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Stares laconicly at the piece of metal which is dissolving with a fizzing sound in his drink. He picks it up, eyes it, and knocks it back.
I always said a little hot lead improves the flavour. Bartender! Another Devil's Breath if you please.
He's against hijacking an Igadzra, Jedi and all, but does manage to "appropriate" a certain skifter. He seems to be looking forward to the crown prince's arrival.
------------------ Sundered Angel , The One and Only
::The SS Barbarossa Lands harshly ouside, releases a 20 foot plume of flame from one of the many holes in it's hull. the crew gets out, just in time to see it collapse into a heap of mangled titanium. Captain Pharris looks at the ship/junk heap, and stumbles into bar closely followed by crew, all carrying obscene ammounts of money stuffed around their tattered, bloody uniforms::
Hey! Get a coupla rounds of drinks for the bar!
and while you're at it, see if you can find me the name of a good engeneering bay nearby. you wouldn't expect galactic treasury boats to have Ion cannons, would you?
: : passes out from blood loss, two of the crew drag him off to one of the booths::
-Captain Pharris
(This message has been edited by Captain Pharris (edited 02-17-2000).)
One round of drinks, on the house. There's an engineering bay in the back. And Darkk, we are prepared for the prince. A large Phylydion armada is on the far side of the planet.
------------------ Commander Cicion, commander of Audemedon 6th fleet
"Never tell me the odds!" -Han Solo
Phylydian? Heh. Don't make any trouble. He's very well protected, I assure you. To get what I mean, as the Sal spec ops fleet about Micof 5 and the Nijayias Heavy Ion cannon prototype. They break down screaming. But I'm sure all will be peaceful. The royal gaurd is paranoid, as whatever bad happens to the Prince while he is in their care will happen to them.
------------------ Commander-in-Chief of the Nijayias Interstellar Navy.
Hey! Bartender! Give me a Saalian Brandy refill!
------------------ "Landing request denied."
- The Igadzra
Company Tritanium Enterprises: (url="http://"http://www.megalink.net/~joe1/w/")http://www.megalink.net/~joe1/w/(/url)
A battered human carrier with 3 gunships for escorts exits hyperspace outside the viewport. On the side of the carrier, the words "Red Dwarf" are painted, with the words "No Job Too Easy, No Fee Too Lucrative" painted underneath. The carrier and escorts dock, and Newt enters the bar
Hey Cicion! Just give me something that tastes good while my crew refuels the ship. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be sticking around to meet this "Prince," I'm supposed to be at Pictoris Beta to escort some cargo frieghters. Wish those damned Sals hadn't attacked, but what're ya gonna do?
------------------ Lewis, save yourself the pain, you'll never get there. -Radiohead, "Lewis (Mistreated.)"
A young Nijayias in a dazzling white uniform enters the bar and announces that he is Prince Kalad. A group of guards follow him. Noticing that Cicion is Audemedon, they point their guns at him.
Sundered Angel applauds the guard's wonderful good taste in holding the barman at gunpoint, and takes advantage of the opportunity to pour himself a drink.
Calmly twiches his arm towards the guards. A quiet high-pitched noise resonates through the bar, and the Nijayias guns short out, sizzling and sparking. The guards drop them in shock.
Last I checked this was a neutral freeport; let's try to keep politics out of here. Besides, Cicion isn't going to be much of a threat when he has potential customers.
Oh, that reminds me. The romulan ale's dry. Corona-Lemón please
The prince is visibly upset.
------------------ " Throught their history, these 'unenlightened' beings have continually organized to opposed the injustices and attrocities committed by their bretheran in power. We, as the prophets, would do well to learn from these humans." -Final statement of Salrilian reformist Sirthis before his execution.
Darkk orders the guards to get the back-up guns and be more relaxed. The Prince orders a Mellow Yellow and mentions the technical state of war between Nijayias and Salril, but Darkk reminds him that it's a neutral freeport.
Can't really blame the gaurds. Ever since Minister Grayhpes was killed with Salrilian torture poison during negotiations, the royal guards have been on edge. **Wishes there was a 5 Litre Dr Pepper Another 3 Litre Dr. Pepper please, Cicion.
Cicion explains to the gaurds that although he is physically Audemedon, he is in actuality a Phylydion. The Phylydion and the Nijayias have been at peace for thousands of years. If a war broke out between them, the collateral damage would destroy quite a large number of galaxies. They both have immense power at their command. He mentally thanks Admiral S. for disarming the guards so that he didn't have to do it himself. Grabs Angel's arm before he can pour a drink and reminds him that Cicion and Cicion only can pour drinks here. Tosses Angel back into his seat. "Saalian Brandy coming up, Igadzra." Slides a Merenzane Gold down the bar to Newt. "Try this, its my personal favorite. Corona-Lemon coming up, Admiral S. On the house for that little trick you pulled. I would've had to kill the guards. Mellow Yellow coming up, Your worshipfullness." Tries to restrain his laughter at the Prince's taste. "Dr. Pepper coming up, Darkk. That'll be another 3 schintak."
Sundered pours himself a drink "in spirit", since no-one can stop him doing that, and seems upset that the entertainment has been called off.
Bartender, do you know how to mix a Pu!ixchaveex?
Of course. Here you are. That'll be .5 schintak.
Realises this bartender is good.
Well, lets see what else you know how to mix...
He proceeds to question Cicion on various throat-burning substances, finally catching him out on how to mix a "Sissilian Double-Tang Understated Smoothie".
Hmmmm. You seem to know your stuff. Another Devil's Breath, please.
He then (finally) pays his tab, and it is noted that the money is NOT fake.
Cicion returns to his bar in his real Phylydion body. Ah, that's better. That clunky Aud body was getting annoying. Devil's breath, coming up. Where'd Darkk and Fett go?
------------------ Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada
Fett's passed out in the bathroom, and I think Darkk and the prince are out back with that five-legged trashcan you so recently inhabited beating it with a stick.
Actualy I was teaching him popping Audenmedon connectors - a most usefull skill.
Takes a sip of his Devil's breath and exhales a small flame jet.
Audemedon? Popping connectors is all very well, but not for the faint of heart. Perhaps you should teach him to use the outnumber them, outgun them tactic. It's about the only thing that has a success rate over 80%.
Ponders for a second.
Then again, if you avoided them entirely, you'd never have to break half a dozen metallic legs metallic legs anyway.
Shrugs, and happily spits a fireball out the back door to clear his throat.
Whew. Another Devil's Breath, Cicion. And make it strong. I haven't been drunk for a long time...
I'll get to it at once. A strong D's B, eh? I can do that. Mixes the proper ingredients for a high-strength Devil's Breath, and the mixture melts the reinforced durasteel container it was being mixed in. Perfect. Here you go. Hands it to him. It is in a glass made of energy-reinforced Durantium Alloy.