NICE PLACE YOU GOT HERE!

[Sergeant Tyle]

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[Sergeant Tyle]

Sergeant Tyle surveyed the bar and grill, stretching in his combat fatigues and sidling over to a seat.

HOT DAMN, THIS JOINT'S GOT ABOUT AS MUCH ATMOSPHERE AS THE STREAKS IN MY UNDERWEAR! I BET YOU SERVE MOCHACCINO AND ALL OF THOSE FAIRY ALL-NATURAL PISS-SODA'S.

He sat down, a wide smile on his face to counter his intimidating eyes.

GIVE ME A CUP OF TAR...BLACK AS THE CRAP IN YOUR FRONT TWO TEETH, BUCKWHEAT! MOVE! MOVE! MOOOVE!!!

[Lady Vader]

*LV looked up from her table at the yelling human. He was yelling so hard at the top of his lungs, his nostrils had flared out. She raised her eyebrows, realizing you could see straight up his nose and have a nice veiw of the hairs within.*

*Slightly disgusted, she went back to the data pad she'd been reading earlier.*

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

Sasseeri looked up from the end of her meal, and wiped her lips as the obnoxiously loud man sat at the bar. He was built, and military...and sounded like he had a permanent attitude problem. He needs to get lajid. Maybe he could put hjis shoutjing to good use then...

She smirked, and walked over to him.

[Sergeant Tyle]

Tyle turned to face a tan, felinoid woman, noticing her ears.

ANAKIN H. SKYWALKER!!! DIDN'T YOUR MOMMA TELL YOU NOT TO PULL ON THOSE, THEY'LL STAY THAT WAY!!

[Lady Vader]

*LV looked up again as she watched Sass walk up to the yelling man. She had to contain her giggle at his response to her ears. He obviously had no qulams about insulting anything that lived.*

*She picked her data pad up and stood, walking towards a table situated behind the man. He was obnoxious. He was loud. He was rude. She had to watch things unfold at a closer distance.*

*She saw Sass catch her eye, and she winked. If anyone could turn this man around, it would be Sass. And if that didn't do it, there was no hope for the human.*

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

Her ears twitched, and she stood still a moment. "jI am rrrjight herrre." Sasseeri was nonplussed, and frowned. This sort of male was not one she had ever seen before. He would take some figuring out. The thought of the Pride Mother meeting this male crossed her mind...and she laughed.

[The Pride Mother]

There was a great commotion outside. Suddenly well armored and very large Cizerack soldiers came bounding through the door. Several stationed themselves inside, while two held the door open. There was a rustling noise outside. Then a female Cizerack entered the bar.

She eyed the surroundings, turning her nose up slightly. It wasn't exactly royalty, but it would do. She was dressed in a fine, and very revealing, gown. A long cape delicately draped over her shoulders. As she walked inside, the cape flowed softly behind her.

She was looking for a suitable place to sit, when her eye caught that of Sasseeri. The Pride Mother smiled and made her way over to the other Cizerack female, ignoring the male sitting at the table.

Sssasssssseerrrji. What a pleasssurrre to sssee jyou herrre.

[Sergeant Tyle]

OH YOU ARE? THANK YOU FOR THE INFORMATION. FORGET A SORE THUMB, YOU STICK OUT LIKE A GUNGAN'S TONGUE. NOT EXACTLY INCON-DAMN-SPICUOUS, IF I MAY ADD.

His steely eyes flashed when Sasseeri laughed.

ALRIGHT, WHISKERS...DO YOU THINK I'M CUTE, DO YOU THINK I'M FUNNY??!!!

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

Sasseeri froze, ignoring the insulting male in front of her, and turned slowly to face the Pride Mother. "Prrrjide Motherrr..." She dipped her neck in respect that she did not feel. Speak of the devjil.

"The pleasurrre jis all mjine, Prrrjide Motherrr. Won't you take a seat?" Farrr away frrrom me? Sasseeri's ears laid back a little as she spoke.

[The Pride Mother]

Roursseerri eyed, Sasseeri. She knew the Cizerack woman didn't like her much, but at least she kept the air dignified.

jI am attemptjing to fjind a sssujitable place forrr me to sssjit down, but everrrjythjing looksss ssso unappealjing.

Have thejy no placesss forrr rrrojyal djignjitarrrjiesss?

[Sergeant Tyle]

WELL...SLAP FUR ON MY ASS AND CALL ME AN EWOK, LOOKS LIKE WE GOT TWO REGULAR BUMPS ON THE LOG OVER HERE!

He glanced at both Sasseeri and the Pride Mother.

YOU KNOW WE HAVE PLASTIC SURGEONS IN OUR GREAT NATION THAT CAN CLIP THOSE MYNOCK WINGS FOR YOU! HELL, THEY'D PROBABLY HELP YOU WITH THOSE RUNAWAY INCISORS TO BOOT.

He took a second look at the Pride Mother, gawking.

ANAKIN H. SKYWALKER!! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE BEEN HOG-TIED AND TATTOOED WITH A WEED-EATER. HELL, I'VE SEEN ZABRAK WITH LESS SKIN PROBLEMS. YOU MUST BE THE "PURTY" ONE OF THE LITTER.

YOUR MOM MUST'VE CRAPPED YOU OUT BACKWARDS TO TRY AND UNDO THE WHOLE DAMN ORDEAL. ANAKIN H. SKYWALKER!!! YOU ARE FRACKIN UP MY UNIVERSE!!!

[The Pride Mother]

The Pride Mother looked around for the loud noise, and then looked down to find a human male yelling at her. Such insolence. And such rudeness to boot! She would stand for none of it.

She stepped back and eyed the male.

jI have nothjing to sssajy to jyou, peassant.

She snapped her fingers and two burly Cizerack males came to stand near her.

Thrrrow thjisss worrrm out. He'sss eatjing up all the oxjygen jin herrre.

The two Cizeracks saluted sharply and began to haul the man out of his chair effortlessly, intent on throwing him out in an uncerimonial fashion.

[Lady Vader]

*LV raised her eyebrows in amusment. She hadn't expected the leader of the Cizeracks to show up. Now this show was to be a tangled and entertaining mess indeed.*

[Sieken Kasstra]

he looked at the new man shouting at everyone in the bar...hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm\??

'Dood your moms so fat she had to be airlifted from her house'

[Sergeant Tyle]

EASY ON THE TWILL THERE, SWEET-CHEEKS. I JUST HAD THIS PRESSED.

Confused by his words the guards slightly relaxed their grip on Tyle's uniform...

...it was a mistake. A master of infantry hand-to-hand combat, Tyle whirled around behind one Cizerack, locking his arm in a hold against the small of his back and jamming his left thumb....well, you don't want to know.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! YOU HAVE UNDERESTIMATED YOUR ENEMY!! I WILL TAKE YOUR FELINE ASS OUT OF COMMISSION WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE!!

He increased the pressure, and the Cizerack mewled in pain.

HIGH-GRADE GALVANIZED DURASTEEL ALLOY! TOP OF THE LINE! I WAS CLEARIN A MINEFIELD ON KESSEL WITH MY HANDS.....AND BOOM!! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT AN IMPERIAL MINE WILL DO TO YOUR THUMB. HAMBURGER!! THE MEDS CAUTERIZED IT, AND PROCURED ME THIS STATE-OF-THE-ART APPENDAGE!! LONG-LIFE, HIGH-TENSILE STRENGTH, AND CAPABLE OF JAMMING UP YOUR ASS SO FAR YOU'LL COUGH UP CAT TURDS!!

DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR...OR DO YOU WANT ME TO START TO WIGGLE??

[Sieken Kasstra]

'Wiggle'

[Nathan W3st]

West had sat silent for most of it, but there was a little more at stake than the unfortunate drill Sergeant. The New Republic had a trade agreement to uphold, and it would be quite embarrasing if there was any more acts of stupidity. He stood, and stepped over to the drill specialist.

"Stand down, Sergeant."

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, BOY?"

"I ORDER you to stand down."

"I SAID WHO THE HELL ARE YOU, BOY, YOU HAVE HUTT SLIME IN YOUR EARS?"

Broom tossed Nathan his jacket that he had left on the chair. With a smooth motion, West had it on and buttoned.

"I AM MAJOR NATHAN WEST OF THE ONE HUNDRED TWENTY EIGHTH LONE WOLVES, NEW REPUBLIC SPECIAL FORCES. YOU HAVE A DIRECT ORDER TO STAND DOWN."

[Sergeant Tyle]

Tyle begins to say something, but thinks better of it, instead grinding his molars as he's forced to acknowledge rank. How the hell? Silver-spoon army brat...he could barely shave, much less out-rank him. He hated getting jawed by those smug-faced degree-holding "miltary tacticians" He doubted a one of them would make it if they went through "Basic" with the rest of the grunts.

Just another new fish...

With a pop, Tyle removed his thumb from the Cizerack, who dropped to the floor mewling in agony. Wiping his left thumb on the unfortunate felinoid, he stood to crisp attention, snapping his right hand hard to the brim of his hat in formal military salute.

ACKNOWLEDGED, MAJOR, SIR!!

[Captain Tohmahawk]

Tohmahawk had watched the whole tableu and finally just placed his head in heads, groaning. Grrreeeaaaattttt

He got up, walking to where the rather abrupt man was and West. He came to at ease in front of the man, hands behind his back

"Name, soldier. What's the name"

[Sergeant Tyle]

Tyle kept his steely-grey eyes fixated straight ahead, as he snapped off information verbatim as it should be. Name, rank, and serial number.

TYLE, SERGEANT NEMOR K. THREE-ALPHA-WHISKEY-FOUR-TWO-NINE-FOXTROT, SIR!!

[Captain Tohmahawk]

"Well, Tyle, do you know who has command of this area? Whatever the reason for a disturbance, I do NOT appreciate anything happening in here.

Are you aware who I am Tyle?"

[Sergeant Tyle]

The Sergeant's jaw clenched slightly, and he paused.

AFFIRMATIVE. MAJOR GENERAL JAMES TIBERIUS TOHMAHAWK, NEW REPUBLIC SPECIAL FORCES, SIR!!

[Captain Tohmahawk]

"Excellent Tyle. Now, apologise to the Cizerack and when your done, accompany me to my table"

Intersting to see what this Tyle though of that

[Seerrasseei Tsseerra]

As Seer tries to walk into the B&G, she's stopped by the commotion at the door. What was the matter with this human? She thought as her ears went back to block out some of the noise and partially in anger as well as she helped the downed Cizerack male up. She growled once before walking with the Cizerack male into the bar. The male promptly went back to his mistress and Seer took a seat at the bar, trying to ignore the continued yelling of the male outside......

[Gurney Devries]

He had heard the commotion all the way back from the table he was sharing with Tohmahawk: A deaf man would have been complaining about the noise by now. But Gurney knew that the Major wasn't in any sort of trouble, and so he sat back and sipped his beer with a bemused expression lining the lower portion of his face. His mouth creased downward with the effort of restraining a smile.

Devries had come to the Bar to <a href=http://pub56.ezboard.com/fgjofrm2.showMessage?topicID=1134.topic>return something that wasn't his</a>, and had wound up being invited to stay for a drink. The two of them barely had time to catch up before this pompous ass had waltzed in, screaming at everyone in sight. Even from where he was seated, Gurney could see the large vein bulging in the man's forehead and the flush of red in his face. The guy looked like he'd just had a lightsaber enema, and had forgotten to remove the tube before heading for the crapper.

Gurney chuckled at his silent joke, and made a mental note to repeat it to the Major whenever he was done dealing with the loudmouth.

[Sergeant Tyle]

Tyle's jaw clenched, as he clicked his heels, spinning sharply back towards the Cizerack females. With hands flush at his sides, he slowly offered apologies.

I offer my sincerest apologies on behalf of the New Republic for my actions.

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

Sasseeri watched for the Pride Mother's reaction to the Sergeant. Maybe she'd decide to take the loud man herself. After seeing him disable one of her bodyguards, Sass was feeling a little warm herself.

It wasn't appropriate to speak before the Pride Mother, insufferable bitch that she was, so the half breed Cizerack remained silent, but nodded to the male.

[Seerrasseei Tsseerra]

Seer glared briefly at the loud male before she growled again....something about him annoyed her besides his loudness perhaps it was that he reminded her too much of her former manservant, Kirreeta or something else but all she knew was she didn't like this particular hyuu-mann.......

OOC: just here for a sec, gtg back to class....ja ne, minna.....

[Ryu Warusa]

He watched from a barstool. He had to wear a disguise around the Jedi ever since he and Jerred stole a Jedi Order ship. The loud man appeared to have calmed down some, but he still sensed some tension in the man. He tossed the bartender a couple of credits for his drink and started walking out of the bar.

That is was walking out of the bar, Ryu had decided that he should take this oppurtunity to make a little extra money. He walked by the man and dicretely searched him with such subtleness and speed that it would only be detected by a holo playing back at a very slow pace. His search of the mans pockets revealed that the NR didn't pay very well. He went on to search the Cizerack. One had himself a Keycard, most probably to a ship parked outside. "Bingo!", he thought as he took the keycard and walked out of the bar.

[Sergeant Tyle]

A vein bulged on Tyle's forehead as his eyes glared suddenly. The seasoned warrior was a machine, created only for the glory of armed combat. He marched 20 klicks in cadence every day, could eat things that would make a gungan puke, and slept only three hours a day - with his eyes open. With such faculties, it wasn't much to notice the sneaky man making a pick through his pocket. Tyle fumed like an iron pressure cooker, ready to explode. He spoke carefully, through tight and pursed lips to the Pride Mother.

"Pardon me for a moment...ma'am."

Spinning on a heel with Marine precision, Tyle lowered his head and quickly marched towards the man slinking towards the door. Tyle's face began to get very red, as he spun the thief around.

WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, NUMBNUTS???!!!

Tyle snatched the card from Ryu.

ARE YOU SOME KIND OF PETER-PUFFIN PERVERT, GETTIN YOUR JOLLIES BY FEELIN AROUND IN MY TROUSERS???!!!

The Sergeant jammed his durasteel thumb up Ryu's nose, flinging him to the ground and stepping on the side of his head with a combat boot.

I WANT YOU TO GET AS INTIMATE WITH THIS FLOOR AS I HAVE WITH YOUR MOMMA!! YOU ARE A WORTHLESS PILE OF MONGOLOID HUTT TURDS, AND SHALL BE TREATED WITH SUCH DIGNITY!! I'M A SENSITIVE GUY, BUT I'M STEAMED ENOUGH TO CHUG A BARREL OF CRUDE OIL, EAT A MATCH, AND PISS FLAMES ON YOUR SORRY ASS!!

Tyne leaned down, showing Ryu the keycard.

IS THIS YOUR PERSONAL PROPERTY???!!! CHOOSE CAREFULLY, SWEET-CHEEKS!! THERE IS A RIGHT AND A WRONG ANSWER!!

[Captain Tohmahawk]

:: Rather unfortunantly for the thief, Tyle got him. Fortunantly for the thief, it wasn't Tohmahawk. He drew out one of his rail guns as Tyle gave this person a good wroking over.

This will be entertaining to watch how good this Sargeant was::

[Ryu Warusa]

"Yes, it is mine." Sensing imediate danger, as he was also pinned to the floor, Ryu kicked up and tripped the over-bearing oaf. He landed on the ground with a loud and sudden thud, he also landed on his precious thumb and Ryu, but he managed to spin up (windmill style). He then proceeded to snatch the keycard from the floor, the man had dropped it when he fell. Ryu quickly proceeded to run as fast as his long legs could take him.

[Captain Tohmahawk]

Quite abruptly, Ryu felt himself being dragged backwards, as if by a invisible hand. He went airborne, then crashed into a table.

Tohmahawk whistled.

"Boy, you pretty dumb running in a barful of Jedi, you know that?"

He walked across, then retrieved the card that had been dropped, placing it in a pocket for the moment.

[Ryu Warusa]

"Stop interfering!" He looked at the man who was speaking to him. It was one of those cursed magicians getting in his way again. They always thought of themselves as all high and mighty, that arrogance shall soon be their downfall. Right now, this man wasn't the problem though, it was the Cizerack that were just noticing that their keycard was missing. Today it seemed like Ryu would be getting away without any loot, he would also need to find a new disguise. He proceeded to run out the door without looking back.

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan flew through the doors just before they swung closed, and crashed right into Tohmahawk. The two went down in an odd heap, although Morgan had enough energy to to continue past him, tumbling into the feet of one the Cizerack guards.

"Ohhh woowwwwwwwww. That was COOOOL!" His head lolled around for a bit as his eyes flicked about in his skull. Laying sprawled out on the floor, he numbly lifted an arm and pointed at a light.

"LOOK A LIGHT!" The arm flopped back to the floor with a slap, and he tilted his head back, giggling histerically.

[Sergeant Tyle]

OOC: How the crap do you kick upwards and hit me when I'm stepping on your head and you're lying on your stomach? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/ohwell.gif ALT=":\">

IC:

As the thief ran towards the door, he heard a series of rapidly crescendoing thuds, turning to see the stocky form of Tyle charging open-armed toward him.

AAAAAAHHHH!!!

Tyle planted the thief fully, driving his cleft chin into the man's sternum and wrapping both arms around the small of his back as he cleared his feet....a perfect flying tackle that hammered Ryu to the ground, rattling floorboards. The blow knocked the wind out of Ryu, who started gasping heavily and coughing. Tyle straddled the man, lifting him up by the collar of his shirt.

DON'T RUN FROM ME, YOU SLACK-JAWED SON-OF-YOUR-SISTER!! I...SMELL...FEAR!!!! I WILL RE-ARRANGE YOUR SLOPPY, DISRESPECTFUL FRACK OF A BODY, PICASSO STYLE!!!

Ryu struggled to say something, but Tyle clapped a hand over his mouth.

YOU WILL SHUT YOUR POON-HOLE WITH ALL DUE HASTE. I WILL NOT LISTEN TO GRABASTIC MAGGOT-SCREWING MOUNDS OF BIOLOGICAL WASTE SUCH AS YOURSELF!!!

As he talked, Tyle removed a NR standard-issue concussion grenade from his uniform. He bit on the pin, spitting it away, but keeping his hand squeezed securely on the spoon...keeping the springloaded trigger from flying off. Ryu saw this and squirmed more, trying to scream.

DO YOU COPY???!!! I SAID SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP WHEN I AM ADDRESSING YOU!!! DO YOU READ ME???!!!! ANSWER ME!!!!

Tyle rammed the grenade into Ryu's mouth...pressing it in very tightly, but not so tightly to prevent it from being spat out. However, the air-deprived Ryu was still breathing heavily, trying to get air to his squashed lungs. His eyes widened, as Tyle stood him to his feet, swiping the card away from him as he twisted Ryu's left arm behind his back, bending him over and wrangling him to the door, where he recieved a combat boot swiftly to his posterior, launching him out the door and down a steeply rolling hill.

[Cirrsseeto Raurrssatta]

RRROOUUR!!!

Cirrsseeto rushed to pursue Morgan, but was nearly bowled over by a person with something in their mouth, as they more or less flew at him. The object was spat out of his mouth, and Cirrsseeto looked at the oval shape, as a springy thing popped off it.

wrrreh?

Big rusty gears slowly clicked in the feline's head. He'd seen enough morning holocartoons to know what that thing was. Quickly, he threw Ryu way out of the way (and hard against a tree) as he himself made a flying leap...just as the grenade exploded.

BOOOOOM!!!

[The Pride Mother]

Needless to say, Roursseerri was fuming. One of her prized males had been violated by this mere human. If it weren't for the fact Tomohawk had been here, and their trade agreement, she would have dispatched of the obnoxious human male herself, digging deep into his guts and dining on his entrails.

She kept her lips tightly sealed as the human apologized. "The onljy wajy of apologjizjing would be to djie." She found her hands had balled into fists behind her cloak. She let them relax, but she would let the anger in her eyes simmer a little longer.

Those that upset the Pride Mother often did not live to see their next birthday.

[Sasseeri Reeouurra]

Sass flinched away from the explosion, and then straightened, remaining calm in the eyes of the Pride Mother, who looked...displeased. No, she looks ljike she doesn't know who to eat fjirrrst.

Between Tohmahawk, a drunken Jedi, the loud Tyle and her own bodyguards, the Mother had a variety of targets to choose from. Sasseeri had to play this carefully, or else she'd be bearing the brunt of the overbearing matriarch's attention again.

But the loud male...he was still verrry jinterrrestjing to Sasseeri. A wild and uncontrollable male -not something one saw everyday.

[Gurney Devries]

That was... interesting, Gurney thought to himself. Definitely not your run of the mill pick pocketing attempt.

Still seated and looking very much at ease, he raised a hand and waved it in the air, trying to catch Tohmahawk's attention.

"Hey! You about done over there, Major? Beer's getting warm!"

[Captain Tohmahawk]

:: Getting up, he was laughing so much, his sides were hurting::

"Yeak okay Gurney... if you call that swill beer. Barman... real beer!"

Nice to see a pickpocket get a comeuppance. ::

[Lady Vader]

*LV was still sitting at her table, not haveing been disturbed in the slightest during the whole fiasco. And her table had been situated behind the loud human.*

*She was trying to hold her laughter in at the site. The mix had suddenly gone from annoying to hilarious in a matter of moments.*

*How beings of such comedy survived in this universe was beyond her.*

*She was surprised to watch Morgan stumble in, a helpless drunk. She bristled slightly, but immediatley calmed herself.*

*Yet another ass to add to the unfolding mischief.*

[Morgan Evanar]

Morgan opened his eyes as his laughter subsided, and spyed Lady Vader. His mind couldn't figure what to do with that information in its current state. Growling again, his stomach grabbed the available attention.

He bolted to a standing postion, and then teetered for a bit.

"I WANT A QUARTER KILO BANTHA BURGER!" A driod not far away seemed to respond, because it twittered, not that Morgan noticed at all. He was busy stumbling twoard the nearest open seat, which just happend to be next to Gurney.

It was a bit strange, and he almost fell off the seat once.

"Hi Tohmhawkth." He waved at the man moronically, smiling and then turned to Gurney.

"Hi! I donnnn'tttt know you, but I'm Moooorggann."

[Sergeant Tyle]

Tyle straightened up, his squarish frame turning sharply back towards the bar. He paused near Rourrsseeri, spinning on his heel to face her, he slightly lowered the brim of his hat, adjusting it.

"Have a nice day, ma'am."

He spun around in similar marine fashion, clicking away to cadence, as he headed to the bar.

[Cirrsseeto Raurrssatta]

Everything wobbled in his head, and his ears rang. Cirrsseeto sat up, and exhaled a puff of smoke, fluttering his ears rapidly to try and stop the ringing. He stood up, and fell back down on his face, his tail twitching in the air.

rrouurrrmmph!!!

[Seerrasseei Tsseerra]

Seer growled lowly, now she really didn't like the loud hyuu-mann. Throwing a grenade over a lousy keycard was reckless and unnecessary, let alone stupid. Seer then walked out to see the damage and to make sure no one she knew was injured, and if anyone was injured, the loud hyuu-mann would be feeling her claws digging into him by the end of the day.

OOC: *reads some of the other posts* opps, sorry if what I've said so far was rude, Charley, but you told me yesterday that wasn't you.....

[Ryu Warusa]

((OOC: I kicked you quite easily, Tyle. Ryu is very agile and can bend in a lot of ways, he's also studied every art of fightning known to man. Oh, and stop screwing up my pickpocketing attempts, for that you will pay dearly, you too Tomahawk. :D ))

Ryu had been hurt, not too bad but that grenade didn't taste very pleasing, that man had certainly overreacted. "All that, for a simple key card... at least I got something out of it.", he thought to himself as he eyed the man's Comm. Ryu had managed to swipe it while the big oaf was placing the grenade in his mouth.

"Now before I sell this I'm going to have some fun with this man and his associates". He ran off to his ship, the Luna Shiryou. They would have quite a nice surprise.

[Captain Tohmahawk]

OOC: In your dreams mate

IC : "Morgan?"

Puzzled, Tohmahawk looked at Evanar.

"What the hell have you been drinking? Fosters? A Jedi Toilet Duck?"

[Morgan Evanar]

"Noooo, I havennt been drinkaring." He made a motion kind of like he was swatting a fly."You're so sillllly." Pointing up with one finger, he continued. "What happend, was these guys up in some trees, they shot, errrr me. With daarts." Morgan threw his head back and laughed for about a half minute, and then continued.

"Those pooors illy people. Sooo confussded. Musta thunk I was humarn or somethin. Anyways, so they freaksed, and shot me witthth a stun blast. I grabbed one of um and plowowed him 'nto a treeeeee. So I raaan and gotted into a treeee. Up in trees, the sky becomes the ground sometimes. ITS SOO CRAZY."

[Gurney Devries]

Gurney raised a single eyebrow in an incredulous look. Not that would have noticed this: With the way his face was concealed under his heavy hood, it was a wonder someone could ascertain that he had a face at all. Sitting up a little straighter, he scooted his chair back a few inches from the drunkard.

"Get lost, punk. I got enough of my own addictions to worry about. You want Spice, you go buy your own."

[Sergeant Tyle]

Tyle strides to Tohmahawks table, saluting.

SIR! CRISIS HAS BEEN DEALT WITH! SIR!

[Ryu Warusa]

Running into his ship he runs into the cockpit and activates it. Soon the ship takes off from the hangar and heads over to the bar. "Heh heh heh...", he thinks as his ship hovers overhead. The sound of its engines fill the bar, no one notices because they are used to fly-overs.

"I'll be seeing you some other time, you jerk. By the way I have your comm. If you want it back, call me, on your comm. Ha ha ha ha ha..."

The Luna Shiryou flies sraight upward and out of the planet's atmosphere.

[Morgan Evanar]

OOC: NM.... You have seen some sense.

[Gurney Devries]

"Hey, Tyle... does it help ya get yer rocks off, screaming like that? Go sit yer ass down and have a drink like a normal person."