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marauder · 08-30-2006, 10:22 PM,

"Urrrgggghhhh!" marauder groaned as he opened his eyes, "Did this place get redecorated or am I looking at the ceiling? Actually don't answer that..."

He sat up, very slowly, "Are you sure that there was only alcohol in that drink? On second thoughts, don't answer that one either."

He laid down again, "Man am I glad for that augmetic liver I've got, or that drink would have killed me. Who the hell gives you these recipes? Hang on, no, I don't want to know the answer to that question."

"Shall I tell you how I got these wonderful augmetics?" he flexed his robotic arm and grinned at the ceiling. "It might be alittle long, depends on how soon these LPI in riot gear calm down and get outta my head."

Alpha 429 · 08-30-2006, 10:41 PM,

"hmmmm i think ill pass on that one dear. Id rather not have years of mind conditioning undone in one drink. Ill have you know i have almost regained total control of another of my emotions." *for the first time in years an impish grin appears on alpha's face*

I know where it is Cortana, I just have to find it. - Commodore Puddles

marauder · 08-30-2006, 10:50 PM,

"Aha, go for it the worst that'll happen is you'll need a gallon of hoodlums 'melt-a-hole-through-a-ship-hull' coffee... Actually, that it pretty bad isn't it?" marauder replied sitting up again.

Alpha 429 · (This post was last modified: 08-30-2006, 11:03 PM by Alpha 429.)

"fine but if this screws me up it may not be pretty." replies alpha not looking too sure. *downs it in one go* *cough* *cough* *Alpha manages to stay on his feet but quickly goes for a seat* "well that was nuts but really fun." *grins* "well what do ya know nothing happened hehehehehe i think ill have another one later and see if i can stay standing. We could have a contest."

I know where it is Cortana, I just have to find it. - Commodore Puddles

Fellow Hoodlum · 08-30-2006, 11:12 PM,

"Oh God, a drinking competition between you lot. Not sure if we are covered for that."
Hoodlum leaves to go to the office behind the bar.
"Just got to check to see if we have a waiver, or a large premium on the buildings and
contents insurance on this place ... Hate to have to re-style so early.
Give me five minutes will ya ... Going to try to get some seperate cover against brawl
and accidental maiming of customers." ...
Picks up large blaster ...
"This ought to do it."

Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

Kane · (This post was last modified: 09-08-2006, 11:18 PM by Kane.)

Quite suddenly, the large doors to the bar were flung open. A flash of lightning from the storm outside lit the place in monochrome for a moment, creating this darkened profile of a robot. Said robot, now visibly different from the others with a metalic green coloration and a mouth flap giving the illusion of "real" speach, stood for a moment before storming inside the bar. Yes, storming. He had only one red eye, but it burned with such hate and loathing that one of the plants withered up and died on the spot. A long trail of muttered, colorful obsenaties followed him in that would have killed off an entire church full of nuns. Heck, one or two of them would even put the best cursers in the world to shame. One of the less vulger terms mentioned that Xeno's mothers never knew their fathers and their fathers did't even know they had kids. It was, admittedly, a bit hard to understand exactly what he said, because he kept swiching between english and german terms, sometimes swiching entirely into german.

The robot, people now guessing it was Kane, flung himself into a chair and Seethed. He managed to stop swearing and just sat there, as if willing the table an excuse for him to smash it. At last, he said, "Bartender! A 'Flaming Tomorrow', and step on it!"
The robot at the bar paused for a second, then gave the computer equivilent of a shrug and prepared the necissary concoction of vile substances. Several different types of poison, from beer, to ale, to vodka, to sake, and every other alchoholic beverage known to man, and some that aren't. All of this was stirred up and a real wooden match used to light the top in an impressive blue flame. This flaming drink was served, and Kane mearly stared into the dancing flames for a bit.

After a bit, he passed his hand over the top to put out the flame, then opened his "mouth" and downed about half into a chemical analyzer. After that, he just seemed to drift into his own world and took sips of the, now on fire again due to a strange auto-ignition property, concoction once in a while.

This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren
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Fellow Hoodlum · 08-31-2006, 01:47 AM,

The rest of the bar stood there in stunned silence ...
The blaster slid quietly out of sight ...
"Kane old boy, Nice of you to pop in. Don't see you to much around these parts ...
Talking of parts, everything still working ok ?
DON'T put that one on the specials board ... OK. Cannot afford the liability.
Another one on the house ?"
Every remarked they had learned a few new words tonight.

Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."

Kane · 08-31-2006, 01:58 AM,

Kane waved his hand.
"Still in verking order. And yes, I vould like another Flaming on ze house. I've had a rough trip... Got disrupted by Hessians around zee Omega 41 'star' and vas hit again by, not vone, or two, or three, but FOUR Xeno flights on ze vay here!"
Kane, once more, seethed.

After a time, he shrugged. "It vaz not az bad az it could have been... Ze Corsairs could have stopped me in 41. Zat vould haf sucked. Sucked dirty sewver vater through a bent straw."

This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren
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marauder · (This post was last modified: 08-31-2006, 02:01 AM by marauder.)

"Now thats what I call a rebuild job." marauder muttered quietly, "How about I get you another one of those and we swap stories?" he asked, carefully sliding into the other seat.

"I've jumped into omega 5 once and got swarmed by practically every ship cadiz has. Those corsairs are persistant..."

Nightwish · 08-31-2006, 07:37 AM,

"I'm so glad, Hoodlum knows this mechanic-guy" she whispered..

"I just had mixed another 'corsair' for the case we needed to get him quiet..
But he seems to be a erm.. nice guy.. Only thing that makes me nervous is the fact,
that Hood moved the blaster so damn slow back unter the bar.."

She tried to move out of his sight, to bring some 'corsairs' to where they belong..

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