Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Silekar]

Finally having returned to Ouray after repairing his mangled bomber at the Ames, Silekar went to get some sleep, but thoughts of that lone nomad who shadowed him earlier kept him wide awake. With a final punch to the pillow, he got up and started wandering around Ouray.

As he neared the bar, "Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be Xenos" floated down the corridor toward him. Well, someone must be up late tonight, he thought. Changing course, he entered the bar, and saw Jonathon amidst a few other Xenos, all of them having a good time. He walked up to the bar, ordered some of "Father's Finest" and joined the group, drinking and chatting.

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Said the pirate to the merchant: Your money or your life?

Merchant: What was the question?

Pirate: Pay or Die!

Merchant: That's not a question.

Pirate: Hand over 2 mil you corporate flunky, or be atomically disgronified!

Merchant: Sorry, I can't hear you, too busy docking.

Pirate: Wha... Dang it. *Turns to the new recruits* And that is why you shoot the trader who refuses to cut his engines. You just have to make sure you asked them to stop, and threatened them properly before you space them. Also, record your conversations in case the dead come back to complain. That's how it works here folks. Now go out and cut yourself a piece of the corporate pie!