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Can't really blame the gaurds. Ever since Minister Grayhpes was killed with Salrilian torture poison during negotiations, the royal guards have been on edge.
**Wishes there was a 5 Litre Dr Pepper
Another 3 Litre Dr. Pepper please, Cicion.

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Commander-in-Chief of the Nijayias Interstellar Navy.

*Cicion explains to the gaurds that although he is physically Audemedon, he is in actuality a Phylydion. The Phylydion and the Nijayias have been at peace for thousands of years. If a war broke out between them, the collateral damage would destroy quite a large number of galaxies. They both have immense power at their command. He mentally thanks Admiral S. for disarming the guards so that he didn't have to do it himself. Grabs Angel's arm before he can pour a drink and reminds him that Cicion and Cicion only can pour drinks here. Tosses Angel back into his seat.* "Saalian Brandy coming up, Igadzra." *Slides a Merenzane Gold down the bar to Newt.* "Try this, its my personal favorite. Corona-Lemon coming up, Admiral S. On the house for that little trick you pulled. I would've had to kill the guards. Mellow Yellow coming up, Your worshipfullness." *Tries to restrain his laughter at the Prince's taste.* "Dr. Pepper coming up, Darkk. That'll be another 3 schintak."

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Commander Cicion, commander of Audemedon 6th fleet

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

**Sundered pours himself a drink "in spirit", since no-one can stop him doing that, and seems upset that the entertainment has been called off.**

Bartender, do you know how to mix a Pu!ixchaveex?

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Sundered Angel,
The One and Only

Of course. Here you are. That'll be .5 schintak.

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Commander Cicion, commander of Audemedon 6th fleet

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

**Realises this bartender is good.**

Well, lets see what else you know how to mix...

**He proceeds to question Cicion on various throat-burning substances, finally catching him out on how to mix a "Sissilian Double-Tang Understated Smoothie".**

Hmmmm. You seem to know your stuff. Another Devil's Breath, please.

**He then (finally) pays his tab, and it is noted that the money is NOT fake.**

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Sundered Angel,
The One and Only

*Cicion returns to his bar in his real Phylydion body.* Ah, that's better. That clunky Aud body was getting annoying. Devil's breath, coming up. Where'd Darkk and Fett go?

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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

Fett's passed out in the bathroom, and I think Darkk and the prince are out back with that five-legged trashcan you so recently inhabited beating it with a stick.


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"…Throught their history, these 'unenlightened' beings have continually organized to opposed the injustices and attrocities committed by their bretheran in power. We, as the prophets, would do well to learn from these humans."
-Final statement of Salrilian reformist Sirthis before his execution.

Actualy I was teaching him popping Audenmedon connectors - a most usefull skill.

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Commander-in-Chief of the Nijayias Interstellar Navy.

**Takes a sip of his Devil's breath and exhales a small flame jet.**

Audemedon? Popping connectors is all very well, but not for the faint of heart. Perhaps you should teach him to use the outnumber them, outgun them tactic. It's about the only thing that has a success rate over 80%.

**Ponders for a second.**

Then again, if you avoided them entirely, you'd never have to break half a dozen metallic legs metallic legs anyway.

**Shrugs, and happily spits a fireball out the back door to clear his throat.**

Whew. Another Devil's Breath, Cicion. And make it strong. I haven't been drunk for a long time...

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Sundered Angel,
The One and Only

I'll get to it at once. A strong D's B, eh? I can do that. *Mixes the proper ingredients for a high-strength Devil's Breath, and the mixture melts the reinforced durasteel container it was being mixed in.* Perfect. Here you go. *Hands it to him. It is in a glass made of energy-reinforced Durantium Alloy.*

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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

**Accepts the drink.**

Thanks.

**Hands over a couple of schintak, and quaffs the drink. He then excuses himself and wanders out the back. A couple of seconds later there is a flash and a heat wave. Sundered Angel enters again, happily.**

Whee, that was fun! Haven't gouted flame that good since I arrived in this particular time!

**Quite tipsy**.

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Sundered Angel,
The One and Only

Hey, bartender! BARTENDER! CAN WE GIT SUM SURVICE ARUND HERE?! *Cicion comes out from the kitchen/storeroom* Hey, haven't we met somewhar?

Whatever. Hey, I wuz *hic*. ****. I'm drunk...

Anyway I wuz talkin' with one of thim sciantists over thar. I lurned me an interestin' little fact abowt them Elejeetians. They lak t' greet yuh with them tendrill thingies *starts to whisper* and it's roomered that those are thar sex orguns too! Har har har!!! Now ain't that a doosey?! Har har! You just watch you, y'hear?! Make sure you don't let any of them ellahjeeshuns get TOO friendly on yuh!!! HAR HAR HAR!!!

This post has been edited by Aithon: 12 November 2006 - 01:25 PM

So a powerfull Phylydion fleet is on far side of the planet?
heh you got to see my new ship. it's Powerfull!! but do NOT hit the red Button.

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I will not salute to a Ares Admiral.
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The Warps.
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Hey, guys, I'm back. The Modified Cruiser blew a fuse over in the Palyos Belt, so I got stuck there until I could fix it. I'm gonna have a talk with those maintinance boys.

Anyway, I'll have a Saalian Brandy.

Saalian Brandy coming up. *Pours the brandy and gives it to Mag, then pours himself a Merenzane Gold and knocks it back. Walks over to Aithon. Grabs him by his collar and lifts him into the air, shakes him, and plops him down on his stool.* Looks like you could use a glass of water. *Pours and gives him a glass of water, secretly putting in sobering pills.*

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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

*Shouts from out-of-the-way booth* Bartender! Just how many fleets do we have in orbit now anyway? I'm starting to feel a little jittery with all this company. *Does an Igadzra gesture of disgust* I've never really followed what this Nijaiwhosiwhattsit guy is doing here anyway, I got bored with all the history ducumentaries . . . *considers for a moment* . . . don't answer that. Oh and that D's B looks fun, I'll take one. *indicates empty glass of Saalian brandy*

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"Landing request denied."

- The Igadzra

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*Aithon sobers up and theme song from "A Few Dollars More" starts playing*

Now this here's an Cantharan particle rifle *flashes bigass weapon at Cicion the bartender* or what they like to call "The Silent Flame of Thod". Me? I like to call it "The Violent Death of Cicion". It can fire fifty rounds of whatever that nasty **** that comes out of the barell is in one second. I don't know quite how it works, but I imagine that if I start pushing buttons, we can find out. So you gotta ask yourself one question: Do you feel lucky? Well do ya? PUNK?!

*Cicion (sorry to write in your part, I didn't want to destroy this pretty little fictional world of yours) ducks under the bar and pulls out some strange metalic object that's painted a tint of orange that reminds you of Audemon ships, and points it at Aithon.* This is MY bar. You're drunk. Sober up and thank whatever gods you worship that I'm not going to shoot you. *Snatches rifle from Aithon* Firearms, by the way, belong behind the bar until you're ready to disembark, or until you sober up, which ever one happens last. You can pick yours up tomorrow morning.

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Clint Eastwood: 13... 16... 18... $18 thousand? Hmmm... *starts counting waggon full of dead bodies over again. Hidden man reveals himself and aims to shoot. Clint Eastwood turns and fires his revolver, striking the man in the forehead*

Bounty Hunter: *from a distance* Something wrong?

Clint: *dragging freshly killed man onto waggon* I thought something was wrong with my counting, but I think I have it figured out.

This post has been edited by Aithon: 12 November 2006 - 01:26 PM

Well, Igadzra, the Phylydion Primary Armada, consisting of 6 system fleets, the fleet which is under my direct command, is in orbit. Also is the small fleet of the Nijayias prince, and that Human carrier and escorts under Newt's command. Mag just got here with that clunky cruiser of his. My fleet is the dominant force by a factor of 50 or so, and there'll be no fighting whatsoever here. My fleet alone has enough power to march through Cantharis, Salril, and Audemedon and wipe them all out. The Prince has plenty of firpower as well.*Pours a D's B into Igadzra's glass, and the glass melts, as does the table.* Hmmm. Maybe something not quite as acidic would suit you? Here's something that I concocted myself: A Phylydion Red-Eye. It's called that because it makes a Phylydion's eyes, which are normally pure blue, turn pure red because of the type of alchohol which is used. I have no idea what effect it would have on a Human. Here, try it. *Pours a Phylydion Red-Eye into his new glass. Igadzra drinks it, and goes flying off his stool into the padded wall.* Wow! Quite a kick! *Looks at Aithon, and tosses him his rifle.* Actually, I changed my mind. Let's see what would've happened if you had actually tried to use that thing. *Aithon looks dubious, but agrees. He hefts the weapon, aims, and fires. Before the bolt strikes the wall, Cicion dodges, flips over the bar and dashes with blinding speed to Aithon's table, coming up behind him and kicking the weapon out of his hand and into the air. Cicion jumps, catches the weapon in mid-air, and lands behind the bar, putting the weapon away.* Ahh, that was fun. *Aithon has now fully sobered up.*

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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

I don't think you could march through Salril, nobody has been able to do a recon mission there in a very, VERY long time, so I should probably fill you in: All the solid planets and moons are populated to the hilt so they've started construction of an enormous habitat structure. A ring, approximately one million miles wide, looped around the star with a radius of about 110 million miles. This has all the surface the Salril system will need for eons to come. Now, three of the other Fleet Admirals (there's a total of nine) have all their forces stationed there. Not to mention the systems stationary defences. And once the ring is completed, the electro-magnetic tides it would produce could be focused to project a stream of plasma, straight from the star, at any fleet that tried to show up without permission. The ring will be finished within five Earth years.

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"…Throught their history, these 'unenlightened' beings have continually organized to opposed the injustices and attrocities committed by their bretheran in power. We, as the prophets, would do well to learn from these humans."
-Final statement of Salrilian reformist Sirthis before his execution.

PhylSec(Phylydion Security) has launched a great many raids in Salril in the past few years and we are fully aware of this development. The High Octicon has ordered that a plant be placed in the ring to keep the Salrilians at bay without having to destroy them. If that station is fully completed, they will no doubt strike against their enemies and then retreat behind it before their enemies can recover. The Nijayias/Phylydion Alliance is wondering whether to go in and slag the whole thing before it is completed or to wait and see what the Prophets do once it is complete.

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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

Haahahaa... Who want to see that ringy thingey short out . all i have to do is go there and hit the red button.

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I will not salute to a Ares Admiral.
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The Warps.
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The Sals probably don't have red buttons because they probably don't have red blood. The reason that warning lights and such for Humans are red is because red is the color of Human blood. Besides, I think you've had too much to drink. Let me see. *Cicion's sense-tendrils extend from the patches to the left and right of his mouth and pass near Xwarp's face.* My goodness! If you had any more alcohol in you you could disinfect your cuts by spitting on them! Oh, well. *Pours himself a Phylydion Red-Eye and knocks it back. His three eyes immediately turn pure red.* Vampire mode, bleh!

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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

Now I wonder if Fett is concious yet? *Walks over to where Fett is sprawled in a position that reminds Cicion of those pictures of Civil War battlefields right after the battle was fought.* Well, well, well. This has never happened to Boba Fett before. Want a drink, Xwarp? No, no, I'm not giving you a drink, you've had way too much already. *Pulls throwing dart tipped with tranquilizer out of belt and in one fluid motion spins and throws it. It lands in Xwarp's back, knocking him out. Cicion retrieves his dart and puts a bandage on the small cut it made.* There. Now you can sleep it off. Aithon, do you want anything else besides that water?

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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo

[Bonus points to whoever catches the ring reference]

The ring is being built mainly for economic purposes, remember that Salril is rediculously overpopulated. (although if the resources for the ring were being used for ship building the Sals would outgun any armada in the galaxy) but I suspect that one underlying motive is to concentrate the Oracular net; the ring has more than enough capacity.

The ring also has enough room for just about every intelligent being in the known galaxy, so if the Oracular Net and Council are overthrown, it could easily become an economic social/trading hub for all species.

*pauses to recieve incoming data*

I've just been informed that we may have our opportunity to strike coming up in a few months, but I will need to gather more information. It seem that the Haruspex [head figure of the Grand Oracular council] has died. His nav computer suffered a hiccup and didn't plan that he would collide with an asteroid.

Now, the Council should hold a sibylline junction within three or four months to select the "most insightful" Auspexes. If I could recruit a Phylydion who is very well trained in psychic espionage and possesion, we might be able to take control over the proper candidate, provided we the Junction is outside of the Oracular Net's umbrella. (brain waves can be jammed if projected). There is a 62% chance that the Junction will be in an isolated system just out of the Net's reach. But as I said, I need to be better informed.

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"…Throught their history, these 'unenlightened' beings have continually organized to opposed the injustices and attrocities committed by their bretheran in power. We, as the prophets, would do well to learn from these humans."
-Final statement of Salrilian reformist Sirthis before his execution.

I'll notify the High Octicon immediately.

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Commander Cicion, commander of Phylydion Primary Armada

"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo