Manhattan bar

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Out where Cabbo old son, never found where that is yet ... Love to stretch the old
boundaries a bit, Never been know to be shy round here."
Hoodlums cocktail shaker slammed down on the bar.
Glad you could make it after the great techno-spin wiped out the cash and credits round
here. OI ... You lot just fall off the roof will ya, we have company."
Sophie dear, get the gentleman a glass would you, I believe he wants to get his laughing
gear round a Bloody Corsair or or possibly converse with a Flaming Xeno ... BUT under
no circumstances is anyone to slip him a Bloody Tomorrow ... The local fire services have
placed that on the hazardous chemicals list. No cover insurance company in the world is
going to cover us for fire damage.
Transport going ok then ? Pull up a seating thing and get laundered like the rest of these
reprobates ... And if you think up there, you are going to use me as a landing mat ...
you can bugger off now ...
Welcome to the insane, inane, and just damn right f*cked up ...
Smoke anyone ?" ...

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

[marauder]

"We'll stay up here and get high on your smoke boss!" Marauder laughed, "We'll let you know when we feel like getting down."

"Yeah, tell those docorating blokes to hurry up with the new staircase to the roof!" Markus yelled.

[caylith]

Caylith walked in, afraid of what she might encounter. All looked pretty normal. Markus, Marauder and Manuel up on the roof...no surprise there.
"Hey! Manuel, I heard you got pirated by Phantoms! Well at least your not dead!" Cay always tried to look on the bright side, and that was the only bright side there.

Hoodlum was yelling for Sophie and complaining about insurance rates. He wasn't going to be happy when she told him what she'd just done....

And there was romer. Having his morning cocktail with a side of sauerkraut juice. A new guy was standing there with a look she couldn't quite understand. Ah, this must be the new guy, Pete.

"Welcome to fold buddy. This is all pretty normal around here so don't be surprised by anything you see. Despite what they look like now they're all damn good traders." Turning to Hoodlum she said, "Um, yeah, about that fire insurance. I was docking my train and, accidentally tapped your trained and it caused a little spark..." she trailed off as she was backing away and getting ready to run. "Nice to meet you Pete!" she yelled running down hallway.

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"God damn girl, have you not learned to park that bloody thing yet ... I hope you havn't
done to much to me new blue and yellow pod arrangements, Why don't yer just dye yer
hair blonde ...
Hoodlum just sighed as usual ... What could you do surrounded by a bunch of 'kin cowboys.
"Fer christs sake can't you lot just get off yer asses and do some work for once. What do
think this is, the bloody office ?"
As usual he had to do everything round here himself.
"Sophie dear will you rustle up some breakfast for this useless bunch, and get em out of
here, they are just making the place look untidy again. And call that cleaning firm, its
beginning to smell a little odd in hear."
Boy it was becoming a long day ...

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

[Alpha 429]

Jack storms in, clearly in a very bad mood. "jeez whats up with you mate you look like your ready to commit mass murder." Hoodlums says. "oh thats bloody likely, the first mate of one of my zoner trains met with the hessains to arrange a trade deal for transporting food and water to cassablanca in omega 47 however those idiots at Republican Shipping have came up with the idea that they were arranging a weapons deal. Since when did zoners become arms dealer ffs. So the crew is stuck in sigma 13 until i can sort this mess out because when the enter Frankfurt it takes Republican 2 minutes to unleash the Rheinland fleet stationed there on them.

Jack takes a drink, sits down and starts mumbling to himself.

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

[Malaclypse 666]

:: Squinting against the noise and glare emanating from inside the screened, private bar, a foul-smelling cheroot clamped in the side of his mouth, the stranger pulled a sheaf of paper from the pocket of his flight vest, and perused the notes scribbled in the margins of the official-looking documents ::

"Lordy, Lordy,

Have I been accepted by the INDie Trade Group, or by the Order of Blind Bacchunalian Buffoons!?? Well, guess it's a little late to have second thoughts... I've placed a deposit with the insurance brokers, registered the old transport, and bloody well spent the "seed money" that mysteriously showed up on my Net account. Here goes nothin'."

:: Stuffing the papers back into he vest, Reginald "Pops" Waverly put on his best grizzled-yet-tough look, and advances into the private trader maelstrom-cum-bar. Amongst the motley assortment of revelers, he spies a lone female in the crowd, jaunty in her tailored uniform. Relieved that he actually might know someone in the crowd, he strides purposefully to where she is chatting and laughing with her companions. ::

"Ahem, excuse me. I'm guessing you're Caylith. We met at a distance out near Corfu a while back. I'm "Pops". I'd like to buy you and your mates here a drink or six, in appreciation of your kindness and help. And, if you'd point me in the direction of this CEO bloke Hoodlum, I think there's still some unfinished paperwork to complete. Once I've thanked him and Markus for their help, we can get down to the serious business of destroying some brain cells!"

:: As Pops finishes what is for him a lengthy verbal exchange, his nose wrinkles, and the deep creases around his eyes crinkle into a smile... ::

"Ahhh.. Is that a little hint of Kallisti Gold in the air? I was just introduced to the mixture a while back. Gave me a whole new perspective on my life! Guess it's all the rage now for us folk who have issues with a little "authority", and having the official "wool" pulled over the eyes. The Gold tends to make all the officious pompadookie look more like what it is.. pack of bloody lies. Almost makes ya wonder if this new crazy Lady Deity has the truth of it...."

:: Caylith laughs delightfully, and gestures in the direction of a nearby table. Surrounding the table are some seriously impaired fellows, in the last throes of mangling a serious discussion. ::

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[Malaclypse 666]

:: "Pops" Waverly has just signed the last of a huge stack of papers as Fellow Hoodlum and Markus look on, lubricated by the second bottle of champagne Pops had purchased to celebrate the occasion. A bot servant trundles up, and presents Pops with a rather long and imposing tab. He looks at the tab, jumps up, knocking his chair to floor, and shows his Bret heritage by addressing the room in general with a slightly slurred roar. ::

"Bloody Hell, you Wogs! Did your mothers raise children or sponges???! Remind me to put in a week or two of extra trading before I offer to buy the drinks for you lot again!!!"

:: Pops continue to stare daggers about the room, until Hoodlum stands and gently takes his arm. With a wink and a sly grin, Hoodlum offers: "Congratulations, Pops. You've just survived your initiation into the traders! That tab is a farce, a prevarication; our way of jakin' ya on your first "official" visit. If anything, your tab is a lot shorter than mine was when I joined. And not to fret, we'll all make sure you have a decent load before you lift again. Now, can we get back to addressing those few remaining brain cells?"

:: It takes a moment.. (fewer synpapses firing..) until Pops' grin begins to match that of Hoodlum. A slight nod from Pops to accompany the grin, and all present know that a lasting bond has been created between themselves and the newcomer. ::

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[marauder]

"Hi everyone, I managed to get myself that behemoth thats sold on new tokyo." Markus sat down and waved in the direction of the bartender. "Only took me two and half runs, I've sent you all the details about it so you can do the route yourselfs."

Marauder just went and sat at a corner table and seemed to be trying to make a big decision...

[romer]

Hey! Thanks for the info, Marauder. I'll probably get losta few times, but that's nothing new. I always seem to get distracted by... oh...new ship huh? I've got one of those myself. Now what was I saying?

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[Malaclypse 666]

"Hi everyone, I managed to get myself that behemoth thats sold on new tokyo." Markus sat down and waved in the direction of the bartender. "Only took me two and half runs, I've sent you all the details about it so you can do the route yourselfs."

Marauder just went and sat at a corner table and seemed to be trying to make a big decision...

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"Yeah, Markus. That little tidbit will go a long way towards payin' this bloody bar tab! Managed to get lost a time or two last night, even when I was eatin' your dust in full convoy mode! Those honkin' big rocks can get ya turned around and lost in one big hurry." (...hope I'm cut out for this 'semi-retirement' gig...).

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