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Aye, our tyme of revelrye is almoste at a close. Let us drink while we can. *Gives another mug of GreenyBlue to Spamo.
Lifts a quart-glass of vintage Nijayias wine.* Saved from the days of the old empire. Care for some, Darkk?
------------------ -Traek Cicion, barkeep extraordinaire "PS: If nothing's working around here, it's because I'm laughing so hard." -Durandal
(This message has been edited by Taeskor Cicion (edited 03-30-2003).)
Sure! (The concoction counteracts the caffiene.) Sorry Spamo. Let me buy you another one.
------------------ "In literature as in love we are astounded by what is chosen by others." Andre Maurois Onii7/Frinkruds and his funky forums macgamer.net
Ah, 'tis forgiven for old times sake. Sings sad Irish drinking songs full of sadness, longing and pining sorrow
------------------ "That was quick." "Well you know, when you don't do it right it doesn't take as long."
Good stuff, indeed! Give us a tale of courage and spacemanship, old friend!Cries of 'hear, hear' resound from the old salts populating the bar.
Three small rebel fighters are seen docking outside. Shortly afterwards, the pilots enter the bar and notice Spamo. They glance at each other, shrug, and go to get some drinks.
"Do I know you?" Cicion asks one of them.
"You know, you look somewhat familiar yourself. I'm Commander Mag Steelglass of the Rimshot Rebellion. Just got promoted."
"Hmm. So you were a pilot before?"
"Yeah. You always see the warships fighting the battles in the holovids, but I tell you, we've taken quite a few down with no losses."
"Sounds like you've got some stories to tell."
"A few. I'll have a coke, no ice."
As Cicion prepares Mag's drink, he notices that the action is strangely routine.
------------------ "Social lives are for the weak."
(This message has been edited by Mag Steelglass (edited 04-26-2003).)
Strangely routine is an understatement.
We haven't had a good pirate incursion for at least 2 months!
Two homanid beings from the GreenyBlueŽŠ Drinks Corp sidle quietly into the bar.
They both nod at the bartender from behind their shiny reflective sunglasses. "Two GreenyBluesŽŠ with frost please" said the one on the left. "I vill haf two BlueyGreensŽŠ plis" said the other (with a really tacky accent). Neither shows even the slightest inclination towards levity...
------------------ Oh, so it is another bug hunt then...
Comin' up, gents. You two from outside the system?
"vir aus dem other side gekommt hat" said the left one.
"Yeah, we're from outta da town" the right one said, "from a small system with a greeny-blue sun..."
Their GreenyBlueŽŠ Drinks Corp Logo ties glowed odly in the cool lighting of the bar.
Well, time to clean out the ol' stockroom. Goes into the stockroom and notices that a colony of mynocks has taken up residence there. Rather than dispatching them all himself, he walks back into the bar.
Free drinks for anyone who cleans out the mynocks in the storeroom!
Darkk 0 opens a pocket in his suit, and pulls out a fluffy white cat. "Get them Riena."
The cat leaps into the store room. Loud, screaming noises are heard by the bar patrons. After a few minutes, the cat comes out, somewhat larger.
Thanks, ol' pal. Serves up a mega-huge DP in a chilled glass.
Thank you very much. Summer is good, despite that accutane. I might even work on MInv if I get relaxed enough (screaming voices in head) - guess I'm not relaxed enough yet.
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Originally posted by Fleet Admiral Darkk: **Darkk 0 opens a pocket in his suit, and pulls out a fluffy white cat. "Get them Riena."
The cat leaps into the store room. Loud, screaming noises are heard by the bar patrons. After a few minutes, the cat comes out, somewhat larger. **
"SQUEAK" said the Death of Rats as it scuttled out of the store room, scythe over its shoulder. Busy day today...
Don't you mean "The Death of Mynocks"? Or does the Death of Rats handle Mynocks too?
Very definitely The Death of Rats. Rats are stubbornly persistant, so too is DEATH. DEATH is eternal, inevitable, fair, and above all final. The Death of Rats is all of those; part of the whole, the whole of the part, it handles small jobs, including mynocks as it happens...
The two bipeds from the GreenyBlueŽŠ Drinks Corp glanced a couple of seconds at each other, each one reflected in the other's black sunglasses
"Ve half decided thet your GreenyBlueŽŠ ist up to standard" said the creepier of the two. . "Yeah, it's really good, served at the right temperature, frosted on the surface, real cool, heheheheheheheeh!" "And we likes the way you dealz wit de vermin herbouts. Da puddy tat is fast" . "Ve vill gif you dis zertificat of coolness in de GreenyBlueŽŠ servingks." Producing an eight metre square silver certificate from somewhere he plonked it on the bar counter. . "Yeah, that's a good certificate hehehehehehehe..., And ya gets a free gift too." The less creepy of teh pair placed a plastic GreenyBlueŽŠ Drinks Corp Limited Edition Tie (with go faster stripes) on the counter. . "Unt now ve vill go, ya" Both beings faded out in a not un-teleport like effect.
Several battered looking Ishman heavy destroyers dock at the strangely unnamed station. The airlock door of the most deadly of the ships rolls aside and a tall rugedly hansome man in a military uniform with a patch that depict flaming letters spelling CaptainDude steps out. The Captain of the ship looks to each of his sides, shrugs, and walks into the bar.
Cap sits down on a stool and looks at the barkeep.
"I'll have vintage GreenyBlueishBlackyYellowŽŠ on the rocks."
------------------ If at first you do not succeed... Try, try agian.
(This message has been edited by CaptainDude (edited 05-19-2003).)
No problem, captain. What's your business around these parts?
Nails the certificate to the bar's back wall.
(This message has been edited by Taeskor Cicion (edited 05-21-2003).)
Takes a squig from his drink
"We just finished escorting twenty-six freighters owned by the GreenyBlueŠŽ corporation. Glad it's finished now. During that mission half of my crew started growing extra apendages and getting strange rashes."
Wipes forhead
"Anyway, it's all fixed now."
Takes another squig from his drink
"A little radiation goes a long way."