Grand Banquet of New Allies (FT|Open)

[Grittonia]

Somewhere in the system, of that dark sea, a cloud small as an imp's eye crept along. Soon it formulated a reply.

Dear, Chairman - Sann Dou, I,

Am interested in your proposal. Might I - Receive an entry code?

-Rffemarx Nightstaff

Main Base Communication Tower
''I have recieved a reply...''
''To what? Webber's Cummmby?''
''No! To some proposal.''
''Must be that of Sann Duo's banquet.''
''Switch it through to the Control Room.''

Main Base Control Tower
''Let's send a reply.''

Dear Rffemarx Nightstaff,

You may dock at hanger #0231232. The location is being uploaded to you know.

[Grittonia]

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Caballero looked at Four Fingered Freddy. He was a behemoth, ready to kill Caballero at any point with this tractor beam.

Caballero drew his mini-cutlass', waved them in the air, and leant forward, ready to slice triple F into small pieces.

"Come on then!"

Triple F drew his vibroblade.
''You may strike first.''

Triple F began nearing Caballero.

[Grittonia]

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''Well, we're here.''
They stopped at a large door where, with neon lights, stood: Bar Module 003
Inside, the three bars had large signs so that the foreigners, who were the prime target, would not miss them.
''I believe the Pussy Cat Club is to the left..''

"Many thanks Greg, would you like to accompany me to the bar?" Brecherd shakes Greg's hand and waves to the two aliens as he goes towards the Pussy Cat Club, "Have fun Ghammon!"

''Sure, I'll accompany you. I know the bartender there.''
Greg began walking towards the bar.

[Hornopolis]

Hosk smiles and takes a seat at the bar, "What do you got?"

[Grittonia]

Hosk smiles and takes a seat at the bar, "What do you got?"

''We have anything you want. Whiskey, Junno Juice, Devil's Delight...''
Al, the bartender showed the wall of bottles behind to Hosk.
''And I have more bottles under the bar.''

[Hornopolis]

"I'll take the whiskey please."
Hosk taps the bar and looks around,
"How big is this bar?"

[Grittonia]

"I'll take the whiskey please."
Hosk taps the bar and looks around,
"How big is this bar?"

''What you see here is just the public area. We have some room behind which you can rent, should you have 'special' business to take care off. There are some small rooms behind that, should you wish to store anything and then there is my living area behind. That's about it..''

The public area was quite large, able to seat around 150 people, and decorated with various shields, animals and ancient weapons.
Greg placed a large red disc on table.
''Al, I believe you want this?''
''I do.''

Before Al took the disc, he placed a bottle of whiskey on table and with it a glass and poured in the whiskey.

[Hornopolis]

''What you see here is just the public area. We have some room behind which you can rent, should you have 'special' business to take care off. There are some small rooms behind that, should you wish to store anything and then there is my living area behind. That's about it..''

The public area was quite large, able to seat around 150 people, and decorated with various shields, animals and ancient weapons.
Greg placed a large red disc on table.
''Al, I believe you want this?''
''I do.''

Before Al took the disc, he placed a bottle of whiskey on table and with it a glass and poured in the whiskey.

Hosk looks at the fire water and turns to Greg,
"What was that disk?"
Hosk then turns to look around,
"Anyway, Greg, are you a full cyborg?"

[Grittonia]

''What you see here is just the public area. We have some room behind which you can rent, should you have 'special' business to take care off. There are some small rooms behind that, should you wish to store anything and then there is my living area behind. That's about it..''

The public area was quite large, able to seat around 150 people, and decorated with various shields, animals and ancient weapons.
Greg placed a large red disc on table.
''Al, I believe you want this?''
''I do.''

Before Al took the disc, he placed a bottle of whiskey on table and with it a glass and poured in the whiskey.

Hosk looks at the fire water and turns to Greg,
"What was that disk?"
Hosk then turns to look around,
"Anyway, Greg, are you a full cyborg?"

''It's a Grrtary Credit Chip. One of the 888 currencies accepted here. And, well. It depends on what you see as a full cyborg. My right arm is mechanical, I've had my eyes enchanced via special operations so they aren't mechanical but I can see better... My left leg is partly mechanical and a part of my upper torso is mechanical for a part. For the rest, I'm all human or in my case, Ghat.''

[Hornopolis]

''It's a Grrtary Credit Chip. One of the 888 currencies accepted here. And, well. It depends on what you see as a full cyborg. My right arm is mechanical, I've had my eyes enchanced via special operations so they aren't mechanical but I can see better... My left leg is partly mechanical and a part of my upper torso is mechanical for a part. For the rest, I'm all human or in my case, Ghat.''

"Well, you most certainly look like a cyborg,
in Federation terms, did they replace your
original limbs with robotics?"

Hosk takes a sip of the whiskey and shakes his head,
"Damn, this is much better whiskey then on Costov."
Ghammon takes another sip, "Good stuff."

[Grittonia]

''It's a Grrtary Credit Chip. One of the 888 currencies accepted here. And, well. It depends on what you see as a full cyborg. My right arm is mechanical, I've had my eyes enchanced via special operations so they aren't mechanical but I can see better... My left leg is partly mechanical and a part of my upper torso is mechanical for a part. For the rest, I'm all human or in my case, Ghat.''

"Well, you most certainly look like a cyborg,
in Federation terms, did they replace your
original limbs with robotics?"

Hosk takes a sip of the whiskey and shakes his head,
"Damn, this is much better whiskey then on Costov."
Ghammon takes another sip, "Good stuff."

''Well, my right arm was bit off by a Porru when I was hunting on Grrtary Prime and my upper torso was burnt when I tried to see what was wrong with the engines of a second-hand ship that I brought. My left leg however was taken away for a part and then they placed the mechanical equipment.''
Al laughs as Greg tells how he got the mechanical replacements.
''You were a idiot! Who goes and stand by a working engine to see what is wrong?''
''How could I know that it was working?''
''The guy said it was a slow starter.''
''Well, so am I.''
''I know.''

A man walks in the bar.
''Ah. Alfredo, put the crates in the back.''

The man walks to the back of the bar.

''That's Alfredo, my main Whiskey smuggler. Well, alcohol is legal here, but he is a smuggler.''

[Hornopolis]

"We got our own fair shair of smugglers and other criminals in Federation space,"
Hosk sips the whiskey,
"I could give him a few locations in our extremity worlds with a fair share of 'legal' profit."
Hosk studies Greg's robotic appendeges,
"I've had my fair share of dangerous encounters before."
Hosk points to his facial scars,
"Damn scars make my smile ugly."

[Grittonia]

"We got our own fair shair of smugglers and other criminals in Federation space,"
Hosk sips the whiskey,
"I could give him a few locations in our extremity worlds with a fair share of 'legal' profit."
Hosk studies Greg's robotic appendeges,
"I've had my fair share of dangerous encounters before."
Hosk points to his facial scars,
"Damn scars make my smile ugly."

''Nah, Alfredo only does blockades and such. Once in a while, he comes here to bank his earned money and he brings me whiskey.''

Greg checks out the scar.
''I believe we can fix that here. Some filling there... I just don't know if Doctor Jelly does non-Ghats as well. Oh well.''
Greg takes his HoloNet Reciever.
''Ehm.. Rita, Rita. Ah, Rita! Listen, I want you to find out if Ol' Doc J does non-Ghats as well.''
''Shall do.''

Greg hangs up.
''Doctor Jelly is old and somewhat crazy but he is the best plastic surgeon on the entire base. And he so happens to be a uncle of mine.''

[Hornopolis]

''Nah, Alfredo only does blockades and such. Once in a while, he comes here to bank his earned money and he brings me whiskey.''

Greg checks out the scar.
''I believe we can fix that here. Some filling there... I just don't know if Doctor Jelly does non-Ghats as well. Oh well.''
Greg takes his HoloNet Reciever.
''Ehm.. Rita, Rita. Ah, Rita! Listen, I want you to find out if Ol' Doc J does non-Ghats as well.''
''Shall do.''

Greg hangs up.
''Doctor Jelly is old and somewhat crazy but he is the best plastic surgeon on the entire base. And he so happens to be a uncle of mine.''

"I appreciate the offer Greg, but these scars mark the day I became a citizen of the Federation, civilian life was to boring."
Hosk smiles, although it comes out contorted and ugly,
"Anyway if I may, who is Rita?"

[Crabulonia]

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Caballero looked at Four Fingered Freddy. He was a behemoth, ready to kill Caballero at any point with this tractor beam.

Caballero drew his mini-cutlass', waved them in the air, and leant forward, ready to slice triple F into small pieces.

"Come on then!"

Triple F drew his vibroblade.
''You may strike first.''

Triple F began nearing Caballero.

Caballero raised his eyebrows in surprise. Often it was him that offered his foe the first strike, he was impressed by Tripple F's courage. He would kill him regardless but the bravery was impressive.

Caballero drew his two mini-cutlass and hacked wildly at Triple F's hands, he then rolled to the side to avoid any coming attacks. He drew his flintlocks as he wrighted himself.

[Grittonia]

''Nah, Alfredo only does blockades and such. Once in a while, he comes here to bank his earned money and he brings me whiskey.''

Greg checks out the scar.
''I believe we can fix that here. Some filling there... I just don't know if Doctor Jelly does non-Ghats as well. Oh well.''
Greg takes his HoloNet Reciever.
''Ehm.. Rita, Rita. Ah, Rita! Listen, I want you to find out if Ol' Doc J does non-Ghats as well.''
''Shall do.''

Greg hangs up.
''Doctor Jelly is old and somewhat crazy but he is the best plastic surgeon on the entire base. And he so happens to be a uncle of mine.''

"I appreciate the offer Greg, but these scars mark the day I became a citizen of the Federation, civilian life was to boring."
Hosk smiles, although it comes out contorted and ugly,
"Anyway if I may, who is Rita?"

''She is the meanest, baddest and craziest Maid Droid in this system. They call her Iron Rita and she is mine. Well, mine... She kinds stays around to watch over me.''

[Grittonia]

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Caballero looked at Four Fingered Freddy. He was a behemoth, ready to kill Caballero at any point with this tractor beam.

Caballero drew his mini-cutlass', waved them in the air, and leant forward, ready to slice triple F into small pieces.

"Come on then!"

Triple F drew his vibroblade.
''You may strike first.''

Triple F began nearing Caballero.

Caballero raised his eyebrows in surprise. Often it was him that offered his foe the first strike, he was impressed by Tripple F's courage. He would kill him regardless but the bravery was impressive.

Caballero drew his two mini-cutlass and hacked wildly at Triple F's hands, he then rolled to the side to avoid any coming attacks. He drew his flintlocks as he wrighted himself.

Triple F dodged the hacks and took his tractor beam.
''Tssshh. Not a man enough to fight with your hands?''
Triple F started aiming his tractor beam.

[Hornopolis]

Hosk looks at Greg,
"Hmm ... interesting, not to put a damper on our fun, but when will the banquet begin?"
Hosk sips the whiskey and scratches his scars,
"Ahh ... I hate itching."

[Grittonia]

Hosk looks at Greg,
"Hmm ... interesting, not to put a damper on our fun, but when will the banquet begin?"
Hosk sips the whiskey and scratches his scars,
"Ahh ... I hate itching."

''I believe it starts in 3 hours. Al, give me a Devil's Delight.''
''Alright.''
Al poured in a Devil's Delight, a strange drink which had smoke coming from it.
''Thank you.''

[Hornopolis]

''I believe it starts in 3 hours. Al, give me a Devil's Delight.''
''Alright.''
Al poured in a Devil's Delight, a strange drink which had smoke coming from it.
''Thank you.''

"Hmm ... Al give me what he's having."
Hosk finishes his whiskey off and hands Al the empty drink,
"Thanks."

[Nixz Unzgul]

Dear Rffemarx Nightstaff,

You may dock at hanger #0231232. The location is being uploaded to you know.

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And so the cloud expanded, greatly filling the void with a churling rocky beast. It soon cooled and formed, into a massive floating fortress of mangled, jagged iron. It rested on a huge slab of decrepit earth, and moved slowly on a wispy magenta cloud towards the hanger.

The Overtower looked on and over the walls of the mighty ship. Piercing the sky at a sickly angle, the dark metal finger housed the warden at its craggy tip.

The Warden, Rffemarx Nightstaff, was many eons old; Harbinger of the Seventh Doom, Bringer of Nightviels Ichor, Victor of Hellspat - many more titles were soon to come. He was a tall creature, though obviously gaunt as a long dead popper. His ragged ink-black robes were all that gave his figure wholeness, to spare the innocent of what tortured horrors lay underneath. His skeletal hands gripped a deadwood staff, glowing a green miasma at the tip.

"Then - sirs here I come!"

Energy, enough to crack the air and burn the sky, flowed up into the tower like water falling upwards. In an instant, an emerald snake shot from the tower into the hanger, and in a dark heated cloud, Rffemark stood, waiting.

[Grittonia]

''I believe it starts in 3 hours. Al, give me a Devil's Delight.''
''Alright.''
Al poured in a Devil's Delight, a strange drink which had smoke coming from it.
''Thank you.''

"Hmm ... Al give me what he's having."
Hosk finishes his whiskey off and hands Al the empty drink,
"Thanks."

Al took the empty drink and took a new glass.
''One Devil's Delight coming up.''
Al poured in a Devil's Delight.
''Here you go, one Devil's Delight.''

Al handed the Devil's Delight.
''So...''

[Hornopolis]

Al took the empty drink and took a new glass.
''One Devil's Delight coming up.''
Al poured in a Devil's Delight.
''Here you go, one Devil's Delight.''

Al handed the Devil's Delight.
''So...''

Hosk takes a sip, "Whats on your mind?"
Hosk looks at the steaming drink with curiousity in his eyes,
"Hot."

[Grittonia]

Dear Rffemarx Nightstaff,

You may dock at hanger #0231232. The location is being uploaded to you know.


And so the cloud expanded, greatly filling the void with a churling rocky beast. It soon cooled and formed, into a massive floating fortress of mangled, jagged iron. It rested on a huge slab of decrepit earth, and moved slowly on a wispy magenta cloud towards the hanger.

The Overtower looked on and over the walls of the mighty ship. Piercing the sky at a sickly angle, the dark metal finger housed the warden at its craggy tip.

The Warden, Rffemarx Nightstaff, was many eons old; Harbinger of the Seventh Doom, Bringer of Nightviels Ichor, Victor of Hellspat - many more titles were soon to come. He was a tall creature, though obviously gaunt as a long dead popper. His ragged ink-black robes were all that gave his figure wholeness, to spare the innocent of what tortured horrors lay underneath. His skeletal hands gripped a deadwood staff, glowing a green miasma at the tip.

"Then - sirs here I come!"

Energy, enough to crack the air and burn the sky, flowed up into the tower like water falling upwards. In an instant, an emerald snake shot from the tower into the hanger, and in a dark heated cloud, Rffemark stood, waiting.

A humming sound could be heard.

''You have come, good. I sense... that you are no human.''

HK-99, the only droid that became Grand General in the GBA Navy, came from the shadows.
HK-99's plating was made of silver, with small diamonds on the joints.
''Rffemark, I presume?''

[Grittonia]

Al took the empty drink and took a new glass.
''One Devil's Delight coming up.''
Al poured in a Devil's Delight.
''Here you go, one Devil's Delight.''

Al handed the Devil's Delight.
''So...''

Hosk takes a sip, "Whats on your mind?"
Hosk looks at the steaming drink with curiousity in his eyes,
"Hot."

''Who is hot? Me?''
''Greg, I believe he means the Devil's Delight.''
''Oh.''
Greg sipped the Devil's Delight.
''On my mind? Alot of positions, but that's just me. Pfff... That, and that one night stand with Sann, but that's nothing you should know or want to know about.''