GC Tea House

[Ironwatsas]

One Week later...

Holovision: "...after heating, place your fuel sphere inside a large bool of liquid sodium and let simmer for about Forty Five Thousand years. Then remove, serve, and enjoy."

Watsas shrugged in displeasure at the dismal selection of programming on the Holovision. He quickly changed the channel.

"The damnable Golden Chrysanthemums! They try to deflower the women of Kusari with their orange poison, they viciously attack our Samurai, they are allied with Drug Dealers and Cannibals, brainwash children to crash their ships into KNF battleships, and are probably all Nomad infested to boot.

But the above statements are all rendered irrelevent by this simple fact... They are all SOOOO Sexy! :ylove:

Now, any true gentleman will try to stress this point when encountering the GC. Even if they are foaming at the mouth trying to kill you, the rule is to always be civil, friendly, compliment their dress sense and good looks, and pay their cargo tolls, and you will likely survive. And maybe, just maybe, get something more..."

"Heh, don't count on it."

Watsas turned off the holovision and walked to the bar.

"It has been a good week without anything happening. No mysterious creatures. No KNF invasions. No Powertraders. No Science gone wrong. So stop blaming me for causing everything." Watsas stated, matter-of-factly.

"Watsas-san, you know as soon as you say that, something is going to go horribly wrong." Naomi replied, while busily reading a Spaceship accessory Catalog.

"Bah, should have thought of that. I guess I'm going to patrol the station to catch whatever has been wrought before it screws up something important." Watsas stated, before grabbing a stunstick and leaving the Tea house.

Naomi stood up and walked to the bar, getting a cup of sweet Cardimine-laced tea and sipping it down slowly.

"Slow week, eh? Seems nothing interesting has been going on recently. Maybe we should do something fun, like go on vacation or tourment the KNF or something."

Naomi took another sip of tea and stole the holovision, flipping through several channels before settling on some kind of soap-opera.

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All that begins must end.