Manhattan bar

[Malaclypse 666]

A smile to rival that of the Cheshire Cat preceded Pops into the IND Bar, adorned as always with a Gran Cheroot.

"Ladies and Gents, I'm pleased to announce that I can once again visit these hallowed environs without constantly looking over my shoulder! Had to deadhead halfway across the Sector, and lavish 10's of Millions on every grifter within a parsec to accomplish it, but I am once again "personna gratis" amongst the better markets of Sirius. Drinks are on me! Sophie! I hope you're still stocking the Sapphire.. a double would wash the Edgworld dust down nicely..."

"And Renno, bite your tongue! I may have agricultural interests to tend to, but I'm far from a red bandanna and overalls!! And I can still lead you a merry chase through the rocks and rad! Bring your brown butt over here and share this pipe.. let's offer celebratory smoke to the space spirits, and tickle our third eyes in the process. The mixture is till a might young, but insightful."

"Patrick, Lad! I see you headed off the Epsilon "blues"! I may be more apt to hop into the ol' Viper and do more time for the Escort wing now! I've become a bit rusty at the controls of a fighter, but I'm game as ever. Oh, and even though the D_W has relinquished its IND status, I still have a modest donation to make to the Carrier project. Might help to buy a turret or six.. Have the comptroller contact me with delivery instructions, eh?"

"Goddess, it's good to be back! Sophie! Keep 'em comin' for all hands, and check my old locker for cheroots, eh? I've been on the bridge so long that this is the last Mohican!" Oh, and a bottle of oxygen to revive the Winter boys, eh? Would like to see the reds of their eyes at least briefly before I have to "Pop" off again."

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