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Burning Skies Saloon
Sgt. Spoon:
With BdrLine's help he staggers back to the couch
Spoon:
Aye *cough cough* thanks mate.
Sitting there his eyes gets heavier, and he gets more and more lethargic...
N-Sunderland:
Sunderland steps into the saloon, noticing the black liquid leaking out of a pipe at the back.
"You know what I want, Yiski. I haven't had anything other than water to drink in months."
Plasmarobo:
Plasma stomps through the door, Saluting Zill and Yiski. He breezes over to the bar. And slaps it.
Plasma
"Admiral. Commander. Looks like Verra and I on The Pointy End will be giving you long range fire support during the coming battle. Officially, I'm here to hand over our encrypted frequencies...unofficially, I could use a Hellfire or two."
He glances around at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in the Saloon.
Plasma
"Any port in a storm I guess! Cheers, and may we yet live to see the end of the week!"
He glances at Spoon.
Plasma
"Hey now. Are you alright?"
Yiski:
--Saloon--
Yiski gave Sunderland a 'wtf' expression.
Yiski
"Skies you poor bastard. Nothin' but water! Well, we sure can't have that."
Yiski then slides a Hellfire to Sunderland.
N-Sunderland:
Sunderland pushes the hellfire aside.
"Surely you haven't forgotten, Yiski."
--- Quote from: Yiski on February 23, 2013, 10:32:01 pm ---
--- Quote from: N-Sunderland on February 23, 2013, 10:18:19 pm ---But that's enough blabber for now. I'll take the usual.
--- End quote ---
*Yiski hands N-Sunderland what appears to be a black liquid*
Still can't believe you drink this stuff. I swear you're the only one in this whole world who probably does.
--- End quote ---
"So I'd like some of the usual, please. I've never had a taste for hellfire."
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