedon droid walks in

"Still got that Audemedon lubricating fluid? I'm feeling pretty stiff after subjugating Earth"

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

Go right ahead. Indicates a barrel near the bar.

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

By now, Karrde's trousers have dissolved.
Karrde: "Damn, where's that Gateship when you need it?"
Pharris: "I thought that was in transit to the Thasero system, with you aboard it!"
Karrde: "Oh, right."

He thinks about that statement for a little while, and plops into a different reality..

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A small spacial rift forms and Micheal floats out of it
Interesting, Ive never been to this universe before.
Takes the form of a human cyborg in a trench coat, just before he shifts out of the seventh dimension in a dimension where others can see him
Hello, may I have a rod of uranium 6? Also could you tell me who the greatest living warrior in the known universe is?

-Absence, Perfection, MICHEAL.

Uhh, I'm guessing you're looking for physical combat. That would be the barkeep, Cicion.

senses a brawl approching, and activates a personal force field to keep table splinters and other flying sharp things out of his eyes/skin/neck/head/chest

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Formerly-Rampant Human-Coded AI

Hides behind Darkk as everyone waits for Cicion to awaken from his slumber
(Where is he, anyway? This topic was Dead for a few days!)

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