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Skyraider:
--- Quote from: BdrLineAzn on February 23, 2013, 11:21:21 pm ---
A hammer? i persoanlyl like the buffer , it may put some more boost in them brains
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Are you tryn' to fix a broken engine with a buff hammer! Ha!
RearAdmiralZill:
--- Quote from: Psyran on February 23, 2013, 11:19:32 pm ---
*turns to Zill casually, not aggressively*
I have no problem giving respect where respect is due, but respect is a two-way street.
But then again, if I drink enough, I'll probably try and kiss every last one of you. Perhaps I just need a few more...
*walks back to the bar and gestures towards the keep with a few coins*
Give me your strongest stuff... and make it a double, please.
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"Thats the spirit. Been awhile since ive met a stranger with that much sense. Dont go burning it off with that double Hellfire."
BdrLineAzn:
--- Quote from: Skyraider on February 23, 2013, 11:23:44 pm ---
Are you tryn' to fix a broken engine with a buff hammer! Ha!
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If all the fireworks around me happen to get me in the head then yes. ahh goodtimes, i lost count of how many times i did that. need a good hit in the head again to get back. *takes a swig from the Hellfire*
RethBurn:
"KABOOOOOM! AHAHAHAHHAAAaAaaaahh..!" The door is slammed open, and in rushes a slightly hunching captain, he walks in with drunken movements, his boots clanking ever so soundly against the wooden floorboards, he looks around, grinning with a toothy, yellowed smile-
"So..! Which one of you lads be givin' thar next round?!" he fired, looked over the husky voiced man, he seemed no older than thirty, yet ever so
decreipt and veteraned on the fields of flight. He tredges further into the tavern and sits down at the bar, looking around ever so proudly.
"There any crews needing a help in setting out tomorrow? I lost my dear pearl to a man in the "Black Bats" inn just across. Anyone interested?!" He shouted, clearly intoxicated and out of his typical manner, clutching that champagne bottle in his hand as was it his only and truest friend on earth.
Psyran:
--- Quote from: BdrLineAzn on February 23, 2013, 11:21:21 pm ---So whats your story. I mean where did you come from. Like i said earlier that i came straight all the way from Yesha. Was born to a family of the high middle class. Oh it was a good life, not too rich or poor, but not enough pazzas as it seems. Always looking for trouble around the capital. Got arrested a few times by the Imperial police. And let me tell ya not a plesaent experience. but how did i end up in these skies, well in one of my many "adventures" i was running from the police and ended up on the air docks and stow away in a leaving merchant ship. Once we left the crew found me out and almost threw me off unless i can i can prove my worth around here. So all in all that is how i started my travels and found my skills while meeting some of these "vagabonds" *chuckles* along the way
I bet if you ask "kindly" some of these floks can tell ya theres
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Well, home wasn't exactly a home while I was growing up, so I usually had to fend for myself. I didn't have a trade or any skills, but I was quick for my age. I used my speed to get the things I needed, when I didn't have the money to afford it. I wasn't a criminal, but I wasn't going to let me and mine starve. One day, I was caught by a mechanic who was none too happy that I was trying to relieve him of his lunch. He apparently saw something in me that I didn't, so he offered to teach me enough to work for my food. He allowed me to sleep in a shed near his garage, which was much better than the accommodations that my parents offered.
I always made sure that my mother never wanted for anything, because my pop was no good. He had a temper and didn't feel the need to hide it. I guess that's why I'm usually coarse towards those who I don't know.
After the mechanic passed away of old age, I wandered around until I found a ship that was in dire need of repairs. The man working on the rear thrusters got upset that I kept pointing out what he was doing wrong, so he finally turned to me and said, "Do you think you can do better?" I told him as much, then he handed me his toolkit. Within an hour, I had the thrusters working... and the Gatling gun... and patched the balloon. The man just watched as I worked, finally approaching me and asked, "I've been flying around, hunting the scum of the planet for years, and I've never seen someone work so fast. You want a job? I think my old engineer is due for retirement, he can't keep himself sober enough to keep from walking off this ship."
I eagerly accepted the position. After telling my mother that I was leaving for good, I haven't been home in a long time. It's probably a good thing, I'm not sure what I would do to my father if I saw him again...
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