Manhattan bar

[Nightfall]

'Just dropped in for a quick Sebor' Nightfall walks in through to the bar, and fixes
himself a drink, laughing more for himself 'This droid looks like it's drunk solely from
the fumes in the setups here...'
Raises his glass to no one in particular 'Salud!'. Drinks up rather quick. Takes the bottle
with him 'I'll take this with me! Gotta go. Urgent bussiness on Malta. I'll be on comms
occasionally if needed!'
Leaves.

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If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God? - from 'Nightfall' by I. Asimov
The Outcasts consider Siniestre Nube a sacred place for several reasons. Early explorers discovered a jumphole within the depths of the cloud that leads to a strange world of ringed stars and strange craft. All ships in the burrial ground are placed facing that hole to honor the Alien Spirits. - An Outcast rumor

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Drunk droiding ... I'll have none of that round here, thank you. You can lose your license
for that, you know ... Realise they are a bit slow, Upgrades seem to clash with the core
programming. Have to get the field boys back in.
Well Night old chap, whats this then ... No backsliding off to the homeworld. I'm sure
Aurelio can deal with the day to days down here. Real work round about.
Get that L-Train out of the hangar now ...
Lighter note ... I believe Miss Skye may pop over for an accoustic set at some time ...
Bringing some other old reprobate with her. Decorum please." ...

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

[Alpha 429]

as Alicia put down a 'corsair' he had ordered Alpha whispered to he
"Dont worry dear Kane is harmless.........usually. However that doesnt mean that more than half the people in this bar are scared of him. Should you ever be around when he is pissed at someone my advice to you is duck, or if you are close enopugh to the door run." Alpha downs his corsair and now, being more used to it didnt cough.

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

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Ok guys and gals, I'm off this weekend ... Take it in turns to serve please. Look after
the customers. Don't want to hear any complaints.
Kane old man, try not to kill too many people. Bad for the image and business.
Have a good one. Later ... That is all."

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

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"See we had a quiet and well behaved weekend then ... Glad I didn't miss anything.
Hate clearing the mess up afterwards. Ladies, Gentlemen, back to normal ...
Bars in motion."

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

[Kane]

Kane just sat quietly in his corner, quietly sipping the Flaming Tomorrow (Once more on fire due to auto-combustion) in front of him. His head turned as Hoodlum walked back in.

"Glad to haf you back. I think it is too quiet around here vithout you."
He turned back to the flames on his, now half-empty, drink. "Oh, and by ze vay... I can't get drunk. Not a lot of biological components left to have alchohol run through zem. I only get drunk if I vant to get drunk. It's no fun being ze only sober one at a drinking party."

He looked up at Marauder. "Svap stories, eh? You are vondering how I got zeis, ja?" He gestured to his robot body.

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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

[marauder]

Marauder nodded to hoodlum as he came in.

"Yeah I am." he glanced at kane before sipping his drink, "It looks like it must be a really good story, especially considering how you look..."

[Kane]

"You expect some kind of grand tale, ja? A heroic adventure full of deadly dog-fighting, massive shoot-outs, drama of all types, and ze selfless sacrifice on my part to gain zis, right?" Kane leaned back in his chair. Hoodlum quietly tittered to himself at the bar, seeing Marauder's eyes light up ever so slightly with each pretense. Kane shot him a look, telling him to keep his comments to himself.

"Nope." Marauder just looked at Kane.
"What do you mean 'Nope' ?"
"I mean, zat's not vhat happened. I ran one too many trips zrough Omega 41. The one trip my radiation shield blew out and just about every biological component of my old body got cancer on the spot. Ze only thing zat ze medics on Crete were able to save vas my brain, and even zen zey had to replace a few bits, regrow some neurons, and implant the interface that translates my neural impulses into binary so I can move this body."

Kane sighed and sipped his drink. "I am no fighter... No matter vat ze others say, all I do is run people out to Kurile and bring Alien organizims back to Cambridge."

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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

[marauder]

"Wow, I'll be remembering to make sure my radiation shield is perfect next time I go out that way." Marauder sighed, "You've gotten use to people expecting a story about a long and vicious fight, haven't you?"

[Fellow Hoodlum]

Hoodlum was crying with laughter ... How many times had he heard that one.
How many drinks had Kane prized out of unsuspecting customers.
Nice to keep a shadowy past somewhere though. Like the rest of the reprobates
in here.
"Gentlemen, more of the same then ?"
The Mechanoids sprung into life.
"You heard, you hunk of junk ... Get to it."

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