Baron pilots his shuttle to a spot not far from the bar, lands, gets out, and takes in his surroundings.
Then wonders what happend to the burned out hulk of a ship that served as a bar, for all he can see is a huge, bustling building.
-mutter- "Frickin progress."
Walks in, and feels a few eyes switch from him, to his ship, then back again. "What? I just started a new pilot file."
Walks over to the bar, silently observes the carnage, and sits on a barstool.
-baron, to the robotender- "Double shot of jack."
-robotender- "Excuse me sir, I do understand the phrase and or drink order."
-baron- :mutters curses:
-robotender- "Excuse me sir, I do understand the phrase and or drink order."
-baron- "Jack. Jack Daniels, double shot."
-robotender- "50 credits sir."
-baron gags and scoffs- "50 credits?!"
-robotender- "It is a rather vintage drink, sir."
-baron pays the tender- "I remeber when it was five credits... And a human bartender."
-robotender- "Excuse me sir, I do understand the phrase and or drink order."
-baron decides to bite his tounge-
-looks around- "So this is a bar...."
-robotender- "Excuse me sir, I do understand the phrase and or drink order."
-looks at the tender with a quite homicidal glare, and slowly pulls out his hydrospanner-
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