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Given Phylydion sense tendrils, we'd be about evenly matched in poker. And about the war, as you know, the people we fought were either Phylydion rebels or Nijayias syndicate members. They destroyed the empire from the inside, and our fleets managed to preserve some of the fringe worlds. *Hands Darkk a rare collector's edition 4 liter bottle of Dr. Pepper.* By the way, did you read my Taeskor definition in "Hey, Darkk"?

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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."
-Han Solo

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Maybe. But Sabacc uses electronics, and being merged with StormBreaker gives me quantokenesis, the ability to mover particles smaller than atoms. Many Nijayas can do an atom or 2, some can do very specific things in parallel (the no oxygen/food/water trick), but only I can do things like this. *A point of orange light appears on Darkk's hand. Suddenly it extends into an LRPK beam and vaporizes a fly annoying some patrons. The guards jump but then relax

I can also work simple electonics. *a Sabacc card appears in his hand.
Watch this, please. *It suddenly begins cycling through all possible cards.
Not that I would do that, but that I COULD, which is why I'm banned. Some Duploi can do it with cybernetic aids, which is the origin of the rule.

Thanks for the special edition. I'll scan in its molecular structure so I can make them on long, thirsty trips. Oh, and I did read the explanation. No more confusion here!

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Me: You ******* IDIOTS!! That planet was INHABITED!!!
Them: Ooops
Me: Let's resume this disscussion at the admiralty court near airlock 13.
[immediatly following the first disrupter missle test]

Cicion suddenly switched his attention back to an earliere statement in the conversation. "Did you say Verasi?"

"Yes. Appearently this artifact on Arliac is similar to some 'Verasi' style. Isn't that a Phylydion system?"

Cicion's face became somewhat worried. "Yes. Well, it was until the Nijayias Civil War. The blasted beaurocrats annexed it to the Sals. But I digress. What exactly were you getting in power readings?"

Darkk shook his head as if he still didn't believe it. "Increadible. The technology is along the same lines of StormBreaker but radically more advanced. This thing was in an idle state and was registering with a power output ten times greater than the Phylydia! Good thing these Arliacians keep it locked up so tight; someone could do some serious damage with power like that."

Cicion grew pale in a fixed stare at Darkk.

"What?" Darkk asked ponderingly.

"Sargatanus has one. In him."

Darkk's jaw dropped, before replying pensively "Please tell me you're joking, because this isn't funny if you are."

"Not one bit." Cicion said while shaking his head.

Darkk slumped in his seat. "Why does everything have to happen while I'm gone?"

Cicion kept the subject: "Wait a minute. You said this technology is similar to your ship's?"

"Along the same guidlines yes, but far more advanced."

"Would it be possible to use your ship as a walk-through for cracking this technology?"

Darkk reeled back in a slight shock. "Well first off, that would require my letting you touch my ship, which is unlikely. And second, even if I let you, it would take decades or even centuries to work it out. Yes the technologies are on the same lines, but what you're talking about would be like trying to figure out a quantum computer by studying an ancient vacuum tube!"

Cicion was starting to get frustrated, then the aprenhension came back to him. "What if the Sals got ahold of this new artifact? Could they reproduce it?"

Darkk pondered. "Well, if whatever Sargatanus has is on the same level, than they would have a technological refference. So it would be possible."

Cicion choked down the thought and got up. "I have to inform the High Octicon at once. Care to join me?"

"Absolutely." Darkk replied as the two walked off.

In all the hurry, neither of them had noticed the Salrilian who had been listening intently on their conversation, and was now messing around with a communicator. It said nothing. Instead, it sent a recording of the message directly through subspace to the Ring.

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Throughout their history these "unenlightened" beings have continually opposed and fought abuses of power wrought by their own bretheren. We, as the prophets would do well to learn from these Humans.
-Final statement of the Salrilian reformist Sirthis shortly before his execution.

-Sorry about the spamming,this is the last one, promise-
Ill just have some saalian brandy, cicion.
-Pays cicion and gets his drink-
-He downs it-
-Lights a cigarette-
-Realises he is the only person in the bar who smokes-
-doesnt notice the pool of romulan ale next to his leg-
"Oh, ---- this."
-Tosses cigarette on the floor-
-the ale catches fire, setting his trouser leg alight-
-He runs out (hissing noise)-
-he comes back in-
"Alright, thats it! im stopping!"

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'Light a man a fire and he'll be warm for one night. Set him on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.' Terry Pratchett

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If you insist. :evil:

Cicion, I'll take 6,574,783,921 pangalactic gargleblasters (hey, Darkk's paying so why not?) send them to Slug and his soldiers as a "gift".

Oh, and give me the most expensive item you have...

(Darn, you two walked off-I was going to join that poker game, even though I probably would have lost)

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*a very drunk Slug stumbles into the bar, knocking over all the furniture*

Ah deman to *hic* shpeak to the pershon who immobilished my entire *hic* ahrmada....

*burp*

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Good laws are produced by extremely bad manners.
-Alduran Pirate Captain Macrobius
StarLance

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Before leaving with Cicion, Darkk pays his tab, coming to about 120 billion schintak. Ouch. Fortunantly, I've got plently of dough.

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Me: You ******* IDIOTS!! That planet was INHABITED!!!
Them: Ooops
Me: Let's resume this disscussion at the admiralty court near airlock 13.
[immediatly following the first disrupter missle test]

*hacks into Darkk's bank account*
*transfers all the money into his account*
the next round of drinks is on me, folks!

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'Light a man a fire and he'll be warm for one night. Set him on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.' Terry Pratchett

*Cicion's Taeskor commandos beat the ÍÓˆÝ out of Karrde, and force him to put the money back. Darkk changes access codes after being notified.*

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Me: You ******* IDIOTS!! That planet was INHABITED!!!
Them: Ooops
Me: Let's resume this disscussion at the admiralty court near airlock 13.
[immediatly following the first disrupter missle test]

*Talon repeats what he did, but this time activates his personal cloaking device*
*Talon goes foraging into the storage room, using a very technologically advanced device called a lockpick, certain in the knowledge that no one can see him*
*drinks all the Saalian brandy*
*passes out*

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'Light a man a fire and he'll be warm for one night. Set him on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.' Terry Pratchett

*Decides that he will have to deal with Karrde himself, and walks into the storage room. He extracts his sense tendrils, which no cloaking device can protect from. He walks over to karrde, unconcious, deactivates and takes the personal cloaking device, takes a hundred scintak, and picks up Karrde by his neck. Karrde wakes up, somewhat.* I am getting tired of you rummaging around in all of my stuff. I have taken from you exactly enough to pay for the brandy you drank, and no more, don't worry. *Gives Karrde fifteen rapid punches in the chest, and tosses him onto a table in the main bar area. Cicion, still in the store rooom, brings his hand down in a chopping motion, and the table splinters in two down the middle. Karrde falls to the floor. Cicion walks into the bar area and closes and magnaseals the door to the storeroom.*

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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."
-Han Solo

*Darkk's security chief, the only other survivor of Darkk's old gateship, is in the bar.
*He beats the annoying ß·ˆÝ out of Karrde and forces him to return Darkk's dough.
*He then breaks Karrde's "My Very First ICE Breaker" from Ficher-Pirce.

Karrde, I'll let you keep 1,000,000 schintak if you'll stop doing that, OK? (It'll come from my new expense account )

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Me: You ******* IDIOTS!! That planet was INHABITED!!!
Them: Ooops
Me: Let's resume this disscussion at the admiralty court near airlock 13.
[immediatly following the first disrupter missle test]

[double post]


[This message has been edited by Fleet Admiral Darkk (edited 10-17-2000).]

Can I have the money if I don't hack into your account?

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How about instead all the Verasi artifacts you can pry off Sargatanus? j/k

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Me: You ******* IDIOTS!! That planet was INHABITED!!!
Them: Ooops
Me: Let's resume this disscussion at the admiralty court near airlock 13.
[immediatly following the first disrupter missle test]

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I only have one, and good luck getting it off me.

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What better way to make people stop bugging you than to ask them to do that?
[no offense Avatara]

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Me: You ******* IDIOTS!! That planet was INHABITED!!!
Them: Ooops
Me: Let's resume this disscussion at the admiralty court near airlock 13.
[immediatly following the first disrupter missle test]

Cool!

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"5 exclamation marks: The true sign of an insane mind."

Terry Pratchett

*Jon Hendricks walks out from behind the curtain on the small stage and starts singing "Suddenly" by Thelonius Monk.*

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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."
-Han Solo

*While Sargatanus and Darkk are laughing about how they foolded Avatara, Avatara sneaks up and steals it. Avatara is halfway outside, when he realizes what he is holding is only a plaster cast....*

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*walks into the bar*
"hey everyone! ive changed my mind about killing off the "Nasty Things that Sting" so i decided to kill off lemmings because they are so stupid and might as well not save them from themselves and some of those levels were so god damn hard and they are really not that smart and...oh...wait...i already said that...but...anywoo...if you help me...i will ask cicion to buy any "single serving" drinks for you...i mean..."
*sees cicion glaring hard at Piemur1, eyes glowing with a fierce reddish glow*
"I will buy a drink for you...err...thats what i meant to say...ya...heh... ...well...anyone up for it? and nothing too expensive!"
*mutters in a low voice*
"i really hope there wont be too many people willing to help wipe out a species that will wipe themselves out in 3 years because of their sun about to go nova and because they are just generally stupid and will walk off a cliff at any given moment"
*looks up*
"...err...yes?"
*sees everyone staring hard at him, then everyone rushes to the bar and orders their favorite drink*
"sigh..."

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Races to wipe out:
[*] All Tribbles but one... {X}
[*] Gerbils { }
[*] The infamous Blabblytes of Bla {X}
[*] Lemmings { }

[This message has been edited by Piemur1 (edited 10-20-2000).]

Yeah, give me that expensive Kobob drink that they make by taking the juice from rare fruit smashed on moon rocks...

I've never been able to afford one before.

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*Hands Avatara the drink, in a diamond glass.* That'll be 40 scintak, not including the use of a diamond glass tax and moonrock-crusher charges. Let's see, total is...

95 scintak and thirty scinteka. (A scinteka is a smaller amount of money just made official by the High Octicon now that trade between the Phylydion Imperium and other governments has been firmly established. It is one fifteenth of a scintak.)

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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."

[This message has been edited by Taeskor Cicion (edited 10-20-2000).]

*Cleans off the bar. Jon Hendricks walks offstage, and Frank Sinatra himself walks on. A full jazz band appears behind him, and he starts to sing.*

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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."