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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 24, 2013, 12:49:04 am »

*tries to reply to Yiski, but is unable to speak*

*instead, he just mouths the word 'water'*

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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 24, 2013, 12:37:41 am »

*turns his back on N-Sunderland and drinks the concoction that BdrLineAzn ordered, peppers in all*

*...again, only discovers how much of a bad idea that was... after the fact*

*tries not to show that his mouth is completely engulfed in flames, sweating profusely*

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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 24, 2013, 12:11:25 am »

Well you better run Sunder, Furry looks like she can be a doctor at any second.

Any bets on how long Sunder can out run Furry if a chase ensures?

I bet it'll be fun to watch...

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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 24, 2013, 12:08:58 am »

N-Sunderland, every time you say the words 'young', 'green', or 'naive', I get this twitch in my eye. Usually when I get this, it's right before I blow some trash out of the sky. Now I'm not going to pick a fight with you since SOME of the people in this watering hole are nice enough folk...

...but before you go tossing labels around, perhaps you should see what I can do on a ship... first...

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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 24, 2013, 12:03:30 am »

Thanks for the drink, I appreciate it.

I need to figure out what I'm going to do next. I lost my spot on my last crew when the captain's son came of age. I didn't have any problems with it, he taught me everything he knew. But now I have the skills without a crew or ship to use them with. I've had some odd jobs here and there, basically a hired hand. But, I'm looking for something more permanent. There is just something about fighting side by side that makes a crew closer than family...

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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 23, 2013, 11:34:32 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

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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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 23, 2013, 11:19:32 pm »

*Slides a chair in front of the door*

"Nonsense stranger. Treat these guys with the respect they deserve and you might just get the round I offered. They've crewed with lot worse then you, so either have your seat and enjoy, or enjoy the sandy abyss when she takes your resolve."

*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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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 23, 2013, 10:56:12 pm »

Looks like this is a members only club. I can tell when new faces are not welcome.

See you in the sky...

*walks out*

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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 23, 2013, 10:48:30 pm »

* finishes his drink and allows the chair to slam down hard on the ground as he removes his boots from the table *

Let's get one thing straight real quick. You do not know me. You don't know if I'm the most wanted criminal or the next Mrs. Universe contestant. So before you start slinging those warnings and calling me 'new' or 'green', you think about that.

This isn't exactly the most friendly bunch, maybe I should just go wet my whistle somewhere else...

* flips a coin to the keep for his drink before he walks to the pisser *

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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 23, 2013, 10:19:18 pm »

*finds an empty table and sits down with his drink*

*politely dusts off his boots before placing them on the table, as he leans back and takes a swig of his ale*

I like this place. A little tame, but alright. Some of you old timers act like you've got your pantyhose all twisted, though...

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The Lounge / Re: Introductions!

« on: February 23, 2013, 10:16:29 pm »

I stumbled upon this game at the perfect time for me. I've just gotten bored with EVERY other game I've played.

Before I heard about this game, I was a big steampunk fan. When I heard about this, I thought it was a FPS or RTS... but it isn't either. This is Mad Max in the air, this is Pirates of the Caribbean on crack... and I'm totally hooked.

The realism of this game is incredible. One of my first successful roles was as an engineer and I got an incredible rush running throughout the ship fixing things. I kept us in the air and the crew did their part... and it was glorious.

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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 23, 2013, 09:26:03 pm »

*Looks over to Psyran after serving BerserkArcher*

Better watch yourself Psyran. I've seen what Furrymessiah can do when she's miffed. And when she's carrying her mallet, she's more furious than 20 hwachas loaded with burst rounds.

*Carries two pints of Furrymessiah's favorite cider*

Here you go. Should I add it to your tab?

Regardless if she's crewing with me or no, miffed is the way to be. Keeps the blood warm and the wits sharp.

Since you're passing out poison, please pass me some ale... good sir.

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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 23, 2013, 07:58:13 pm »

With a casual swagger and a bloodstained mallet tucked into the loop on the side of...'her' coveralls, the one and only Furry saunters into the establishment. Eyes obscured with a set of jaunty goggles and her hair pinned back into a loose explosion that could be, in the loosest terms, considered a ponytail, the tall, lanky drink of water made her way up to the barkeep. Looking over the assembled patrons, her nostrils curled at the obvious perfume of equal parts desperation, machismo, and misappropriated flamer fuel.

Putting her hands palms-down on the counter, she barked a gruff laugh, then cast her gaze over at the tender. "You got cider here, chum? If y'do, I'll take two pints, and a packet of cracklin's."

*snickers at the gal* You should be careful, them ain't exactly the friendly skies.

*drinks the offered cup in one swing... then realizes how stupid that was and suffers the burn* Well now... *cough* Fine stuff you've got here. I saw these flying contraptions passing overhead and I figured that it seemed like a good time. I haven't exactly figured out my trade, since I'm handy with anything that I've got in my hands. I can fly, shoot, and fix just about anything that moves.

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The Cantina / Re: Burning Skies Saloon

« on: February 23, 2013, 12:09:04 pm »

*Stumbles in and looks around* Oh, crap... what have I gotten myself into this time...