NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is a space station RP. No wars. No fleets. Just a peacefull base along a trade route. I will be playing the part of the command crew, as it's my RP and I can do what I want. :P

The rest of you can be part of the station crew, tourists, bartenders, shop owners, cargo ship crews, the crew of the station defense cruiser. The station will be owned by no one. It will have once been a Crimmond outpost though. The crew refused to leave and were left on thier own.

IC: Station Commander Hall looked out the window of her office out at the rest of the station. She saw small ships shizzing about on repair duties. Damn pirates. she thought as she watched. She spotted a dot moving closer. After a few minutes it was esy to see it was a frieghter. She sat down and went over the list of arriving ships.

Haunted Forest----Cargo Hauler
Ytaho----Privateer
SS Javalin Star----Modified Attack Craft
Sarah Blaine----Blain Aerospace Inc Cargo Hauler
CSS Forbearant----Station Defense Cruiser
The Blimp----Goodyear Inc Corporate Craft
Chessie----C&O Spacelines Cargo Hauler
Blackjacket----Private Trader
The King's Crown----Anheuser-Busch Galactic Breweries Cargo Hauler

Hall set the list down and sighed. A light week. She might even take a trip down to the shops and get a new outfit. For now though... she stood and walked out into the command center, looking at the crew of four officers and three crewmen. She walked around making her rounds of the center, looking up as the console beeped. That cargo hauler had docked.

OOC: Enter at your leisure.

Can I be the captain of the Haunted Forest?

Can I be the captain of the Haunted Forest?OOC: You can be captian of any ship on the list or a crewmember or hell, the entire crew. Just RP arrival. The first ship hasn't been named other than it's a cargo hauler. It could be any of them.

OOC: SS Javalin Star if you will.

OOC: I don't care. Just RP it before anyone else and it's yours. First come first serve.

OOC: Would you be willing to allow me to own/operate a bar on the station? The Screaming Wookies was the site of many a hilarious occassion on former Klonor stations

OOC: Read the above post. And somone RP! :lol:

OOC: Modified Attack Craft.. like what? Fighter.. frigate.. hm?

OCC: Mind if I take control of CSS Forbearant?

OOC: I DO NOT CARE WHAT SHIP YOU RP OR WHAT POSITION YOU RP, JUST START RPING!

Out of hyperspace, the LRRMSV Savuka, a massive long-haul battlefreighter/on-the-spot hospital ship/mining cruiser (a converted battlecruiser, retaining some weapons systems) appears, near the station.

"This is the LRRMSV Savuka, LRRMSF. We have a load of ore and polymers, as well as some new maps. Requesting permission to offload our cargo, over."

OOC: The entire crew? Okay, but I'll try to stick to the Captain, just for sanity's sake.

IC: The Haunted Forest groaned slightly under the piercing "clank" that was the station's docking clamps latching on to her hull. "Jesus Christ, can't they be a bit more gentle? I paid a fortune for this rig!" John leaves the bridge, now fully manned with four (not including himself) of his fifteen-person crew. The Haunted Forest was a midsized cargo vessel in good shape for her ten year age. A non-aligned, freelance vessel; her captain, Jonathan Porter, took her wherever the money was. Her missions could be exciting and danger-filled, but today was not such a day. The cargo of frozen fish-sticks safely stowed in the ship's cargo bays, Captain Porter strides through the airlock and into the station.

The Modified Attack Frigate SS Javalin Star Emerged from its journey in TachSpace, it cruised towards Aurora.

"SS Javalin Star To Aurora Requesting permission to dock for repairs and a rest, over."

Outside the Broken Drum Resturaunt and Inn a Mr. Slate held a broom. He didnt know why he swept, it just seemed natural, even if 'bots came by every day and scrubbed the floor till it shone.
Buisness had been slow lately, but it looked like a few new ships were coming in.
He kicked a nearby security 'bot that had shut itself off out of boredom.

The CSS Forbearant slowly makes its way to the spacestation after months of travel. It was time to finnaly get some rest and eat decent food.
[code:1:d819493e0f]
To: Station Commander Hall
From: Captain Juman Flongal
Subject: Arrival and boarding
We have finnaly arrived from Earth to defend this space station from pirate maruders but before we can, my crew needs some well-earned R&R. We request permission to board at gate 8.[/code:1:d819493e0f]

OOC: Okay, I just wanted to make sure you were okay with me being in the RP. I don't know why, but somehow I get the feeling that you're not to fond of me and I wanted to check if that would extend to this RP

IC:

Hans Sprugnfeld walked around the inside of his bar, relishing the calm and silence. He'd managed the Screaming Wookie back on station Riviera (An Arcadia Installation back in Deneb) before the Fall, and once everything went to hell he got out of the system as fast as he could. He'd made his way here, buying a small office with what funds he'd stashed away before the Fall. Now, after months of hard work and mind wrecking thought, he'd finished. The first Screaming Wookie on a mon-Klonor station was finally finished.

He slowly walked towards the entrance; reaching through the open door to flick a switch which lit up a small, simple sign.

Screaming Wookie Bar & Grill. Try the Colosstomizer, it'll knock you all the way back to Sol.

Hans Sprungfeld smiled, the Screaming Wookie was back.

Hall sighed. "So much for light duty... start clearing the ships for arrival. And... alert security the Javalin Star has arrived. We don't need another firefight in the resturant."

"Aye sir. Clearing ships."

"Alerting security."

Hall walked to the main console and tapped a few buttons. "Cargo bays, stand by for transfers."

Hall sighed. "So much for light duty... start clearing the ships for arrival. And... alert security the Javalin Star has arrived. We don't need another firefight in the bar."

"Aye sir. Clearing ships."

"Alerting security."

Hall walked to the main console and tapped a few buttons. "Cargo bays, stand by for transfers."

The Savuka waits to be noticed. The giant ship's crew is very surprised that the freighter, near 1 km in length, has gone unagknowledged.

The SS Javalin Star slid into dock with the Aurora, and the crew left the repair bots and crews to do their work.

"Ok Crew.. your free to do what you want, just make sure your back on the ship by the end of the week, dont want any of you to be left behind.. that is all" Captain Kayla Ash said over the internal Comms.

"Lets see if they remember me" Captain Ash mumbled to herself, smirking.

OOC: It was cleared for arrival... along with the rest.

The Savuka slides towards the docking bay on the station.

"Looks like a tight fit."

The foreward observation bubble houses Georg, the robot in charge of cargo transfer. He looks out at the station's docking bay. Outside the bubble, teams of repair bots zip around, performing the odd task.

The freighter, near 1km in length, stops before trying to enter the largest port. A repair bot flies up to the station crewmember who appeared to be in charge of cargo transfer.

"Hello, sir. Do you believe a vessel 900 meters in length would be able to fit into your facilities here?"

{The -Noir- space crusier Elsa, a space cruise liner converted for use in the -Noir- Imperial Space Fleet, approaches the space station. Chancellor Keiji paces back and forth inside his cabin}

Keiji: I'm getting bored...I wish I could've used the Durandal...

{Keiji walks over to his computer}

Keiji: But no...The Durandal has to under go repairs and its firing system needs to be updated...Hmph...Like it needs updating...

{A small video window pops up on his computer screen}

Keiji: What is it now, Mark?

Mark: Sir, we are coming up on a Crimmond Space Station...I've checked its specs on the UMN...They don't appear to be hostile.

Keiji: Mmmk...

Mark: Do you want to bypass this station?

Keiji: Nah...I'm bored of being stuck in here...Let's stop for a few hours...

Mark: Affirmative, sir.

{The video window closes, on Keiji's monitor}

Keiji: Wonder what Mireille is doing...Bet she's still asleep...

{Keiji thinks for a second}

Keiji: I'll wake her up once we dock...

{Captain Mark Sanders walks over to the UMN officer}

Mark: So is there any other info we can get?

UMN officer: No, sir...This station had not been well documented by the UMN control...The note at the bottom says it has no great significance...It's just a regular dock colony, according to our rating scales...

Mark: Must get boring out here...Ok...Contact the station and ask for docking clearance...

[code:1:3e5aac3284]To: Crimmond Station

This is the USSN Elsa, requesting docking clearance.[/code:1:3e5aac3284]

The bar was a dive, nothing more nothing less. It had come to terms with this this long ago, and now even went so far as to advertise the fact. Inside the clientele ranged from basic space-lane scum to down and out hitch hikers, from bounty hunters to bounty hunted. The station authorities put up with it because a certain amount of villany was expected in a busy port and if you have to have it then you might as well keep it all in one place.

Imaan Baleesh was a bounty hunter. He was extroverted, flash, inexperienced and very careful about his appearance. We could go into more detail but frankly, he ain't gonna live much longer. He strode into the bar with a swagger, tapped one of the patrons at the bar with exaggeratted pressure, and recieved a short-range electric shock to the base of the neck. Two heavies dragged him into the shadows for "questioning". A third waved the barman over, "Call the security, a dead body just turned up outside the bar. No-one saw nothing." The barman sighed and did as requested.

Mr. Slate watched the new arrivals with some interest. A few new species made little differnce, after all he had seen just about everything the galaxy could throw at a person.
He went back inside, hit a cleaning bot and ordered it to put out new bedsheets.
A short time later there was a shattering sound that suggested he had used too much starch last wash.
He sighed and picked up a mallet.
Later, he dragged the remains of a cleaning robot out to the 'curb' and dropped it, it beeped patheticaly and tried to hit him with a squegee.
He went back inside.
The 'bot picked itself up and walked down the street, cleaning everything that moved.

The crewmember stares at the bot and answers. "Uh... I don't think so. Not in the station, but we have outer berths."

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"USSN Elsa. You're cleared to dock. You may have to wait a few minutes though. We're a little busy at the moment."

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"Sir... security reports a dead body outside one of the bars. No one saw anything, reportedly."

"Shit. Send in a squad to lock that bar down. Start questioning everyone. The arrivals can drink in that new one, Wookie whatever."

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(OOC: I'm taking security as well, for convienance. If you want to RP security as well, go ahead. I don't mind.)

A squad stepped out of the lift and walked along the main shop level, wearing full armor and carrying assault weapons. They step into the dive of a bar and block the door. "Hello. We have a few questions we'd like to ask you. And I'd advise you not move quickly. These weapons seem to go off very easily."

[quote="Crimmond"]The crewmember stares at the bot and answers. "Uh... I don't think so. Not in the station, but we have outer berths."[quote]

"Thankyou. Could you tell us how to contact the controllers on the exterior berths?"

Kayla walked around the station.. she spotted the Screaming Wookie and walked towards it.

Hans notices the strange woman approaching the bar and smiles with glee, My first customer!

"Greetings and welcome to the Screaming Wookie, the finest bar this side of Alpha Centauri! May I seat you?"

It may be a bar, and a bar that serves illegally powerful drinks at that, but that doesn't mean its owner can't be polite.

The bartender swiftly moved to the entrance to where the troopers were trying to lock down a bar full of drunk spacescum. "If I may suggest a different course of action gentlemen? If you close down the bar now you'll have this merry bunch wandering the station mugging the tourists and trying to steal the transports. And thats even if you manage to shut down the bar without a mini bloodbath and a riot. All that plus the fact that you have no real reason to close this place down and people are going to think twice about visiting this place again eh? Wouldn't it be so much nicer if I just gave you a few names now and you can qustion them later on at your convenience?"

"Why Thank you, of course" Kayla smiled "what a polite man" she thought.

"Right this way." He says as he leads her to one of the many empty tables, placing two menus on the table in front of her.

The first, a rather complete menu with a large variety of prepared foods and an unholy long list of alcohols (Above is written the phrase: If we can't make it, it isn't alcoholic). The second menu, a simple white piece of paper, merely has two sentences written upon it.

The Collostomizer, use at your own risk. Pregnant women and people with heart disease should not order.

EDIT: Added a word that I forgot

"Hey.. Surprise me" Kayla said

OOC: gotta sleep

"Hey.. Surprise me" Kayla said

OOC: gotta sleep

John, after taking care of the necessary payment and check procedures, clears his crew to leave the ship and begins wandering about the prominade deck.

The crewman nodded. "Contact the Central Control Center. The Traffic Controller is there."

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The trooper laughed. "Who said we were letting them out?" He looks over to the one by the door. "Seal it, security code Alpha." The trooper nodded and the door slid shut, lock clanking.

The one in charge grabbed a chair and sat down. "Now. No one is leaving untill I find out who killed that scum. And if no one answers... no one leaves this station for a very, very long time." He refered to the 'dungeon' the station had. There were no prison colonies nearby, so they made one of their own. Five criminals were there serving out their time. Conditions were considered... sub par.

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"Okay, but be careful."

He walks to the bar, returning with a glass of slightly fizzing blue liquid.

"Elarian Ale. Watch out, it's got quite a kick."

The captain of the Haunted Forest joins Kayla at the bar of the Screaming Wookie. He smiles at the bartender and holds up a finger. "I'll take one of your strongest drinks, just as long as it's less than the equivalent of twenty Xanthalian Quinaults."

OOC: If Hans knows this, a Quinault is about 2 USD.

One of the heavies smiled and raised a hand, "I killed the man, officer. In defence of a friend, you see. He came at one of my friends waving a pistol, screaming something about being worth ten thousand credits dead. He must have had him confused with someone else," the heavy smiled widely. "Luckily I was behind him and could take him out, the old quick zap and takedown technique. I'm sure if you question everyone here they will all agree with my testimony." As he looked around the bar all the other patrons began nodding vigourously.

The crew walks through the gate and asks for directions to the nearest place to eat. The captain heads for the control room for some odd reason. Outside the control room he sees a small purple creature. He starts to chase after it when he runs into the biology room and sees a good looking female scientist.
OCC: Ah the good captain gets rewarded hopefully. 8)

"Are you sure? People have died from theses things."

However, he walks towards the bar anyway. The Collostomizer was the pride of the Screaming Wookie, invented by the Duke himself, and any occasion to make one was taken.

John grins. "Now that's what I'm talking about." He grabs the glass and chugs the entire contents in a single gulp. Grabbing his throat, he falls backward off the chair, convulsing.

"Idiot."

He grabs the Xanthalian by the arms and drags him to the bar, slapping the wall comm.

"Attention (whatever would serve as a station hospital), I have a man in need of medical attention. We are at the Screaming Wookie Bar & Grill. Please hurry."

John holds up a hand. "Wait!" He sits up and shakes himself from head to toe. "Damn! That's a good drink!" He regains his feet and sits back at the bar. "Can I have another?"

"I wouldn't recommend it. I'll need payment up front. 300 florens."

He holds out his hand. An old nice man he might be, but he is very straightforward about his money.

John looks slightly put-off. "How much is a Floren? I never know what currency I'll be asked for these days, so I just use Quinaults. Since the Xanthalian government runs an electronic exchange market it's easy for everyone involved."

Hans looks down at his feet, slightly put out.

"3 florens are worth only 1 standard credit. Ever since the Fall our money has downspiraled. (It used to be 1 floren equaled 2 USD)."

"Ouch." He hands over forty quinaults. "That's for both drinks. One more then?"

"Last I checked, forty quinaults comes to 80 standard credits. It's 100 standard credits, per drink. Or is my math off?"

The grin on his faces dares the Xanthalian to challenge his math.

The captain smiles. "It is. But I said to give me a drink only if it cost the equivalent of less than twenty Quinaults. So I ask you... Who is in the wrong here?"

OOC: This will be interesting... By the way, this guy isn't Xanthalian, in species or in nationality.

"I believe you are, since the price of 1 Collostomizer is 300 florens. You order it, you pay forit. You can't just lower the price because you don't like it."

He then reaches behind himself, flicking s witch on the bar. A side door opens and four rather large men who are quite heavily armed walk out.

"You ordered the drink, you drank the drink, and now you pay for the drink. I didn't force it on you. Now, are we gonna have a problem? I assure you, these men are quite experienced at getting the money owed from deadbeat patrons."

OCC:Won't someone rp the biologist my captain met?

OOC: Doesn't anybody else want to go to this bar? Great drinks!

<TAG> Your it

Hall smiles. "Everything is under control. I'm going to take a trip to the Marketplace. See who we've got wandering about." The staff nodded and went back to thier duties as she got in the lift.

A few minutes later, she arrived at the marketplace. She bypassed the usual tailors and cafes, heading to the resturants. She stops in front of the Screaming Wookie and smiles, walking in. She takes a look around and clears her throat. "Problem?" Even if none of them knew who Hall was, the uniform of a Crimmond Naval Base Comander would be enough to identify her.

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In the dive, the soldier nodded at the man and promptly shoots him in the leg. "I'm sure. So who else wants to tell me what happened? Barman?"

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The captain smiles winningly. "I'm afraid that I can't accomodate you. I gave the condition. As a businessman I'm rather surprised that you'd try to cheat me. Well, as I'm obviously not going to get my second drink I'll take twenty back..." He grabs two of the ten Quinault coins, placing them back in his pocket. "Really, do you want to cause a scene? You have a fine establishment, it would be a shame to ruin your reputation so soon; both as a businessman and as a gentleman. It's not nice to steal."

[OOC: Check telegrams, Crim]

[OOC: Check telegrams, Crim]Already did. Go for it.

"I'm sorry, but I can't allow that."

The man lashes out, grabbing the non-Xanthlian by the throat (I can't remember if you did give a nationality, just that you said he wasn't Xanthalian) and reaching for his pocket.

"You've never heard of the Screaming Wookies, have you? Frankly, I'm shocked at that. It doesn't really matter. What does is the fact no matter what you say, a Collostomizer costs 300 florens. Do you want to know who can change the price? That'd be me. Not you. Did I change the price? No, I didn't. Now, unless you want me to make a scene, you will give me back that ten Quinault, and you're going to give me ten more. Or, I can have my friends here work you over, take the money anyway, and then turn you over to station security for refusing to pay your bill and for robbery (the taking of the ten Quinault a minute ago), which happens to have been seen by no less than three security cameras. It's your own fault that you didn't read the menu and see the price. So, what'll it be? Pay, or pay after we break your bones and have you arrested?"

Hall walked up to the two. "Excuse me for interuptting, but I don't like threats on my station. So if you don't mind, send the thugs away to go and polish their brass knuckles and kindly release his throat. This station may not be in the Crimmond Navy any more, but that doesn't mean I've changed the laws."

"Very well (I was actually hoping something would come along to break it up, I didn't want this to be a fighting RP), but this man still owes me my money. He has also robbed me. I have the security footage to prove it. I demand what is owed to me."

OOC: Oh yeah, he let go of the guys throat

John smooths out his collar and addresses Hall. "Thank you Sir. I didn't want any trouble. I'll pay what he demands if you say that I should, but from my point of view I'm in the right. Would you prefer my side of the story first, or after the esteemed bertender's?"

OOC: Okay, this is very unusual

She smiles at the bartender. "You know how to make a Fusion Overload?"

EDIT: My brain hurts.

OOC: Wierd, Crimmonds post showed up before I wrote mine (I even read it before I wrote my post), yet it is displayed after mine when I look at the page. Bizarre.

OOC: Ugh. That just got confusing. I deleted my post and rewrote it.

EDIT: And Hall is a woman.

"Why yes, I do. Please step this way."

He leads the woman to the bar, again displaying the two menus for her while he whips up a very....... interesting looking concoction.

"Here you go. Sorry, but payment first. 50 florens. That jackass just ruined it for you and for a lot of the customers in the next few days."

OOC: Saw she was a woman, I went back and edited the post (then just got rid of that post and posted it again in this post. Ow, my head hurts)

OOC: Okay, I re-wrote my earlier post. Sorry, I started writing it before Crimmond posted. And I got that Hall was a woman. Sir is a term that is not gender-specific to most characters I play. It is simply a recognition of authority.

OOC: Wait....... it still doesn't make sense. Crimmond's next post matched Xanthal's first post, but Xanthal deleted that first post, but I already wrote a response to Crimmond's post..... this is way to much to process when I'm shot up with god knows how many drugs (not meant in a druggie way, I had minor surgery today and am still a bit woozy)

She nods and smiles. "Put it on a tab. I'm probably the only one on the station that's guarenteed to pay." She watches him mix it and smirks. "I've had to depend on that damn slum bar down the way for drinks. I asked for a fusion overload there and got asked what ship and how soon."

OOC: Okay... lets not delete posts anymore. It's too confusing. lol She didn't call security, BTW.

Hans weighs her up and down, seemingly measuring whether or not to trust her. However, when you consider her authority he doesn't really have much of a choice.

"Very well. But I better get my money."

He slides the glass across the bar, then crosses and sits down next to her.

"So, What's it like on this station?"

OOC: It's not my fault that you posted while I was typing. Hell, it's not anybody's fault. It just happens sometimes. And when it does, I like to go back so my posts actually correspond to what's happening.

John takes his seat again, regarding the bartender with a look of suspicion. "I'll have a beer, but only if you tell me exactly how much it costs. I can't read your menu. I don't know the language."

OOC: I declare the menu to be not in Galactic Standard or any equivalent thereof because I declare it. Mostly because you never posted that there was a menu on the wall in the first place and you never handed my character a menu anyway.

She takes a sip of the drink, then nods. "You will. The Crimmar is doing well in the markets.(OOC: worth 5 USD) Even though it's a little difficult to actually get fresh ones out from Sol, it's getting here." She shrugs at the question. "Today is a busy day. Feel lucky. Most of the time it's one or two ships at a time. We keep the peace on the station. You step out of line, you get warned once. And only once. Then, depending on the crime, you get tossed in a cell for a day or so, get shipped off the station, or sent to the Dungeon."

She looks at the man who got his throat grabbed, answering his question late. "I don't care about your story. Talk to security."

OOC: This is a good point. Shhh! Don't tell anybody!

IC:

"You don't get served till I get my money. Regardless of your opinion on the matter, the fact is that you orderd one 300 floren drink and only gave me two hundred and fourty florens. Then, you stole back sixty. Pay, or get the hell out."

Hans then turns back to his other customer, suddenly calm and relaxed again

"I think I'll like this place. It's just that this is the first time a Screaming Wookie has been opened on a non-Klonor station, I forget that the people here haven't already learned the rules. Rule Number 1: The Collostomizer worth more than your life, my life, and the life of anybody else in the bar. However, I hope we can avoid some of the mishaps that made the SW so famous back home (besides the excellent drinks.)"

John shrugs and gets up, putting his hands in his pockets. "Fine. When you're ready to debate the point with security let me know. Until then, I have other things to do." He leaves the bar, mildly annoyed. The only other place for a decent drink in this place was in lockdown, and he'd just made one more enemy in the galaxy. Wonderful. Finding a resturant, he enters and sits down; being careful to actually read the menu before ordering.

OOC: Back!

*Finishes her drink and makes her way up towards the bar*

"My my, Hello Miss Hall" Kayla Said, smirking.

"Still on Aurora?.. things really dont change."

The barman meerly shook his head pityingly at the officer. He was way over his head, had denied all offers of advice or assistance and was now going so far as multiple breaches of interstellar law. Most spacefarers were spacefareres because of the sense of freedom unmatched anywhere else. A Nazi spaceport wasn't going to be terribly popular. "That's the way it happened officer."

Hall looks over. "No they don't. That's why security was alerted when your ship docked."

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The officer grunted. "Really? Too bad. I was looking forward to a long dicussion." He turns his head. "Get him out of here. Take him to medlab before dragging him to a cell. If he resists, shoot him again."

Two of the soldiers move forward and lift the wounded man up and haul him out the door, after another unsealed it.

The officer tilts his head. "Consider that a warning about taking the law into your own hands." He gets up and leaves with his squad. They clomp past the Screaming Wookie on their way to the lifts.

OCC: Ok I guess noone will rp the biologist.
IC: The crew stumbled into some resturaunt and sat down for a drink.
"What can I get you?"
"We would all like margitas, and make it snappy."
"Very well, will this be in Crimmond or Universal currency?"
"Universal."
"Very well, your drinks will be here shortly."
The crew sits and talks about thier travels as they wait for thier drinks.

OOC: Ill presume your sat

*Kayla Sits by hall*

"Now Now, is that really the way to greet an old friend?"

OOC: Any more customers?

Hall smiles. "No. It's not..." She finishes her Fusion Overload and chuckles. "That's a good drink, better than we usually have."

OCC: Does anyone own the resturaunt my crew is in?

OOC: It might be mine, but I don't think so

IC:

"Thank you, we take great pride in our concoctions. As they say, 'If we can't make it, it isn't alcoholic.'"

He chuckels a bit, then resumes the conversation

"Can I get you anything else? Perhaps you'd like to try a Collostomizer? It'll take your boots off."

Hall considers. "No... I'll settle for an Elarian Ale. A double." A week's hangover for most humans.

OCC: Since I didn't realy specify if it was a bar or resteruant, lets just assume its your.

OOC: Fine by me

IC:

"A wise decision. The tab again?"

It's clear he isn't to fond of running a tab, the people who usually frequent a Screaming Wookie often don't live long enough to pay their tabs

IC:"Hey bartender, where are our drinks? We have been waiting half an hour for just four marigitas? What gives?

"So.. aside from you alerting security, Whats up" Kayla asked Hall

"Oh and Bartender, ill have another of what you gave me, and how much is it.. dont worry ill be paying cash"

The captain of the Haunted Forest observes the entry of the Forbearant crew as he recieves his meal. He debates the prospect of switching tables to meet them.

OOC:I´ll join if you want me to

"A wise decision. The tab again?"She nods. "Yes. And don't worry, I'm station commander. I pay my bar bills and if I can't, it's paid anyway."

She looks at Kayla. "Got the defense cruiser in today, I'm wondering if Task Force Renegade will drop by."(OOC: Renegade is a rogue task force from the Empire, they are famous and imfamous for their raids on pirates.)

"Aslong as they dont bother me, like last time" Kayla rolled her eyes

"I trust you dont want another firefight do you"

The crewman nodded. "Contact the Central Control Center. The Traffic Controller is there."

After contacting the controller, offloading cargo, and filling out the necessary forms, the crew of the Savuka is freed to paruse the station.

Herman Beck, one of the ship's electricians, sees the brightly lit sign advertising the Screaming Wookie Pub.

"Looks good."

He finds his way to the Wookie, and walks up to the bartend.

"Vodka."

To Elves Security Forces:

"I'm with a customer! Wait your turn!"

He turns away from Hall and proceeds to mix four marigitas.

"This all you want? How about something with a little more kick to it?"

Sliding the glasses across the bar he turns to Herman Beck and grins

"Vodka? What kind?"

"Aslong as they dont bother me, like last time" Kayla rolled her eyes

"I trust you dont want another firefight do you"Hall grins. "I wouldn't mind... your ship won't get away this time though."

"I wouldnt be so sure"

"If we really wanted a kick, we get some of our elven wine from storage but these will do. How much is the bill?"

Hall smirks and leans on the bar. "The docking clamps are locked on your ship. You try and pull away and you'll tear a sizable hole in your hull... besides, we have the cruiser now."

OOC:does anyone mind me joining?



IC:
Computer, where are we? asked Willroch Gramrack, the former head scientist in the West Region of Dronios.

[code:1:be214bd643]Approaching the space station Aurora.

No hostile signs.

Ask for docking clearence?
[/code:1:be214bd643]

Yes

[code:1:be214bd643]Sending request to dock...[/code:1:be214bd643]

"You know i have my ways" Kayla glared back at hall

Hall sighs. "No stunts. Or I'll have you tossed in the Dungeon."

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The ships is given clearence after a through scan.

To Elves Security Forces:

"I'm with a customer! Wait your turn!"

He turns away from Hall and proceeds to mix four marigitas.

"This all you want? How about something with a little more kick to it?"

Sliding the glasses across the bar he turns to Herman Beck and grins

"Vodka? What kind?"

"The highest alchohol concentration you've got, with a little umbrella and Lemon."

John leaves the resturant after paying for his meal and begins to browse the gift shops. Meanwhile, one of his crewmembers, a tall female Human of striking beauty, sits at the bar of the Screaming Wookie. Reading the menu (which is in a languge she knows), she orders a generic red wine.

OOC: They don't wear uniforms, so you won't know unless you ask that she's from John's crew.

"Stunts me.. Never!" Kayla protested

[code:1:fa535f7406]Docking completed...

Shutting down ship...

Should i open hatch?[/code:1:fa535f7406]

Yes

[code:1:fa535f7406]Good luck sir...[/code:1:fa535f7406]

I made it said Willroch to himself. I finally made it out of Dronian airspace. Hope i´m not followed...Got to continue on my project...Hmm...Thinkthinkthink...Spare Parts!! I need more parts...But first...Let´s get a drink and some food.