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Burning Skies Saloon

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Yiski:
*Yiski spots Qwerty walking in*
I haven't seen you come by in a while. Must've been busy with all those rushing the hospital.

*Yiski ponders for a minute*
Strongest, huh? The strongest I got is the White Steam Whiskey. I'll fix you one.

*Yiski hands Qwerty a mug of WSW*

Qwerty Kun:
Thank you kindly Yiski, and yes the hospital was flooded. I had to use....less then conventional methods for my body to keep up, and i'm paying for it today.

*Downs the WSW in one, smiles as the steam appears*

That is some good stuff

*Notices how Ny and Roland are behaving at the bar*

We'll I certainly didn't expect that

*Takes out his journal and starts writing*

RearAdmiralZill:
-Docks-

*Zill walks over to BdrLine and sees the docks ready. He pats his back.*

Good show BdrLine. If my watch is right, our company should be arrivin' soon.

*Jun'ko sneaks over and overhears.*

Company hmm?? Just tell me the surprise already! *She attempts the puppy eyes on Zill*

*Zill smirks and then can hear a low roar from the East.*

Looks like youll get a front row seat, as I planned.

Workers! By the Skies, prepare for arrival!

-Narrator-

The low roar Zill heard soon became audible to the rest of the Port. The workers made ready for the arrival of, whatever it was Zill had sent for. Two giant shapes engulfed the sunset. The roar steadily getting louder. Jun'ko hopped onto some crates for a better view, and BdrLine and Zill stood in the middle of the docks. The workers began cheering when they realized what was coming. Two Fleet Galleons, with Then it was fixed leading the formation. Not since his encounter in the Black Channel had he flown his Galleon. He knew it was only fitting for the fully functioning Port, as well as for Jun'ko, to see it reemerge from the Council docks after so many years. The flags of the Admiral's ship danced in the air. The blue and yellow standards swayed with the cool breeze. The guns glistened in the setting sun. And the engine's roar could be heard all around the West District. Behind was a standard Fleet Galleon, tasked to defend the Port Tar Barrel. Zill knew its importance had grown since the attempt on so many lives that day. It required the proper deterrent. As for his boat, he had other plans for it.

Jun'ko was starry eyed. Zill had mentioned his Galleon before, but she couldnt of imagined the sight until now. She ran back over to him and leaned on him.

Best surprise ever.

Thought you might like it.

I could kiss you, oh captain.

Youll get your chance.

She blushes and grins. The trio watch on as the Galleons dock at the two open spots. With a successful arrival of perhaps the finest ships this side of Anvala, a celebration was begun. For not only did the Galleons hold heavy guns and plentiful ammo, but also barrels of Spiked Anvala Ale. Music rang and the men were merry. Jun'ko even got Zill to dance. A rare sight that was. It was a grand day to be in Anvala.

-End Narrator-

*Zill eyes Shinkurex looking for him, and he walks over with Jun'ko to greet him.*

Ahoy there Shink. I hear you were lookin' for me?

Sgt. Spoon:
*makes another attempt at getting up, only to roll into a trash-bin and a nearby cat*
Meaw!

Dammit

Papa Paradox:
--Dandy Lions Trading Co. Headquaters, Paradox's room--

He unknowingly rested upon the edge of the bed, when he regained consciousness his first movement was met by gravity as he fell face first onto the floor. Face pressed firmly into the marble floor, he began to realize a few things, the splitting headache he had acquired the previous night, and a little more prudent, how he was stark naked currently lying on marble. He grabbed his head and let out a groan as he slowly rose to his feet beside the bed. Once at full naked attention, he saw that there were three equally naked women resting a top his bed; No wonder space was a problem. After taking in the scenery for a while, trying to recollect the details of last nights late conquest, he began to collect his clothes that were bestrewn among the room. A problem had arisen his hat laid in the middle of the three women, trying desperately to reach for the icon of his identity while being silent, his mechanized limbs pierced the quiet with every twitch. The three of them stirred; He stopped for a moment, before continuing to reach for it, finally he managed to grasp it however his arm was now clasped by three hands that reeled him back into bed. Round 2... I think?

--Saloon--
After the early morning events he strolled in to bar with a slight glow about him.

"How are you all doin'?"

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