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Cicion has either left or is very busy....

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*screams:* Matthew! Where are you? *Lassie theme starts playing*

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I do not suffer from insanity
I enjoy every minute of it

-Cantharan Commodore za'Grom
After the capture of Earth

Riven grimaces at the recent pouring of events. He quickly shakes it off and heads over to Avatara's table, this time with a small flat checkered square in hand. "I'm black..."

Meanwhile, the Droid blankly stares at Slug for a minute. Slowly, he pulls out an electronic tab from under the counter while keeping his face pinned at Slug. The Droid pulls off the cap to a HyperPen and writes out the total as he walks up to slug. His face constantly looking higher at slug as he approaches, the Droid hands him the tab.
"What?! 28,000 Schintak!? Why-" the Droid cuts Slug short by grabbing the pad from Slug and finishing off a couple more calculations. He then hands it back to Slug who begins to grit his teeth. "Fine. Hold on a second."
Slug flips out a communicator and begins to speak in a hushed voice. "Ok guys, you're going to have to pay for your own drinks..." Slug suddenly cringes. He then yells back at his communicator "They wouldn't sew you." He waits a couple more seconds, and suddenly he retorts with a harsh voice "Well they're not me! Now bring up the total to my account." Slug then pulls out a credit chip and looks it over. He grins satisfactionally. He then bends over and hands it to the Droid as politely as possible. The numbers keep climbing and finally level out at around 29,300 schintak.
Several hours later, slug returns complaining his crew has been incapacitated, and the Droid simply points to the slogan above the bar door reading "Expect to get drunk."

Elsewhere in the bar, Avatara moves his Queen over Riven's Bishop. Avatara crosses his arms over his chest in winning pride, while Riven is frantically chewing on his nails.
"Ah ha! You've fallen into my master plan! You will die..."
Avatara sighs "Your last two peices must have one great plan up their sleeve..."

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No wonder all the ales gone. I'll just have to go over to slugs ship and take the remaining mugs.

*Walks past the gaurds, who are drunk and laughing hysterically*

Easy enough... Now, If I were a slug, where would I keep my ale...
Well, I'd better go get my slug defence from the kitchen first...

*grabs a salt shaker*

Ahhh... Theres the ale...

*glug glug glug*



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"D*** The torpedoes... FULL SPEED AHEAD!'
Admiral David Glasgow Farragut, Battle of Moblie Bay.

*Gives Avatara his Merenzane Gold, plus a second and third, no extra charge.* There you are, sir.

*steals a few too many mugs of ale...*

Hic... I bet tha dub slaggy slag is afrad a ma salt shakar...

Hic... Ahh wall, tis me who tis smilin
wiss I wooda ad my ale earlier...



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"D*** The torpedoes... FULL SPEED AHEAD!'
Admiral David Glasgow Farragut, Battle of Moblie Bay.

Cicion gets back to the counter and begins to count schintak. In a little while, the Droid musters all his guts (not that he has any), and approaches Cicion with a pad. He hands it to cicion.

"What? What's this- A RAISE!?! You don't get paid! You're a robot! The automatic help, for heaven sakes!" Cicion hysterically says.

The Droid seems to frown somehow in his robotic form. He crosses his small arms across his chest and looks the other way. Words quickly flash across the pad in Cicion's hand.

"Feelings. I hurt your feelings? You don't have feelings. You-... you don't even have a name!" Cicion points out.

Riven sortof pops his hand in the air. "Umm, actually he does."
The Droid flashes another set of words over the screen. "Droid? Was that your doing? Ok. Fine, fine. I give in."
Cicion swipes two schintak from the counter and hands it to the Droid. "I don't even see why a robot needs money anyway." The Droid happily jumps around in glee.

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*as the droid is jumoing up and down, he hits crk111's mug of ale he stole from slug, and he gets up and starts yelling*

"GET BETTER HELP"

WHY DON'T YOU HIRE ME, I'LL DO A BETTER JOB THAN THAT DUMB DROID, AND I WON'T ASK FOR MONEY!"



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"D*** The torpedoes... FULL SPEED AHEAD!'
Admiral David Glasgow Farragut, Battle of Moblie Bay.

Riven chuckles. "I doubt you could handle his load of work."

Cicion confirms it "That there Droid can carry more than 80 times it's own weight. Plus you don't have to feed it, clothe it, or give it room and board. It just pops into the wall. Which reminds me..." Cicion punches in a couple cammands into his pad, and immediately the Droid's arms and legs pop into a small shell which jumps into an indentation into the wall "...His work shift is over for today." Cicion smiles.

crk111, however, loses no time in scavenging the two schintak the Droid dropped. "Nother mug of ale please."

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Hic... I tink tat twill be me last mug o ale fer e while...

Must be a tanking ta droid...Hic...

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"D*** The torpedoes... FULL SPEED AHEAD!'
Admiral David Glasgow Farragut, Battle of Moblie Bay.

*Slug stares blankly at his bill, which looks like one of those Radio Shack Catalogue numbers that are so hard to copy down.*

*While the droid's back is turned, Slug takes his credit chip back, crosses out his name and writes crk111's name on it. Slug replaces the credit chip and walks away mumbling "Teach you to steal from a Salrilian"*

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I do not suffer from insanity
I enjoy every minute of it

-Cantharan Commodore za'Grom
After the capture of Earth

*Avatara frowns at the chessboard he and Riven are playing on.*

"How did that pawn and king take out all 11 of my pieces and get me into checkmate? Hmmm..."

*Riven quickly snatches up the bet he won, stands up and starts to leave.*

"Hey! Thats not checkmate you..."

*Avatara grabs Riven's sleeve before he can get away and takes the money.*

"I'll give you another chance. I'm black this time."


(Yay, Cicion's back )

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"Woa! I was joking when I said I had a master plan. Don't take it that hard." Riven said as he was pressed back down on his seat.

"Ya, well I don't like loosing what few credits I had that I was going to spend on a new ship. Besides, I need to find out if this board is wired or something."

Riven's stares at Avatara blankly. His left eye grows wider and begins to twich uncontrolably. "This game is light based. The peices are holographic, and the last time I even saw something 'wired' was at a museum."

"Forget I said anything. How about 3D checkers?" Avatara suggests. Riven smiles devilishly and slams down a couple thousand credits. Avatara wistles in surprise. "That's a lot. Ok, 3D checkers it is."

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***One hour later...***

*Avatara stands up and smiles as he notices Riven is regretting about that four thousand schintak bet he made...*

"Thanks, now I can finally go and repair my ship."

*A rumbling is heard in the distance as a ship takes off. Riven ponders how Avatara managed to take off if the ship he borrowed was fried when suddenly it hit him. Riven dashes outside.*

"Darn! He stole my ship!"

*Riven walks back into the bar and orders a drink.*

***Six hours later...***

*A drunken Riven stirrs as the rumbling of a ship landing is heard. He gets up and staggers to the doorway to find to his suprise that his ship is there alongside another ship. Avatara pops out, no longer in his brown robe, but in a navy blue uniform that looks like it was from the Nova... Riven and Avatara walk back in the bar and Avatara orders Merenzane Golds for both of them.*

"Ready for round three?" Avatara says as the checkerboard changes to a holographic RISK board. Riven's response is a hundred schintak slapped on the gametable, matched with a hundred from Avatara.


(PS. Don't describe my ship, I'll do that later)

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*A scarred Obiard, escorted by a small army of bodyguards, walks into the bar*
"Would the admiral happen to be here by any chance?" he says

The Droid looks at the Obiard with a tilted head. "Executive lounge" It buzzes.

"Good. I have a meeting."

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I do not suffer from insanity
I enjoy every minute of it

-Cantharan Commodore za'Grom
After the capture of Earth

*Wipes the droid's memory.* Brother. I bought the hunk of junk, and now he wants a salary. *Walks behind the bar, unsheaths his TaeBlade, and tests out his new grindstone sharpening it.*



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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

"I revived a man in Memphis just to watch him live."
-Anonymous Doctor

Hey droid!

Could I place an order for three thousand tons of unpackeged salt to be delivered to the slugs ship?

It would be nice of you could spread it all over too...

And, that will be on his bill...

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"D*** The torpedoes... FULL SPEED AHEAD!'
Admiral David Glasgow Farragut, Battle of Moblie Bay.

Yay!!! I finally got past that accursed level 12!!! (and my own tactics, your's didn't work Sargatanus)

Drinks are on me!

*Buys a round of drinks for everyone in the bar, including Slug, but not the members of his ship (I don't have that much money!). Pays Cicion the full amount of schintak*

Ok, now you can make fun of me for not being able to beat level 12 for a month... Just not in the bar.

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Yay!!!! I finally beat level 12!!!! (and with my own tactics, Sargatanus, your's didn't work. )


Drinks are on me!!!!

*Buys four rounds of drinks for everyone in the bar, including Slug, but not his crew (I'm not THAT rich! )*


Ok, you can laugh now but its true.

Oh, and I submitted my character to the AWB topic, in case you haven't noticed.

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Look, at first it was funny but now it's downright annoying how people make all the salt jokes and think they're being origional.

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I do not suffer from insanity
I enjoy every minute of it

-Cantharan Commodore za'Grom
After the capture of Earth

Hehe.

I made it to level 15!

Sorry, no drinks this time!

*Avatara sips at his own drink and continues the game with Riven...*

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Cicion is busy washing dishes when the commpad behind him buzzes him. He promptly answers it "Taeskor Cicion speaking."
"Cicion, this is the station counsel. We're discussing station safety in light of recent events linked to your bar, and wanted to know if you were going to tighten security anytime soon?"
Cicion chuckled to himself. "Tell the governess that I'm well aware of what goes on in here, and that I can handle any of the sitations that arise. I am, after all, the professional security on this station."
"Ah, well, we've been getting recent reports that you were either not there, or just unavailable. But if you say so..."
"I do. Thank you." Cicion says, turning off the commpad. He then looks around for the Droid. "I geuss I better fix you up like normal again."

In one swift move, Riven takes Avatara's Queen by moving his pawn to level 16. Avatara gasps.

Riven smiles as he rubs his hands together. "I guess you owe me this time. What'll it be this time? 4,5 thousand-"
Avatara cuts in, downright disgusted with his bad luck "Seven... thousand... credits."
"Ah, yes. Seven thousand." Riven says as he marks it down on a scribbled out peice of paper.
Avatara watches Riven add up the total, and as he begins to get a little fidgety, he starts to pout "I don't see why 3D chess is so popular anyway. You don't get to see any blood'n'guts when you kill somone's soldiers."
Riven slowly looks up from his pad. "You want to play something different?" Riven asks to which Avatara begins to nod with greedy eyes.

Cicion boots the Droid back up. "Now, let's see if you work like you should... Droid." The Droid lifts its head attentavely. "Can you speak?" It shakes its head. "Good, I never thought I installed a voice drive anyway... ahem. Droid, can you get me a devil's breath?"
The Droid looks worried. It shakingly picks up a container and runs out the door. "Hey Droid! We're you going?"

Suddenly the commpad buzzes him again. "Cicion! I thought you said you fixed your security!"
Cicion yelled back. "I did! What's the matter?"
"Well, someone just attacked the governess!"
"Attacked? Is she hurt?"
"Well, no. But someone was here and stole her-"
Cicion cut in "Has it made her any poorer?"
"No, but-"
"Then I wouldn't worry about it." And with that, he turned off the commpad.
Seconds later, the Droid skipped up to Cicions side with a closed container.
Cicion suspicously eyed it and chuckled. The label read: Governess Mrs. Tiskel's breath - 1.8 milligrams.
"Well, a devil indeed, but the wrong type." He giggles a bit "I think I forgot to finish your programming." Cicion says as he inserts the bar's list of drinks and repetuars.

In the meantime, Riven and Avatara are busy blowing eachother's guts out on a expansive 3D combat game. Soon, a crowd gathers around them watching the holographic projection of the battle, rooting for the players.

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Sorry slug...

just a little angry about that huge bill...
I'll buy ya a drink...
*gives the droid the money and order, but as soon as it starts off steals the money back*

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"D*** The torpedoes... FULL SPEED AHEAD!'
Admiral David Glasgow Farragut, Battle of Moblie Bay.

*Cicion is in the training room. He jumps over a training drone's blade arm, rolls, spins, and sticks his knife in the drone's back. Just then, a complaint comes from the main bar. Cicion walks into the bar.* What is it now? *Avatara is at the bar, arguing with the droid. He starts, "Your droid is really giving us a lot of troub-" and is cut off by a thudding sound. He looks back at the droid and it has a handle sticking out of its back, with sparks flying out from it. Cicion walks over and retrieves his knife. Sheathing it in his sleeve, he takes the droid and flies it to an old friend of his. He returns a few hours later with the words, "If Shug Ninx can't fix up my droid, noone can."

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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

"I revived a man in Memphis just to watch him live."
-Anonymous Doctor

"I thought we were playing Risk... hmm... Oh well, the current game is much better."

*A big grin crosses Avatara's face as he wins back five thousand of the Schintak he gave Riven*

Oh, by the way...

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