Pete wanders into the [IND] private area of Manhattan bar... his mates all have an ominous look, eyes glowing like embers, with hands stroking various lumps in their jackets.
"What the hell happened? I just stepped over some guy bleeding in the gutter, looks like he just got seven shades of sh*t kicked out of him. Then got accosted by a bunch of hard-assed LPI looking for some Corsair of all things, last seen shooting his mouth off around here!"
It's not bad enough that of late you have to stumble over victims of that Effing Server concoction to get to your table.. now we need to hire bouncers to keep the riff-raff out?
And now you're all pulling out these antiques that actually use controlled explosions to fire projectiles? I think you've best have the good Dr. Maeve standing by. If one of those bad boys decides to explode in your hand, there may be some field amputations needed.
Not sure what the Sector is coming to! My associate Mal reported last night that he jumped from Cambridge to New London, and grazed the top of his new personal flitter on the underside of a Nomad Battleship! The thing was nonchalantly shooting everything in sight! Not an SF or BSG patrol to be found anywhere. Mal managed to get past by jettisoning a shed load of those bloody C'Tan treats. I guess they work for Nomads too.
Sophie, bring ol' Pops his usual, please. And I must congratulate you.. your namesake and "clone" Sophie Noir is doing a wonderful job over at the Bank. I'm thinkin of making "her" General Manager!
"Now Pops, never underestimate the power of a chunk of lead moving at supersonic speed. And I hear the new bio-mechanical prostheses are a wonder... just don't pick your nose with one.
~sigh~ But sadly looks like our little universe is going to hell in a certain wicker receptical. Seems every day brings yet another oily little loudmouth, intent on making a name and inflating their egos. I've a mind to call all their mothers and have their ships impounded.
"Ladies ... Gents has the air cleared a little now? Stunk something awful for a while here, had to pop over to
the office and get some air ... That and the napalm was gettting to ignition point. Never pretty when that blows
up. Tends to stick to the target and get hotter ... Been known to play havoc with the bank balance too.
Think we'll leave said oily loudmouth to play with himself for a while ... Plenty of good, reliable, and articulate
pirates out there anyway ... Bloody Corsairs.
Nice to see a good healthy crowd here when the chips are down too ...
Drinks, new fluffy dice and cup holders definately on me. Gotta love this place, never a dull moment round
here ... Eh." ...
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
"I've got a top of the line detroit muntions plasma pistol, your ice cream thingy might go through the engine block of a land car, my little toy will turn said land car into a gooey puddle." He pockets the blaster and takes a long drink.
"I'm seriously tempted to buy some automated turret emplacements now, can't go with the flamer option... this place'd go up like a torch."
Time for the pills, guys.... I have some good Laudanum-pills here, bringing the pulse down and
letting the things be just half as bad.
Only 90% of a good dose cardamine, but - hell - for a doc, they are legal....
Erm.... by the way, these plasma pistols are said to effect your.... - nevermind.
"Mmm hadn't heard that one Doc ... I'll stick to me old exploding gas projectile weapon then, M1911A, present
from an old relative on Malta ... Must get up there again soon.
Must be alot of plasma carrying people around then. Though Markus, I ain't going to argue the point with.
Seems to me more likely though, given recent events, that the size of ones pirate ship is inversely proportional
to the size of something else. Possibly plasma has a shrinking effect on some people ...
As for prosthetics, Kanes your man for that, havn't seen him in an age though, and pop those pills anywhere
you feel like, Pete old chap.
Now where were we ?" ...
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."
"Little place in Kyushu does the best Plasma Chicken you ever tasted. Can't say for sure whether it does any damage 'down there'... just thankful the ol' transport has onboard facilities for the next two days."
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