"My story is pretty dull too. I went snooping where I'd been told not to go, ended up being chased by a corsair ace in a titan." marauder had another sip,
"We ended up in an asteroid field so I figured I'd try ramming him into one to get rid of him." he sighed,
"I'd forgot how fast we'd been moving and ended up with the remains of my ship welded to the wreckage of his." He shrugged and finished his drink.
"I ended up with my arm, my liver and both lungs being replaced. Oh and a bounty on my head from the corsairs."
"Funny all that eh, people tend to forget we are just traders here. Me, I'm lucky I guess,
still got all me own bits ... And most of them still work, not all the time though. Put that
down to that shipment of testers we received from SiN|Tech a while ago. Knew I tried
a bit too much of em ... Snapcoke and HardFire. Damn hard to slow down now.
The alcohol takes the edge off ... Just. Anyone else, while I'm here ? ...
Lucky the only thing I lost was my hair."
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
"More smartarse remarks concerning the band on the hat, will result in your wearing
the next drink ... Not supping it."
Hoodlum creased up, and threw a handfull of ice at Marauder. One bit landed in Kanes
flaming glass.
"Sorry old chap ... Ignition key required ?"
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
Kane just help up a finger. One did not have to wait long, and in a moment there was a small pop and the drink shot up more pritty blue flames.
Kane shrugged. "I don't know vhy it does zat. It just does." That being said, he took another sip of it. Flames and all.
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
"Damn, I wish I knew how he did that ... Bloody good party trick. Never has to refill that
finger either. Then again I'm never around him when hes chocking his ship full of H-Fuel,
Never know when the whole place could go up. Handy at a barbeque though."
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
"I've seen some nasty re-fueling accidents in my time." Marauder said quietly, "Trust me, having the stuff explode is a blessing."
He shifted as though to disguise a shudder which had run down his spine. "Once saw a techician screw up a re-fueling, never want to see it again, the poor sod left most of his hands fused to the hull..."
Hello all...
Just returning from the long haul. Seems there's a bit of catching up to do. Need a tall strong drink after that one. All of my droids got fried, so I had to do all the heavy lifting. Think I pulled a muscle...nothing a stiff drink can't fix.
Welcome back friends, I hope you like the new design! ;)
*tries to fix a 'morning' cocktail*
No use, just spoiling the drinks.... can someone get rid of that LPI guy at the door?
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