points out that the droids were already destroyed by Mike
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That's true. I had thought you were referring to the combat droids only. So now a bunch of droids are running about the bar, being shot at.
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**Mike tries to run for the door, but Cicion's dagger finds its way into his foot, pinning it to the ground. Mike faints from the pain, and Mag takes enough money off of him to pay for the droids, then tosses the Kutae back to Cicion. Meanwhile, the medic takes Mike off to treat his foot.
**Mike growns in great pain Ow!!
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Walks back behind the bar and starts polishing glasses. A few minutes later a man walks in. He's a fat man with grey hair, blue eyes, and a sweet face. He pulls an object out of a pocket in his multi-pocketed green jacket. It's a small ball covered in light brown fur, and it seems to be purring. He addresses Cicion:
"My good sir, would you be interested in one of the rarest pieces of merchandice in the galaxy, a soft, furry tribble?"
A what?
"A tribble, the sweetest creature in the galaxy."
Uh... Looks around and sees that all the humans in the bar are looking at him and shaking their heads vigorously. The non-humans seem to be confused as to what is going on. Ehh, no thanks.
"Very well, sir. Remember my offer." The man walks over and sits down at a corner table.
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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"What sort of man is he?"
"Oh, he's just like any other man, only more so."
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piemur1 pops in from whatever existence he was from in a small puff of magical smoke and grabs the tribble
"hey! i could use a friend now and then."
pays 500 scintak and pops back wherever he had come from
3 hours later
piemur1 pops back
*ack! the netherworld is getting too crowded! i have to stay here for a while before they annihilate themselves. but they have a little yet to learn nuclear warfare. a pepsi please"
everyone looks at him with a look of disgust
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"At ----- , bullcrap is our most important product"
-graffiti on the lavatory wall of a major consultancy (from The Wizardry Consulted ) -
"Hey, I'll take that tribble!"
All the humans look at Darkk in shock.
"You take Ishiman currency?"
"Yes, 320 ISMUs."
"320 ISMUs, here you go."
"And here is your tribble."Darkk's sister rushes in with an odd crate, and plunks the tribble in it.
"Good. Fit it with a timer, and send it to New Salril in a grain shipment."
The crate makes a small whooshing sound, then emits a small quantity of white vapor.
Water condenses on its surface.A salrilian customer starts toward Darkk, but Sarah beans it on the head with the crate in a single smooth motion and it drops to the floor unconscious.
"You didn't damage the suspension crate, did you?"
"Of course not. You're so paranoid, Will."Sarah walks out, and Darkk orders another Dr. Pepper.
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ok, i forget, is ishmian currency worth more than scintak? because i remember distinctly paying 500 scintak for it. but if your 320 ISMUs is worth more than that...how much more would i have to raise my bargaining price?
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"At ----- , bullcrap is our most important product"
-graffiti on the lavatory wall of a major consultancy (from The Wizardry Consulted ) -
As everyone is seen getting into their ships Mike re-re-arms his mini nuke launcher (after jumping out of the back of the ambulance) and aims at the enemy ships. His nukes hit dead on target and some of the fighters and cruisers begin hurtling toward the ground. Mike the enters his attack shuttle and bings the engines and shields online. As Mike's ship lifts swiftly off the ground more enemy ships begin droping out of hyperspace. Mike takes aim with his Trans-Phasik torpedos and destroys a carrier. The enemy ships retreat into hyperspace and the ships from the bar follow in pusuit. The jump stream is filled with over 70 ships and it begins to become unstable. The enemy ships drop out in the middle of another battle of more unknown enemy ships and all havoc breaks loose with gunfire and destruction everywhere. After many hours of this fighting the pilots from the bar return back to the bar. After each ship lands more enemy ships pop in and begin fireing. Most of the good ships are destroyed in the battle but a small handfull continue fighting the unknown threat.
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Do I talk too much?
DoItalktoofast?
Do I ask too many questions?
I wonder...(This message has been edited by MikeMTL (edited 06-02-2001).)
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A well built figure strolls into the bar. Looking quite confident and equiped, he takes a seat at the bar.
A score of ships are seen launching out of the station's bays as they speed off into space. Noticing the sudden drop in customers, Zeta raises an eyebrow and chats up the bartender.
"Where's the fire?"
"Drink?" Cicion pries. Zeta nods, and Cicion begins explaining some of the latest hype and gossip."-so most of the time I relax and delve into only the most tediously dangerous of missions."
"Bartending is your side job."
Cicion shifts his head and brushes off the question "I like to think of it as a hobby."------------------
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Darkk walks over to Zeta's table.
"Hello, Zeta. Nice to see a fellow ASI member around."
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After most of the fighting is done Athena flies her ship back to the docking bay and strolls into the bar. "Hey Cicion! I'll have a... um..." Athena shrugs her shoulders trying to make up her mind, "..Uh... give me a Devil's Breath." As Athena waits for her drink she notices a noble figure at the bar. She looks a little closer until she notices it's Zeta. "Zeta! What a surprise to see you here!" Zeta turns to her, "Hey Athena! How are ya? Had any good missions lately?" Athena shrugs, "Uh... let's just say I've had enough of Salrillian space for a while." They both have a few laughs before Cicion gives Athena her drink.
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No one gets what they wish for,
They get what they work for. -
Mike gets out his guitar and starts singing his favorite song:
The Officer's Club Bar, where everyone knows your name.
Everyone turns around and starts humming along with Mike.
A very happy day at The Officers Club Bar(#2.)
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Do I talk too much?
DoItalktoofast?
Do I ask too many questions?
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Cicion is polishing glasses behind the bar. Hmm, been pretty calm in here lately. Presses a button and Glenn Miller and his swingin' big band appear on the stage. They immediately go into "In the Mood".
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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"What sort of man is he?"
"Oh, he's just like any other man, only more so."
-Casablanca -
Hey, Cicion. I'd like a Cesium Headripper.
Oh, and my Vylae counterpart would like fresh lizard blood. Got any?------------------
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A fleet of unusual ships docks with the bar, and soon a large group of humans enters. They sit at various tables, and begin ordering drinks. "Hey, bartender! We set off on a long trip tomorrow, I'll have a Saalian Brandy to celebrate." Mag sits back nervously, but begins to relax as he starts getting into the music.
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