8 Lightnings considers that there are now three of him, and two of them are in the bar. Look over the page. The Alecto docked and 8 came in, and never left. Then The Fury , which is the same ship as the Alecto docked, and The Fury, who was 8, came in, and never left. And now there is a new RPG, and 8 is someone different.

Anyone know how to do a smilie that involves the head exploding in confusion?

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Subcommander g'Var "8 Lightnings" Krai'un
Second in command of the Escort Starbeam.
"CRUISER DESTROYED. 91 remaining" -Ares, chapter 9, Hand Over Fist

(The bar is not changing because of the new rpg. I'm still the owner, manager, and bartender.)

Benny Goodman and his orchestra walk in and start playing some big band tunes.

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

(Well, I'm going to be my new character. This makes it somewhat hard to be in public, law-abiding places.)

A cloaked figure enters the bar. "Gimme a Dr. Pepper," he asks. He plops some small, unmarked bills on the counter.

Captain Pharris is sitting next to Darkk, drunk out of his mind. He looks at the cloaked figure, then laughs out loud.

I used to be like you! Cowering in cornders, avoiding public places! HA! Look at me now! I once added up the prices on my head, and it was more money than I have in the bank(and I tell you, I have a lot of money saved up!) of course... that's all useless now... ::sniff:: ...I've been dumped... left behind for a flashy new name! ::sniff:: now I'll never get to see the Andalusa in battle again! ::

He collapses in a drunken heap onto Darkk, sobbing uncontrollably.

Darkk looks at the bartender
"another Dr Pepper please, and something stiff for this guy. Put it on his tab"

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"I'm paying for the next round!"
"Oh, and I'll have a Saalian brandy, just for old times sake."

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"Sergeant, you can't fire that in here! We're indoors!"
"Only until I pull the trigger, Captain!" -Terry Pratchett

Hands Darkk two Dr. Peppers and accepts the bills. Thanks. Hands Karrde his drink. That'll be 2.5 scintak, Talon. How's the Wild Karrde? When you docked I scanned it. Looks like it's in tip-top shape.

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

Sighs. Now that the new rpg is in place, the Bar is the only place where I can freely be a Phylydion and give updates on the status of the Imperium. Anyone who cares to update us on the status their species in the old rp universe, go ahead. In latest news from the Imperium, the Taeskor Rangers are now a fully formed group, the Dark have been beaten back, and the Imperium is starting to recover from the Dark onslaught and return of the rebels, whom we are hunting 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."

(Um, Cicion, the reason the old rpg ended was the Dark destroyed the universe)

A large fleet of 3 UNS Carriers, five gunships, a wing of cruisers, and an ISN Carrier jumps into the system, pursuing a wing of Audemedon fighters

The Chimaera docks with the Bar

I'll have four hundred Beers and a tub of Ishiman Brandy! We just made our first kills.

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Never put all your ranking officers in a shuttle.

(In that case, Slug, I have slightly altered the old rpg's history and have had the alliance of all species hold the Dark back and send them packing.)

Begins filling glasses and handing them to slug, and has the droid fetch a barrel of the other Ishiman ale. There you are. One moment. Whips out his data pad and starts tapping out numbers. That'll be 136 scintak. Oh, in a few days Octicate Nerec will be stopping by.

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

(Cicion, the Dark destroyed the universe. I say so, Sargatanus says so, everyone agrees except you)

Slug hands Cicion two hundred Earth Dollars

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Never put all your ranking officers in a shuttle.

(That's why the old rpg is gone everywhere except here.)

Goes over to the money-changing console and changes it into scintak. Returns and gives Slug some change. We need some more music in this place. Snaps his fingers. Lambert, Hendricks, and Ross come out and set up a steel microphone. They launch into some jazzy tunes.

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

Seriously Cicion. There are some issues here. Sargatanus wants the RPG and all elements of it closed and irrefutible so he can write Chronicles about it. If you continue it, we will regrettably have to lock this thread. Seriously please don't.

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Never put all your ranking officers in a shuttle.

(I spent a VERY long time developing my species, the characters theirin, and the ships theirin, as did many other people, undoubtedly. But I suppose that I'm outnumbered and outgunned here. I'll continue to write about them, but not on the forums, and if the old rpg is ever brought back, I'll have a bunch of new material. I really do want you guys to seriously consider bringing it back. However, I have a new character.)

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

Write some chronicles, render some meshes, maybe even make a plugin bout them.

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Never put all your ranking officers in a shuttle.

Where do we put the meshes? I've finished quite a few Nijayias ones, but I can't think of where they would go (don't look for a plug soon)...

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William Darkk, head of the Darkklight Entrepenurial Federation
Your cargo or your life!!!

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Originally posted by Slug:
**If you continue it, we will regrettably have to lock this thread. Seriously please don't.
**

I guess this means I should throw out the post I've been coming up with for the past two weeks. (I haven't read the bar since mid-December) It involves my old character, and the new one I have in mind breaks some of your rules, so I can't use him. Oh well. :frown:

Hey Cicion, don't you have that Audmendian body, even though it might be covered in dust?

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

I prefer this new character very much over an Aud. Besides, it would still be the same character with memories of the old rpg which "never happened". Picks up a bottle of merenzane gold and takes a long draught straight from it. One thing that will remain: In the bar, I will keep this name and remain a Phylydion, though all other aspects of the old rpg will cease to exist. But I'm going to pull out a couple of friends of mine from the swirling maelstrom that is about to cease to exist and make them permanent bar residents. Drion Nerec, Lieutenant Jralla, and Garrion Retoe appear in the bar, inconspicously. Don't worry, Slug, none of them have any current knowledge of the old rpg, they're just assuming it hasn't changed and will remain bound in the bar forever, or until the old rpg is brought back, whichever occurs first. If anybody asks about our species, I'll just say we're members of a small race that collapsed long ago.

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

Guys, all I did was end the stury because it was floundering. The Dark did not destroy the universe , I merely put it on hyatis. You guys can still help out since I will be continuing it in a series of chronicles.

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Throughout their history these "unenlightened" beings have continually opposed and fought abuses of power wrought by their own bretheren. We, as the prophets would do well to learn from these Humans.
-Final statement of the Salrilian reformist Sirthis shortly before his execution.

In that case, forget the last two things I said. I'll just give news and updates here.

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

That's what I intended Cicion. Sorry.

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Never put all your ranking officers in a shuttle.