THE COALSACK SALOON

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"Welcome weary commanders to The Coalsack Saloon. Please come in from the cold emptiness of space and take a seat at the bar. The Coalsack Saloon has become somewhat of an institution these days.

Started 70 years ago when Walters City was slightly rougher around the edges than she is today. Now the saloon has become a place for all walks of life to come together without fear of persecution. Ranks, allegiances, trades and bounties are left at the door and replaced with a stiff drink and a warm meal.

They say space is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma. Well todays special is mushroom, wrapped in bacon inside a chicken! You can also find our exhaustive selection of beers, spirits and wines courtesy of our far traveling trading clientele.

So please, take your spaceboots off, relax and enjoy yourself. Tell a fellow commander a story of your adventures or gasp at their tales of woe. Swap your interstellar soundtracks or share your history. Whatever your enjoying feel free to divulge without the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders.

Just please remember this IS a venue for commanders that are enjoying ED. This IS a place to share moments of ED gameplay you're loving. This IS NOT a place to complain or to complain about complainers.

With that said, the staff and I wish you an enjoyable stay at The Coalsack Saloon"

Corbin Dallas
Bar Manager
The Coalsack Saloon
Walters City
Imset
 
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To avoid getting shunted over into the RP forum, probably a good idea to edit it a little to make it clear that you're looking for "tales of gameplay" not specifically "RP" here... (or at least, that's how I read it anyway)
 
I wondered what Corbin was going to do after driving hack.

Very nice Steampunk feel there.

Ever hear of Callahan's Cross Time Saloon?
You make a toast and throw your glass in the fireplace. They had a luricane infestation once.
(Spider Robinson is the author)
 
To avoid getting shunted over into the RP forum, probably a good idea to edit it a little to make it clear that you're looking for "tales of gameplay" not specifically "RP" here... (or at least, that's how I read it anyway)

Cheeeers

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I wondered what Corbin was going to do after driving hack.

Very nice Steampunk feel there.

Ever hear of Callahan's Cross Time Saloon?
You make a toast and throw your glass in the fireplace. They had a luricane infestation once.
(Spider Robinson is the author)

Never heard of it. I'll have to check it out :)
 
I'll bite.
I had an amusing encounter with a non-English speaking CMDR recently. I Interdicted him and sent my pirate hails as usual, and proceed to scan him as he halts, after a little warning fire to his shields. Turns out he has some dross I don't want and 4 stolen rare artworks. So I figure the dross is some mission related cargo, which is not gonna help me any by taking, and say if he drops me a painting, he can trade in peace the rest of the night. Anyway, the other CMDR (lets call him Frank) replies in broken English that he is from "Unspecifidia" and doesn't understand my demands. No biggie, I clarify "Jettison 1 rare artwork and I will leave you alone for the rest of the night". I then add "Right Panel, Cargo Tab". Most players can work it out from there. Pop-pop-pop-pop, out drops all 4 paintings.
Well, I don't want to rob him blind, so I scoop the 1 I asked for and tell Frank to scoop the rest. He replies "Yes, you can".
"No, you can scoop them, I want only one" I say.
"I jettisoned them" comes the reply. "I know, I have the one I asked for, you get the rest" I say. I'm now trying to think of a simpler way to say the same thing again, when I notice the flickering blips on the edges of my radar...
"But I drop them"... well by now the blips are red triangles and I still haven't come up with a way to make it clear he can have those ones back. In the end I boosted away under fire with a parting message something along the lines of "Those are your stolen artworks, best of luck with the cops!"
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I do wonder how that worked out for Frank.
 
I'll bite.
I had an amusing encounter with a non-English speaking CMDR recently. I Interdicted him and sent my pirate hails as usual, and proceed to scan him as he halts, after a little warning fire to his shields. Turns out he has some dross I don't want and 4 stolen rare artworks. So I figure the dross is some mission related cargo, which is not gonna help me any by taking, and say if he drops me a painting, he can trade in peace the rest of the night. Anyway, the other CMDR (lets call him Frank) replies in broken English that he is from "Unspecifidia" and doesn't understand my demands. No biggie, I clarify "Jettison 1 rare artwork and I will leave you alone for the rest of the night". I then add "Right Panel, Cargo Tab". Most players can work it out from there. Pop-pop-pop-pop, out drops all 4 paintings.
Well, I don't want to rob him blind, so I scoop the 1 I asked for and tell Frank to scoop the rest. He replies "Yes, you can".
"No, you can scoop them, I want only one" I say.
"I jettisoned them" comes the reply. "I know, I have the one I asked for, you get the rest" I say. I'm now trying to think of a simpler way to say the same thing again, when I notice the flickering blips on the edges of my radar...
"But I drop them"... well by now the blips are red triangles and I still haven't come up with a way to make it clear he can have those ones back. In the end I boosted away under fire with a parting message something along the lines of "Those are your stolen artworks, best of luck with the cops!"
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I do wonder how that worked out for Frank.
haha! Poor Frank. I like to think he's still near the artwork with his hands in the air.
 
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"Welcome weary commanders to The Coalsack Saloon. Please come in from the cold emptiness of space and take a seat at the bar. The Coalsack Saloon has become somewhat of an institution these days.

Started 70 years ago when Walters City was slightly rougher around the edges than she is today. Now the saloon has become a place for all walks of life to come together without fear of persecution. Ranks, allegiances, trades and bounties are left at the door and replaced with a stiff drink and a warm meal.

They say space is a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma. Well todays special is mushroom, wrapped in bacon inside a chicken! You can also find our exhaustive selection of beers, spirits and wines courtesy of our far traveling trading clientele.

So please, take your spaceboots off, relax and enjoy yourself. Tell a fellow commander a story of your adventures or gasp at their tales of woe. Swap your interstellar soundtracks or share your history. Whatever your enjoying feel free to divulge without the weight of the galaxy on your shoulders.

Just please remember this IS a venue for commanders that are enjoying ED. This IS a place to share moments of ED gameplay you're loving. This IS NOT a place to complain or to complain about complainers.

With that said, the staff and I wish you an enjoyable stay at The Coalsack Saloon"

Corbin Dallas
Bar Manager
The Coalsack Saloon
Walters City
Imset

Cool! Looks a bit steampunk. I like it :)
 
Ahh, stories...I love them! Throw me a candle warmed Lavian Brandy, and a some kind of tabacco and I'll tell you a tale.

Thanks my good..ahem...yeah...

So, I was doing some mercenary work for a Lugh corporation in the area around the Crom system when I came across this job. It wasn't worth much, but it did state it was for the Silver Boys Gang in Crom. Now I want to go to Crom, related to Lugh and all, you know? So it seemed a pretty easy thing to do...run this piece of paper a few light years and I'd be on my way to Crom. So I run the paper and get my money, only to find the Silver Boys had a slightly larger job there.


So I jump up and volunteer my ship...it was moving some Slaves...just flying them from one job site to another...decent pay, too! Now, I'm not a slaver, but the permit...the pay...I'm so far out and there weren't any nosy Feds, so I took the job. Out two jumps and back, slaves in hold, I turn them over. Easy peasy! I jump back to the original planet, to find the Gang has really liked my work. They have TWO jobs waiting for me. One was finding 1 black box of a long lost brother...or some such nonsense. The other...kill two Federal Officers...

My first thought was where the heck am I going to find a single federal officer...let alone two...in these parts. My work in Lugh has taught me that sometimes you have to do what you have to do...all in the name of Freedom of course...and since these poor folks, saddled with the burden of Federation law and control, well it was the least I could do. I checked the local charts and found a couple of mining rings. So off I went.

Now, my ship Lugh's Sacrifice, is a sturdy little Cobra, with more than a few goodies to give anyone a good fight, if you know what I mean. So how hard was this going to be? I just find a couple of federal ships, boil them down and pop them like that Champagne cork over there. Easy peasy! So I drop down the rabbit hole and start searching. I couldn't believe it, plenty of miners, but not one Federal ship.

I start pushing Lugh's Sacrifice through the asteroids, singing and dancing together..when I see some laser blasts towards the outside of the ring. I slowly make my way there and find two Eagles, Fed boys, picking on a Silver Boy Gang member. Well, I just wade right in and start firing, as I was halfway through the first one, I noticed that I had saved my future friend! I can see his wake on my scanner! So I finish up the first Eagle lickety-split. As I'm looking for the second one, I notice a tickle on my shields....which then took out the first ring.

I spin around and find a Federal Viper on my six. I target him and start firing...and well, this is embarassing, I hit a new Eagle that ran between us. Now, i'm thinking, 'This is getting expensive...', just as a I get my shields tickled again...another one down...I look at my radar, and it looks like a Taniwigil tree, all lit up with at least 5 dots, all red and pointy. Well, my mother didn't raise a Federal Senator for a son....I was getting out of there, right then! I punch my boosters down into the asteroid field, and start shimmying 'ol Lugh through those rocks like a snake. I had the whole group in tow. As they fell off the radar I saw one lone, brave Federation flyer keeping up with me. So I slid behind a rock and slowed down. As the ship got closer I came out and started shooting. It was glorious to see the look on the poor guys face.

I'm pretty sure I took out his canopy, but, well I was so intent I missed the fact that the rest of the pack had finally caught up to us. As I started taking fire, I knew it was only going to be a matter of time before I would have my second Federation fighter, so I kept the original Eagle on target and gave chase...and what a chase. Through the asteroids, past miners, almost to the planets surface we danced. It was glorious to watch...towing a group behind me, flying hard and being shot at constantly, however, to my embarrassment, the little booger spaced out on me...not sure how he did it, I should have had him locked...but the little eel got away. Leaving me a viper, another eagle, and well....a fairly large mess of my own to run away from.

So I, being less greedy than I was, decided to, again get out of that area....and as I lined up to boost, I missed a red dot on my radar...yep took an Eagle to the face. As MY canopy shattered, I readjusted and started boosting away. I wasn't far from a station, but I knew it wasn't going to be easy to jump...as my drive spooled up... I swear I have never seen Lugh take so long to get fired up...she must have thought I was going to a picnic and wanted to enjoy the scenery! It wasn't until SHE felt the fire on her skin that she seemed to wake up. Well, she finally laid down the fire and we were off. She had a few scars and a missing canopy, I felt like I was flying with only one eye, but in the end....I made it back to port.

Let me have another brandy and I'll tell you the rest of the story.

So I got repaired and still needed another Federal flyboy. So back to the mining ring...yep, that's me! A sucker for punishment. Dropping into the hole again, I immediately saw an Eagle...off I go. With a little more care, mind you...I followed that ship a few minutes to see if there were friends. None seen, open fire, sent a couple of missiles their way, and job done! I make a small detour, find the black box, and me and Lugh were sitting pretty. As I land in the port I check my status with the local constabulary and everyone else and laughed. I was unfriendly with those busybody Federation boys..and all their lackies! Unfriendly? I have to say those folks sure are patient. There's a certain Federation Faction in Lugh that has mine and Lugh's idents permanently painted on their ships sides. I'm able to keep the bounties down, you know, painting some palms with creds still works, but those pretty red stations when I land means lots of excitement, if you know what I mean.

Well, I gotta go. I'll be back. I'm sure I have other stories to tell you...like that time I was pirated by a real Commander...well that story is a bit embarassing....anyway, me and Lugh will see you later.
 
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Man, that's crazy. Funny how a little bad can turn into alot of bad quite quickly. Despite the Feds politeness Im thinking you and Lugh will be gathering some intense heat my friend

Well...the road to hell is paved with snips and snails and puppy dogs tails...or something like that. As far as the Feds go, I'm taking a wait and see attitude. It might not be such a bad thing, I still haven't been to Alliance space or Empire Space...then there is the void...however, visiting red stations is always so much fun...a little pew pew as you touch down has a benefit, you know! Sometime, we'll talk about that benefit..
 
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