Rochester Inn

[IceLynX]

The corasir walks back to the counter where people had sudden interest of the little glowy object.

"My appogize for the little intrusion, seniorita, me and my friend here must take our leave for now. But you can keep this one sample as there are more where that came from."

He then orders bottle of vodka , pays the bill and rushes out to his ship.

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without order nothing exists, without chaos nothing evolves

[Elsdragon]

LLyod reenters the bar, And orders a Large fizzing drink, the likes of which you have never seen.

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No longer a slave to the man!

[IceLynX]

Weeks have passed since the smuggler has ordered a beer from Rotchester.

Its the busy schedule of hauling loads contraband to New York that has kept him from his cold beer.

As he walks from the door to the bar he keeps an eye for his contact and orders a cool beer.

"Hell, make it a box of it and send it to me ship" and sits down on the stool and takes a sip of beer.

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without order nothing exists, without chaos nothing evolves

[DarthCloakedGuy]

"Lash" McDaggit enters into the bar, a scowl on his face as he thunders up to the bar.

"Hey, barkeep. I need beer, make it cheap, make it fast."

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HISPANIANS, FOR THE GREATER GLORY OF HER PEOPLE
A Plea to the Outcasts (PG)
CHARACTERS:
LR-I.Got.Nothin', LR-Empty.Pockets, and LR-Dead.End = "Lash" McDaggit of the Liberty Rogues.
SMUG~Eat.My.Exhaust = Jane Terraman and Bob McAdams, smugglers of the Liberty Rogues.
[H]Cj.Martino.Perez = Martino Perez, self-declared Counselor of the Hispanians.
AVATAR MADE BY SPIRIT! THE AWESOME.

[Jack Ryan]

Francois Cordeaux climbs out of the hatch of his Combat Service Freighter, called "Annette" And after a quick slap to the old girls tough outer hull, he makes his way to the Rochester Inn.

As he sat down in the worn leather bar stool, he tapped the old wooden bar, and said:
"Salut Bartender, I will 'ave... Some wine. whatever you 'ave. in a bottle. A big one."
The bartender nods, and kneels down, before selecting a fresh bottle of red wine.
Handing it over, he say's to the Gallian:
"I haven't seen you here before. Who are ya?"
Looking up from his drink, Francois replies:
"Moi? I am Francois Cordeaux. Now. 'ow much for the wine?"
"Hmm. 15 credits should cover it."
Looking first at the bottles label, then into the rosy drink itself, he nods. and hands over 15 credits.
Sighing, he hunches over, and takes a long drink from the green bottle, before looking around the bar in case Geordi Forbes was here.

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Pirate Moral Booster

[Dunny]

"Look mate, yes, they're a bunch of pirates. So what? Are we really that different to ?m? They do what they want, so do we. Its just that we have a high-and-mighty cause for it. Just like the Hackers."

Sam Jack Dunn, captain of the Combat Wombat, sighed as he regarded his mechanic with an eyebrow raised and his muscle-bound arms crossed. He shook his head as he stood outside the bar, before shaking his head. He then waved a gloved hand dismissively and shrugged his armoured shoulders.

"Ah, forget it. Let's just relax and celebrate surviving another catastrophe." He said with a warm grin as he nodded, his startlingly blue eyes almost twinkling with mischief as a crooked smile appeared on his lips. He scratched the stubble on his chin with the same hand he'd waved as he turned around crisply and walked through the door to the bar.

It smelled of smoke, booze and sweat, but it was warm and cosy. It even felt safe, to him anyway. Sam Dunn may have been ex-military, but he had nothing against the legally flexible citizens of Sirius, and because of that he was able to relax.

"See? It aint that bad. Find us a table, I'll shout the first round. Probably the second, too." He said with a wink to the mechanic, taking a moment to follow her swaying hips with his eyes as she sauntered off to find a table. Beside him, his gunnery officer Hughsey grinned.

"Ah, she's a catch. Too bad your missus disagrees eh boss?" He asked, and was rewarded for his comment with a clip around the ear.
"She's unarmed, that's what I was looking for. You're always packing, you make sure she doesn't kill anyone and get us in trouble." Dunn replied as he turned away from the rest of his crew and headed towards the counter, whistling a half-forgotten tune to himself.

Life was good...even if his ship had been shot down for the umpteenth time.

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Sam Jack Dunn, Australian visionary & RACM Commander

[Lanakov]

A tired-looking, unshaved man penetrated the bar.Most important, his labcoat was in a terrible shape.

His voice sounded as exhausted as he looked.
" 'Tis be a long time since I last came in."

All he wanted to do was finding his two old friends, Noam and Sprolf.
And telling them his rather boring (but epicly passionating, he thought) story.

He decided to wait for them.
Along with a drink, of course.

Looking at his labcoat, he decided he'd look for a new one as soon as possible.
The stakes were high.

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Feedback, insults, marriage proposals and declarations of fealty

If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.

[IceLynX]

Smuggler, who was passed out on the counter, finnaly woke up holding his head and yelled at the bartender:

"What the hell did you put in me beer and how long was i out!?"

The bartender quickly took the empty bottle and crashed it on the smugglers head, leaving him back unconscious on the counter. As he falls on the counter a particular gloomy object falls on the ground from his pocket.

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without order nothing exists, without chaos nothing evolves

[DarthCloakedGuy]

Lash shook his head and left. Be quicker at this point to head to Buffalo for a drink.

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HISPANIANS, FOR THE GREATER GLORY OF HER PEOPLE
A Plea to the Outcasts (PG)
CHARACTERS:
LR-I.Got.Nothin', LR-Empty.Pockets, and LR-Dead.End = "Lash" McDaggit of the Liberty Rogues.
SMUG~Eat.My.Exhaust = Jane Terraman and Bob McAdams, smugglers of the Liberty Rogues.
[H]Cj.Martino.Perez = Martino Perez, self-declared Counselor of the Hispanians.
AVATAR MADE BY SPIRIT! THE AWESOME.

[Angelfire]

Eddie groggily stared at the bouquet of scum before him, his good eye was losing and regaining focus like a broken camera lense.

He burped loudly and absently scratched at his eyepatch before moving his hand to scratch his left buttock through his flight suit.

"Shmello eshryone!"
It came out a little differently to how it had sounded in his head, but he continued nonetheless.

"Dang Navy boyloversh took meship n locked me up fer threee monthsh!
THREE MONTHSH!"
Eddie stumbled over to the bar ignoring the shaking heads and rolling eyes of everyone present.

He sat down at the bar and glared at the Barman: "An Yew, YEW didin even vi**** me! NOT ONESH!"

The Barman finished cleaning a tumbler and laughed loudly.
"Well if aint One Eyed Eddie, the toothless loudmouthed drunkard!"

Eddie leaned acroos the bar and clasped the barman's hand.
"JIMBO ye old rashcal! Itsh good t' see ya!"

"Shay... whatsh up with the fella on the floor?"

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The Chronicles of Angelfire