You get one drink, old-timer. Behave yourself.
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You get one drink, old-timer. Behave yourself.
Unremarkable not so young but not even middle-aged fellow walks casually to the bar counter.
Greetings from beyond the frontier, I'm Commander Zieman.
I'll have the usual: Leestian Evil Juice and a BBQ Trumbleburger, please.
And one Evil Juice on me to Frank. Mining is hard work. I respect hard-working honest fellows.
Greetings from beyond the frontier, I'm Commander Zieman.
I'll have the usual: Leestian Evil Juice and a BBQ Trumbleburger, please.
And one Evil Juice on me to Frank. Mining is hard work. I respect hard-working honest fellows.
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Evening folks
Commander Hales enters the bar, has a quick look around and nods to a few familiar faces.
"Hey Garthyre, could I have a pint of Inter-Stella when you get a minute? Thanks"
He walks over the jukebox and sticks a credit in the slot. Thumbing through the playlist, he selects...
Supermassive Black Hole - Muse
Commander Hales enters the bar, has a quick look around and nods to a few familiar faces.
"Hey Garthyre, could I have a pint of Inter-Stella when you get a minute? Thanks"
He walks over the jukebox and sticks a credit in the slot. Thumbing through the playlist, he selects...
Supermassive Black Hole - Muse
A slight typo here...
The name is Zieman.
Like in ELITE manual, page 3:
Thanks.ELITE manual said:
The dishevelled old man had been crouched in front of the bookcase for too long a time. People thought he'd fallen asleep there, or worse.
Eventually he hobbles over to the bar, still clutching his cloth bag. "I don't see no 'War of the Galaxies' by Mercury Wells. I looked and I looked but... you ain't got it... What?.. He left a drink for me? Well you tell that Commander Zieman it's mighty neighbourly of him. Is he still about? I got somethin' here as a repayment"
He cranes his neck around whilst fishing around in his cloth bag.
Eventually he hobbles over to the bar, still clutching his cloth bag. "I don't see no 'War of the Galaxies' by Mercury Wells. I looked and I looked but... you ain't got it... What?.. He left a drink for me? Well you tell that Commander Zieman it's mighty neighbourly of him. Is he still about? I got somethin' here as a repayment"
He cranes his neck around whilst fishing around in his cloth bag.
Hello Garthyre. Long days and pleasant nights!
I'm Commander Throcken, a trader/hauler in the local systems. If anyone needs some cargo moved, or mail delivered, I'm your man. There's been no package too big or system too remote for me so far. I'm up for the challenge.
In the mean time, I'll take a measure of Qutirian SynCognac, if you have it, thankee.
I'm Commander Throcken, a trader/hauler in the local systems. If anyone needs some cargo moved, or mail delivered, I'm your man. There's been no package too big or system too remote for me so far. I'm up for the challenge.
In the mean time, I'll take a measure of Qutirian SynCognac, if you have it, thankee.
A tall, gaunt figure hobbles into the bar, barely distinguishable under layers of bandages and beeping portable medical equipment. Sometimes, he sloshes when no-one should slosh.
"The name's Muninn, Corvus Muninn. I've recently come into good fortune see", he wheezes, defying the evidence, "Won myself a space station, and the rock it runs around, in a drunken high stakes wager with a local crime boss. He betted that wrestling 4 Arcturan Mega-Ferrets, oiled up, and in zero gravity would be the death of me. I bet it wouldn't. We were both half right. So tonight I'm celebrating! The next round is on me!"
"The name's Muninn, Corvus Muninn. I've recently come into good fortune see", he wheezes, defying the evidence, "Won myself a space station, and the rock it runs around, in a drunken high stakes wager with a local crime boss. He betted that wrestling 4 Arcturan Mega-Ferrets, oiled up, and in zero gravity would be the death of me. I bet it wouldn't. We were both half right. So tonight I'm celebrating! The next round is on me!"
And kippis.
Finnish?
already? but you only just ordered that drink! slow down commander the bar is open all night, and in space night lasts forever
*Walks over to the Jukebox, looks at the Frankie Valli, Sinatra and then settles on something a little less played..."
"Keep the car running" - Arcade Fire starts playing...
lines up a few mellow tracks
"The Boy with the Arab Strap" - Belle and Sebastian
"Boots of Spanish Leather" - Bob Dylan
and finally the heavenly
"We Float" - by P J Harvey
Grabs his trademark Amaretto on the Rocks and leans back into chair staring at nothing in particular nodding gently to the songs as they play....
"Keep the car running" - Arcade Fire starts playing...
lines up a few mellow tracks
"The Boy with the Arab Strap" - Belle and Sebastian
"Boots of Spanish Leather" - Bob Dylan
and finally the heavenly
"We Float" - by P J Harvey
Grabs his trademark Amaretto on the Rocks and leans back into chair staring at nothing in particular nodding gently to the songs as they play....
That's so nice of you, Lady Garthyre. Bring me a pint of Leestiian evil juice, please.
I have brought a fresh pack of holo discs for the juke box.
Some of them are really great:
Van Maanen - Jump
The Docking Computers - We Will Dock You
The Buggles - Thargoids Raided Barnard's Star
I am sure there is more nice stuff in it. Have a look for yourself...
Commander 'Marcus Atreides' of the Imperial house Atreides reporting in. Just returned after cleaning out a nest of pirates from an asteroid travelling close to my homeworld of Caladan in the Delta Pavonis system. A bowl of pundi rice & a jug of your best house ale, & one for yourself bar keep...
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Commander, I would be honoured if you would allow me to put your name on the Wall of Fame. House Atreides is a proud name to bear, and well respected.
The house ale is Betty Stoggs, a beer from the Cornish Isles on Sol III.
David Bowie's Young Altairians - haven't heard that for ages
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Coming next:Across the Universe
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"You'll be DEAD!"
The old timer grabs the bomtoo slicer off the bar.
There's a flash of sparks and laser light. There's the sawtooth buzz of a stressed power converter followed by the dull thump of a dismembered arm hitting a bar-room floor.
The old man holds the slicer aloft. It's blade is lit as long as his left arm used to be. It bathes the dingy bar in a pool of cold blue light. There's no sign of the old man's assailant. He glances around to see if anyone noticed what he'd done, only to be greeted by a sea of flickering blue faces glaring back at him.
He stares pointedly at the hilt of the slicer. As he switches it off and returns it, he leans over the bar "What'chur docs charge fer limb jobs around here?". He then picks up his arm and examines the cauterised end.
The old timer grabs the bomtoo slicer off the bar.
There's a flash of sparks and laser light. There's the sawtooth buzz of a stressed power converter followed by the dull thump of a dismembered arm hitting a bar-room floor.
The old man holds the slicer aloft. It's blade is lit as long as his left arm used to be. It bathes the dingy bar in a pool of cold blue light. There's no sign of the old man's assailant. He glances around to see if anyone noticed what he'd done, only to be greeted by a sea of flickering blue faces glaring back at him.
He stares pointedly at the hilt of the slicer. As he switches it off and returns it, he leans over the bar "What'chur docs charge fer limb jobs around here?". He then picks up his arm and examines the cauterised end.
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If it has appeared then it seems the "idea" that was floated by Ashley is likely to happen : Namely that the discussions will be put into the Backers Forum so it can be read and conversations carried on.... It's a great idea because it makes it all transparent and you can all see how petty the DDF really are
Lunch hour Frank? I could do with someone handy like you for the Riedquat Trash run - We get some trouble from people not wantin' to give up their dropped cargo....