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Hmmm, GreenyBlueŽŠ Sales are down galaxywide. Probably connected to the general lack of customers, though the vending machine seems happy enough...
------------------ Oh, so it is another bug hunt then...
EVWeb charges into the bar in his X-1 Alpha and blows the place to bits.
He decided that a burnt out bar looked better than an empty one.
------------------ "If life gives you a lemon, wing it right back, and add some lemons of your own." -Bill Watterson (url="http://"http://www.aresaxis.us")Enigma(/url) <-- The best online game ever.
(This message has been edited by EVWeb (edited 05-10-2004).)
Skyfox inspects the dammage from the attack. Everything has ashes all over it, but nothing is broken. "Bartender? Can you get me some of the stuff you coat your tables with? I'd sure love to coat the shell of the "Dawn" with it."
------------------ "Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe."-Albert Einstein
If I may interject, the coating is Acme GreenyBlueŽŠ Ultraspray Insta Ceramic Tile spray - available from the er, vending machine over there.
Hands Skyfox a card which plays a tune followed by a greeting: "CzeĘç! Nazawam si´ Ultraspray i jestem z Acme!" ... and a uselessly small sample materializes above the card.
I happen to be the sole agent for it in the west galaxy.
Wow. But then agian we are the only two people in the west galaxy arn't we?
I'm thinking about taking a visit to east galaxy. I've heard that the 2004 Unreal Tournaments are being held there.
Er, (looks around barspace) now that you mention it we do appear to be the only ones left west of the core...
Care to buy some GreenyBlueŽŠ stock , cheap..., er, vey cheap
UT 2003 was good, might give 4 a try myself too...
A tumbleweed trundles across the bar....
Hm, service is really gone down hill in this place, been waitin a month for my drink...
Stumbles into the bar bloodied and bruised. Sheathes his Keutae in his sleeve. Sorry 'bout that, Anic, I was captured by a Greccha raiding party. I managed finally to escape and fight my way to a shuttle, then I was pursued and shot down over a nearby planet, and I had to defeat the crew of the gunboat that landed to get me and commandeer their ship. It ran out of juice just as I got here, and I barely managed to get it into the bay. Anyway, here's your drink. Walks behind the bar and fixes Anic his order. No charge.
------------------ -Traek Cicion, barkeep extraordinaire "PS: If nothing's working around here, it's because I'm laughing so hard." -Durandal
Hm, free drinks, business can't be too good these days.
Here, try a Ma*yPortamedikitŽŠ for your wounds, guaranteed to make you glow anew Places a red cross shaped box on the counter. The box, despite the current modern era is merely a small plastic box, no techno add ons.
Thanks, old friend. The old place finally seems to be wheezing its last breaths after years of continuous operation. I don't have the heart to destroy it myself, so I'll just keep it around and see if it doesn't attract some new business in the long haul. Glad to have you around still.
Battered, bruised, beaten and bloody, Sarg stumbles into the bar with a visage that semms to have one foot in the grave and another on a loose rock.
"I don't care what you give me, just make it strong."
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"I guess this area has suffered from a lack of investment in the past few years. And all the patrons have moved away. The only thing out in that corridor now are spiders, big ones, no offence meant. Perhaps you should consider a thematic bar...,
or even moving to a different asteroid?"
Glances at the new entrant. "Better serve him first though...!" . . . . The temporal eddy zone over in the far corner flickered a cool greenyblue, (!). It was sometime in the past. Count Altair and Joveia were having a rethorical conversation. The zone semed so near, was yet so far, and was in one of those you might chase me but you'll never reach me sort of moods.
Near the vending machines a gang of impoverished station rats were busily mugging one of the cleaning droids that had made the mistake of breaking down in one of the dodgier areas of the bar....
Ah, old friend. It's been so long. I trust you'll spin me a tale of whatever events brought you here once you've wet your tongue? Goes into the back room for some 'special ingredients.' Comes out with a ruby quartz chalice full of a clear liquid with a dull goldish sheen. Several brave and stupid patrons have died from even sipping this stuff. I can barely stand half a glass myself before things start to swirl a little. But you, my friend, you look like it could do you some good.
Hey everybody!! Wow, 2 years of Obish border patrol will make a man thirsty! Hey, whats with all the soot and ash and space barnicles around here???
A portion of the wall next to the vending machine gives a low moan and collapses
Sheesh. Bartender can I get a...uh...Eyeing serum-substance hungrily er...um, hell just give me an old GreenyBlueŽ Thanks!
------------------ There are only 10 kinds of people in the world: those who understand binary and those who don't.
Yet another incarnation of Mag enters the bar. After glancing around a bit, he approaches the bar.
Well, it's been a while. I suppose I'll have the usual coke without ice.
Also, I'd like to make a fairly brief mention of this bar in the plug I'm working on, but I figured I should ask your permission before going ahead.
------------------ "Humans are hicks." - Paff's Law It explains so much...
Absolutely, Mag. I'd be honored.
Serves up an iceless coke and a GreenyBlue
I really should get to repairing that wall, I suppose. Droid! Maintenance bot scurries out from back room Fix this place up. Droid goes to work.
Ahh. Y'know, I could use a drink myself. Fixes an Obish ale
Okay, so, the full text of the prologue from Assigned Mission 14: Astrotrash Minus, for your approval (though I'll likely become dissatisfied with some part of it eventually and change it in a fairly minor way before I'm done with the plug):
Once again you find yourself watching your ship undergoing repairs. This time, however, you are doing it while enjoying a cold soda in an establishment whose sign proclaims it "The Officer's Club Bar #7." You wonder what the 7 is all about.
The Enforcer really tore the Apocalyptica apart with its flak artillery. Little bits of shrapnel are sticking out of the hull almost everywhere. It's a good thing Naradt's ship hadn't been quick enough to avoid your frontal batteries.
"Excuse me, Captain, may I sit down?"
You look up and are surprised to recognize the face of Admiral Jones. You haven't met him in person, only having seen him before in a few videos.
"Uh, sure."
"Thank you." After sitting and ordering a strange green-and-blue drink, he continues. "You did very well. We admirals were pretty worried about you once we knew the relative sizes of the forces in Pegasus. Thank God for those fusion pulse batteries."
"That's actually what I was just thinking," you say, chuckling slightly.
"Oh really? Well..." After a brief pause, he begins speaking again, more earnestly:
"Captain, the Cantharans are going to be very pleased to hear about Naradt's death, and we think that will be the time to approach them with a plan that we've been formulating for weeks. We're not sure they'll like it, as it requires them to take a huge risk, but if they go for it, we'll soon be having some very important missions that will need a good commander to lead them.
"So... what are you saying?"
"There are several candidates, and I've come here today to let you know that you're one of them."
"I see." You're not really certain what to say to that. Jones heads for the door as you think it over.
"I'm afraid I need to go now. Being an admiral keeps one pretty busy. Continue the good work, Captain."
So whaddaya think?
(This message has been edited by Mag Steelglass (edited 07-12-2004).)
Nodding to bartender Much oblidged, mate!
Mag--Not bad, not bad at all. I'm looking forward to playing this plug-in. At least it'll give me something ter do instead of watching this poor droid.
Sounds good to me, Mag. Be nice to have this place encapsulated in the actual Ares universe.
Maintenance bot finishes work and scurries back into the back room. Well now, that's much better. Hmm, wonder where Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes are? I hired them to play a gig this week.
Mag-- Sounds good. I especially like the plug for GreenyBlueŽŠ Anything to boost the stock!