Manhattan bar

[Nightwish]

*with a huge noise the door is kicked open*

"I thought, I stored it behind the bench !!!"

*she smiles, while looking into the faces of her old pals*

"I promised you what, folks, here it is... the last recipe especially for this damn ol' bar:

1/4 TS Chilipowder
5 cl Wodka with pepper
3 cl Tabascosauce
1/4 TS Pepper

Yeah, Hood, the legendary 'Burning Bugger.."

*She grins over the face and inserts the chip into the mechanic bartender..*

"damn, it is so good to be back, mates"

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[marauder]

"Excellant! Time for a party then!" Markus said, Raising his glass and thumping the table "Oh, you don't happen to remember where the nadesico went do you?"

[Nightfall]

Bernard, recovered from the surprise, grinned 'Instead of just talking about it, fix a few of those and bring them over here! While you're at it say a good name, quick!'

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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

[Nightwish]

*She goes on, fixing the drinks*

"A good name - for a ship ? - for a Squad ?"
*Pepper gets in her nose*

"-Hahahapschuu-
What about "freedom of hope" for a ship ?
Naa.. you won't ask me, I had enough trouble to find a name for my ship.."

*She grins and returns with the drinks.*

"Markus, Markus, I got used to your "loosing the umbrella" - now, you lost the whole ship ?
Last time, I saw her in space, she refused to follow me through the asteroids of Alaska and Minor..
Remember the last five girls, you had - it might be parked in front of one of those doors.."

"Salute"

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[Chucc]

After more scrutiny, he recognized a familiar face or two walking in his direction.

Stepping forward he held out his left arm, clasping the forearm of Bernard.

"Good to finally meet you. I am Renno, son of Ghonka. Descendant of the legendary Seneca. I greet you." Came the surprisingly cultured voice. "Care for some Whiskey?" He waives toward the bottle.

Turning to the second man, again holding out his arm. He says, "You must be Hoodlum. Again its a pleasure. Thanks for the invite and warm welcome. I couldn't help but hear your dillema. Why not name it 'Iroquios' ? After all, without them there would never have been a New York, or so the stories go. Much less a Liberty. Old Terran lore of my people." He waives toward the table.

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Looking into returning, maybe.

[Nightfall]

Bernard thinks about 'Freedom of Hope' associates with 'Independence' - it was the first IND flagship - a luxury liner...

'Renno! Glad to meet you! Iroquios?'
follows the thought 'Seneca...'
searches the Neuro-Net, connects through to
'Currituck...
seaplane tender' connects
'Lexington, Saratoga...
aircraft carrier...'

result:
Forrestal-Class supercarrier

'What a coincidence, one of the Forrestals was named 'Independence'... I like 'Forrestal'... Interspace - [IND]Forrestal looks good. Anyone?'

Bernard turns to Alicia who caught up with the group from behind and takes one of the drinks she brought... smiles politely 'Thanx! And... welcome back!' he raises the glass, drinks and gives his best not to show what the concoction is doing inside him...

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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

[Alpha 429]

"Alicia!!!! good to see ya. I wouldnt mind trying one of those drinks" said Jack getting up and walking over. "As for flagship names well yes the Enterprise is Grand Admiral Korrd's flagship and he is quite fond of the name so stealing it wouldnt give you lot any brownie points with him. No in fact the next time i paid the bar a visit id probably get shadowed by him and then you would all be screwed. So lets not even chance it. That being said Midway is ok then again you could go for "Nimitz"." Jacks picks up the drink poured for him. "Thanks dear, its good to have ya back." Jack downs the drink. . . . . .

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

[Fellow Hoodlum]

"Damn, walking round in a daze here. So many people around, no idea where to start.
Bernard ... Forestal gets my vote ...
Alicia me dear, nice to have you back here, how was Cologne and did the project get
in on time ... Wrap party a hoot ? Startup cash in me hold.
Sophie dear, put the cocktail on the board would ya, usual disclaimer.
Renno, sorry been a little slack, welcome here man, good to see you finally and make
yourself at home. Pitch ya wigwam out the back ...
Edgar, Johnny, glad Patrick got you onboard. Please feel free to use the floor at any
in the normal manner of our illustrious escort corp.
Pops, when flying the John Prine please feel free to join them ... Though I understand in
an uncharacteristic fit of sobriety this morning, Patrick here managed to collect a fairly
healthy bounty on a character named Dark Oddity, drinks definately on him later.
Pops old chap, pass one of those smoking sticks please, need to sit down and relax for
a minute ... Sophie you have the bar, Edgar you have the jukebox ... Frankenstein
indeed." ...

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

[romer]

"Jukebox?" Edgar began to smile. "I've got something better in mind. Give me a few days and I'll have us a house band. Ever heard of Smokin' Joe's? Yeah, we blow them away! I'll give you all a little taste of my favorite hobby. Ancient music! You may want to bring earplugs though."

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[Fellow Hoodlum]

"What the hell, off for a week or so, and you lot stop drinking ... Find that bloody hard to
believe. Honestly, Romer's music ain't that bad ... As long as he doesn't bring the drum
kit ... Then I will have something to say.
Armed response will be the first line of defence.
Happy hour for a week ... Cocktails only, of course."

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