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Agent Zero strolls back in, springing spryly over the doorstep and deftly ducking the 'Mind The Step' sign, only to slip over spilled beer.
"What the-?! One of these days I'll manage a suave entrance. Or exit."
Noticing David's forcefield, Agent Zero neatly sidesteps another embarassing moment and makes his way to the bar. His brief musings as to whether or not it would be worth reviewing the security footage of the cantina's history to find out what a FBW is, are interrupted by the continuing hostilities of the two barmen. After helping himself to a pair of beers, he wanders over to David's table, passing easily through the forcefield (because he's Agent Zero. He can do these things), hands him a drink and the two start taking bets on when the GW/RD conflict will errupt into armed conflict.

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Awakening from his (many month long) drunken stupor, Renegade stumbles from a back room into the light and noise of the revived bar. Collapsing onto a back table in the shadows, he pulls his black hood over his forehead, and only the gleaming of his green eyes reveals his presence to the other patrons.

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RD wonders what the odds are of his "Bar Partner" turning on him with armed weapons while cleaning some glasses, before noticing the strange hooded figure in the corner. RD didn't mind cloaked beings who were unsociable, even if their eyes glowed like kryptonite. He just hoped like hell he didn't have a deep distorted voice and dellusions of God hood.... He quickly pulled some alcohol, grabbed his sidearm and tentatively walked towards the table. Muttering Quietly..

"Please let this guy speak english. I hate having to translate Goa'uld..."

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Watching the figure approach his table (noting especially the hand on the sidearm), Renegade leans back into his chair and pushes a chair opposite him out to allow the newcomer to sit.

"English, indeed. Goa'uld is just too gutteral for me. Plus the whole symbiote thing...ick."

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Woundwort looks up from supervising the workerbots as they put the finishing touches on the bar's repair job, and notices RD moving towards the sinister-looking newcomer.

"Well, RD just can't resist trying to get himself into trouble. When will he learn? At least this time he's not my problem."

Woundwort then gives orders to the bots to deliver refills for the current patrons, and goes back to doing his best imitation of Taz polishing the finish on the bar.

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Agent Zero, having realized that all the universe's problems can be solved with beer, set hour several hours ago to solve all the universe's problems. Now sleeping happily under the table, he doesn't notice as David shifts over a few tables.

Agent Zero awakens suddenly and leaps to his feet, pulling two very impressive blasters out from under his three-quarters length coat.

"For the love of God! What is an FBW?! And where can I get one? Or two? Three, maybe?

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Woundwort ceases to polish the bar as he notices Agent Zero has awoken from his slumber in a... feisty mood.

"SANCHO!!! Contingency MacKenzie!"

Woundwort's robot flunkey tosses him what looks like a firehoze. Woundwort turns it on the irate Irishman and cuts loose with a massive spout of Guinness. Agent Zero is knocked back under his table, and hopefully back into a peaceful slumber.

"Guess you were right. Beer can solve the world's problems. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/biggrin.gif Don't take it too badly, AZ - if the Boss came in and saw you messing with his FBW's, well, you DON'T even want to think about the consequences. I was acting in your best interests."

EDIT - takes off gold leaves, puts on eagles. The General is a Colonel now! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/laugh.gif

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The oldster smiles as he watches AZ sloshed with a Brewski Hose, ahhhh, now that is what everyone wishes for he mutters, if AZ gets upset over FBWs, what will he do when he's told about the "O" word http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/eek.gif maybe after he sleeps it off, then again ..... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/biggrin.gif

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As David settels in at his new table, his new bodyguard shows up and sits accross from him at his table..

Barkeep! A virgin marry for my perfect speciman of a bodyguard please.

As the other patrons look over at his new bodyguard they all get the strange feeling that they know her and really don't want to mess with her..

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..a handfull of Kylie Clone waitresses walk into the Bar..

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..you think one of them would have seen it. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...ies/tongue.gif

Cheers! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/happy.gif

P.S. Don't mind me, I was just browsing my old avatar thread and couldn't resist doing a bit of necromancy.. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...ies/tongue.gif

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RD realises it's a Canadian, Not a Goa'uld. Strange how they can get mixed up... He takes his seat and feels slightly more comfortable knowing that some hand device thing won't destroy his brain. He hears some exclamation about FBW's and quickly shouts over to the now "sloshed" Agent Zero.

"You might want to look at the Cantina History, Especially Circle the Wagons and The Gryphin Position!"

RD quickly writes a note on Agent Zeros bill for the Guinness and delivers it dutifully.

RD turns back to the canadian, and looks him up and down...

"Ok, Cut the suspense crap, Why do you have glowing green eyes?"

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Agent Zero staggers to his feet, a vile stream of profanity spewing from his mouth. Even a fool should know that even all the Guiness in the world can't keep an Irishman down. However, smacking your head on a table when you slip on the stuff will do the trick nicely. Realizing he is soaked head to toe in Guiness, Agent Zero rolls his eyes strangely, activating a command in his retinal recognition software. The Guiness soaking his clothing sprays out in every direction, yet every drop manages to land in an empty glass belonging to the other patrons.

"That round's on me, lads!"

Agent Zero then notices the bill nailed to his shoe.

"Oh. I guess it is actually on me. Bugger."

Agent Zero strolls over to the bar, flicking through his credit cards until he finds his US Government Slush Fund card and hands it to Woundwort. In response to the newly-promoted General's query, AZ tells the barman to file the charge for 76 litres of Guiness under Entertainment/Jenna & Barbara. After payment is accepted, Agent Zero tucks the receipt away, then tips Deadstar generously for defining FBW.
As he turns to leave, he catches sight of David's new bodyguard, and stops in his tracks. The two stare at each other across the room, and the whole cantina grows silent. Agent Zero tilts his head to the left, then the right, cracking the vertebrae in his neck. David's bodyguard slowly cracks one knuckle after the other and unhooks her holster-guard. An electric charge runs through the cantina. The tension is unbareable. Soon the place will errupt into the most unprecedented level of violence any cantina has ever seen. Deadstar and Woundwort hastily begin filling out insurance forms, while the other patrons begin edging towards the windows.

Then, most unexpectedly, the two nod courteously to each other, and Agent Zero heads out the door in search of FBWs, and of course the meaning of Mac's cryptic reference to 'the O word'.

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Woundwort watches the visual showdown between AZ and Dave's bodyguard with interest. However, the moment quickly passes.

"Pity. That would have made for some juicy entertainment. *sigh* The place just isn't what it used to be."

Woundwort files the receipt in the cash register and resumes polishing the bar, keeping an eye on RD out of the corner of his eye.

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Bah... grunts Cipher with a glance over his shoulder as he finishes off the last of the green bottles.

"Not at all like the the old days..."

Then he notices the almost-full glass of what at first appears to be stout in front of him. But further inspection reveals just a slight green tint, along with the rather undesirable characteristic that the contents tend to cling to the side of the glass.

"Might there be something behind that bar that says Saint James Gate on it? I do believe this product has turned."

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"Ah, well the secret to glowing green eyes...that can never be told"

As Renegade is talking, a small greenish orb drops from his left eye. Rolling across the table, the small electonic eye (with obligatory green glow) knocks gently against one of RD's knuckles.

"Ok, I guess the secret can be revealed. But I think I like this look better anyways; one glowing green eye, one relatively normal eye, if you discount the fact that it's entirely black, no white at all. You do know that I have to kill you now don't you? After all, the secret of the glowing green eyeballs can not be revealed."

Renegade jumps across the table, and begins shoving dry ice down into RD's sputtering mouth!

"Sorry old friend, the secret must not be told!"

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Renegade is suddenly hurled clear across the cantina and lands in a crumpled heap next to David's bodyguard, who proceeds to administer a few to the prone figure's head. RD, after unceremoniously expelling a significant quantity of dry ice looks up at his saviour. Agent Zero, being very tall, smiles down at him.

"Nobody, but nobody harms the bringer of beer as long as Zero is around."

Agent Zero then meanders on over to David's table, ignoring the icy stare from his bodyguard.

"Is it done?" asks David.
"It is," comes the solemn reply.
"Excellent. Now for the love of God man, wash the blood of your hands. You're going to draw attention!"

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"Tsk tsk tsk. I just knew RD would get himself into trouble. It's just in the grain of the universe. Perhaps you'd like a dry martini to wash down that dry ice?" http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/wink.gif

"Now then, Cipher, my fine chap, let me see if I can scrounge up some of that Saint James Gate you're looking for... SANCHO! Hrmph Never around when he's needed..."

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"Ah... very good, General. But, perhaps you misunderstand. On a bottle of a true stout it tells the place of its brewing. In the case of Guiness, that place is St. James Gate, Dublin. We'll make a bartender of you yet, General. But it does beg the question, what of Taz?"

With that, Cipher removes a small tin and cloth from his pocket, and attempts to polish away what remains of the green goo that was splashed on his nickel-plated hide.

"I've not seen Taz since the last melee."

He glances down again and notices that his polishing compound, although it seems to have acted as a solvent on the goo, has only served to spread the blemish upon his person.

"Oh, bother. I thought this compound would remove anything. There's only one thing for it, I suppose."

With that, Cipher's countenance became blank as the fabric of his existence began to shimmer away to his lair deep within the Mandelbrot set. At the vanishing point, the film of goo, compund, and tarnish fell away as a fine dust upon the floor. In a second, back he shimmered upon the stool, none the worse for wear.

"That's done it. Interesting what one can do with applied mathematics. How's my timing, bartender-General, have you located that stout?"

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Hey, isn't David's body guard a woman? In that case, I won't mind "a few to the prone figure's head." http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/laugh.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...ies/tongue.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/happy.gif

After a...uh...momentary distraction, Renegade pops up from beneath David's table. Looking around, seeing only red, he discovers the red is not from anger, but from the gash on his forehead.

"Oh well, that'll heal fast..."

Having a new victim in mind (and a more vicious attack), Renegade spots Agent Zero standing next to David. Actually, he appears to be trying to hide behind the great man. Hmmm.... Strolling over to AZ, Renegade taps him on the left shoulder, then moves to AZ's right. As soon as AZ starts to turn forward again, Renegade taps him on the right shoulder, and moves to AZ's left. Convinced now that some form of hideous demon is haunting him, Agent Zero spins around in circles until he lands rather unceremoniously on his rear. Renegade then pounces on him (with bucket of dry ice in hand) and proceeds to fill Agent Zero's nasal cavity, mouth, ears, and whatever other cavity is within reach...don't worry, not that one! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/shock.gif http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/eek.gif

"Ah, revenge is sweet indeed!"

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"Got it right here. Beg pardon about the name mix-up. The Boss is the expert on the brews from that side of the pond - my expertise is in East Coast microbrews."

Woundwort pours out a Guinness, neat, and sets it in front of Cipher.

"This one's on me - maybe that way I'll have some incentive to learn the craft a little better. http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/wink.gif"

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Agent Zero strolls into the bar and shakes his head at the sight of Renegade packing Zero's doppelganger full of dry ice.

"Blimey. Ah well, serves me right for using SE2's AI code for my 'twin'. Be interesting to see how all that dry ice reacts with it's power suppl-"

BOOOM!!!!

"Erm, barkeep? Add that five square metres of floor to my tab, would you?"

David, protected from the blast by his forcefield now finds himself sitting on a sort of pedastel in the middle of a rather large crater. Looking over at Agent Zero, he mouths a silent, "WTF?"[i] Agent Zero shrugs, then catching sight of David's bodyguard, suddenly draws his blasters and opens fire! The entire cantina is soon sizzling with lethal energy as the two professional killers bound about the room, trading blots of energy as they flick from place to place almost too fast for the (human) eye to keep track. Glasses, bottles, kegs, chairs and tables explode like demented fireworks, showering the other patrons with debries. Fortunately, the dueling duo's weapons rely on a form of quantum -rather than thermal- energy, and this alone keeps the cantina from errupting into a blazing inferno as the two wage their deadly game. In fact, the only sound to be heard, apart from weapons fire, and the occasional 'Eep!' from David is the sound of Renegade trying to free his head from the toilet he managed to land in.

Suddenly, the two cross paths and come to an abrupt stop in the middle of the cantina floor, sweating and panting, with guns at each other's temples, in a tense Mexican standoff.
A slow smile creeps across Agent Zero's face.[i]

"Now I know what you're thinking. Did he fire 600kilowatts or only 500? Well the question you gotta ask yourself is, Do you feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?

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As Renegade struggles in vain to free his head from the (thankfully new, and thusfar unused) toilet, he hears the sounds of violent fighting in the background. Pulling his head from the opening of the toilet with a dull "pop" sound, he pokes his wet hair until it stands back in its customary inch-and-a-half long spikes. Walking confidantly over to Agent Zero and his Mexican standoff, he falls into the 5 square meter hole. Damn. Crawling out of the hole, Renegade slips up behind David's bodyguard, and cracks her on the head with a rubber mallet (hey, she's the more dangerous one!) As she falls into a crumpled heap on the floor, Renegade throws the mallet in a movement faster than was thought humanly possible. It hits Agent Zero square between the eyes, and knocks him out cold.

"Now for the interesting part....which of those two will wake up first??"

Strolling over to where Raging Deadstar, David and Mac are sitting, Renegade grabs a stool and sits down with the trio, making it a quartet. As they eye him suspiciously, he says,

"Hey, I'm done with the whole violence thing. At least with you guys. Still not sure about Agent Zero...."

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hmmm,.. now that we are a quartet, we can start a 'Curling' Team.. I'll be the Skip. What positions do you want? http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/wink.gif

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"Curling, Dave?!?"

Woundwort has horrid flashbacks to the coverage of curling at the last two Winter Olympics.

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[i]Agent Zero smiles as he perches in the rafters above Renegade. From the looks of that hammer blow, his SE3-AI doppelganger is now irreperably damaged as well. Zero curses silently. This means he's down to only his SE4-AI doppelganger (the SE1 version being a gibbering idiot kept locked in the AZ's basement). There is of course the SE5-AI version, but Zero shudders to think of the kind of destruction such a creature would inflict upon the world, let alone the cantina. Plus, releasing it now would be a violation of the sacred NDA, and would certainly incur the wrath of a vengeful Aaron. And if it came to that, it was extremely unlikely this corner of the universe would survive. Another course of action will be required to deal with Renegade.

The shadows whisper, and Agent Zero is gone...

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David walks in then out for the sole purpose of saving this fine thread from the dreaded 'Page 2'.

Cheers! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/happy.gif

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"Quick! Bring out the defibrilator! Give me the paddles."

ZAP! ZAP!

AZ's doppelganger flops like a boned fish on the floor of the cantina.

"He's got a pulse! Now lets just hope that no one notices that he'll just be a vegetable for the rest of his life..."

Having finished all the currently pressing work, Renegade melts back into the shadows, with only his ubiquitous glowing eyes revealing his presence. A deep, resonating voice echoes from the shadows around Renegade...

"Tread lightly Agent Zero, you will yet meet your fate."

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While the rest of the patrons enjoy playing "ER", Woundwort continues in the Taz tradition of polishing the bar, when suddenly, Sancho comes running breathlessly (metaphorically speaking, he is after all a robot) up to him.

"Boss! Boss! We've got... competition!!!"

"What!?!" Woundwort punches a few buttons on his wrist computer, and a holographic image of the Won Ton Violence Take Out Hut shimmmers into being on the counterrop.

"Hmmm... catchy name. I see they've got customers, too. Tell me, Roboboy, has anyone ever dared set up a competitive restaurant in the Boss's territory?"

"I... I don't know."

"Do an archive search. Find out. Meanwhile, keep this place under surveilance. If Growltigger finds out about it... things could get very interesting in this sector of space." http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/evil.gif

Sancho runs off to talk to the forum computer, while Woundwort lights up a Rocky Patel '92, and eyes the holographic image of Won Ton's with an evil gleam in his eye.

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being appraised of the new establishment down the street and in the more rowdy section of the planet, The wize one decides to investigate by using a disguise to enter the sanctuary of this place and to make notations of the interior for the members awareness..... : [img]/threads/images/Graemlins/Cold.gif[/img]

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bump in the nite http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/happy.gif The wind russels thru the trees, a whispering faintly fills the air, He's coming, He's coming,....... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/eek.gif

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Oh god no! NO! Not Him.

Renegade melts back into the shadows and fades from view, until He is gone.

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RD quickly smuggles himself through the "service contractors entrance" of the cantina. Dragging what seems to be an enormous metal case behind him. A couple of inquisitive shots from the remaining customers were soon subdued by an FBW delivering drinks to their respective tables. Activating the Sound Dampner behind the bar RD breathlessly approaches General Woundwort.

"Competition... These are Dark Days. Whatever happened to the Phong's Heads glory days? Whatever happened to the unadulterated greed this place stood for? What happened to the merciless dominating monopoly we possessed??? There is two courses of action my friend. We draw in the customers in a corporate war or….”

RD just grins as he opens up the giant metal case to reveal a mundane looking sharp suited man in cryostasis.

“We send in the health and safety inspectors!”

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"Health Inspectors?"

"Health Inspectors?!?"

"Health Inspectors!?!?!"

Woundwort throws the butt of his cigar to the ground in disgust.

"OK. That's it. I can't wait for the Boss' approval. Time to bring this upstart Huxtable to heel!"

Woundwort taps a few buttons on his wrist computer. His bartender outfit is replaced by a pinstripe zoot suit. A few more buttons and several thick-necked, large-muscled clones of Furio Giunta and Luca Brazi show up, similarly attired, carrying oddly-shaped violin cases. A stangely familiar tune begins to fill the air.

"I'm going over to the Wa-Wa Takeout Hut to lay down the law. Are you in or out?"

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well, its certainly been ages since i've seen that fuzzy mug in here.

since its valentines day (in some parts of the world) is it a requirements for those FBWs to express a little affection for tired old wargame grognards? or does that get into combat pay?

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Woundwort walks back behind the counter and hangs his fedora on the wall. However, several Furio clones remain close at hand. Obviously, something is in the works.

As he settles back behind the bar and taps the ashes of his cigar into a convenient ashtray, he notices the Angel of Death sitting with Agent Zero.

"Hoo boy. That's a bad sign."

Woundwort summons his robot flunkey Sancho to the bar.

"Make sure that AZ's table gets good service today."

"Yessir. How did the... visit... go?"

"We'll find out. That reminds me - tell the combat droids to stand by. Hopefully we won't need them, but... you never know..."

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RD Peers over the top of the bar...

"Angel of Death?? I swear I was not responsible for that incident back on Cassandra VI... Oh..."

Realises that it's a patron and relaxes before pouring himself his usual non-alcoholic drink and continues to serve people and mentionning too much.

"Hey Woundwort, If Agent Zero dies on this property just make sure to claim the life insurance!"

RD drops a brewski by David Gervais usual seat and continues to serve the usual patrons, He contemplates a bit of vengeance on Renegade but decides against it. He's heard muttering under his breath..

"It was valentines day yesterday, goodwill to all men and that, god know's we need it at this time of year!" http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/wink.gif

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Seeing Agent Zero, Angel of Death and Ragin'( http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...ies/tongue.gif ) Deadstar eyeing him with not-so-friendly expressions on their faces, Renegade slips a little deeper into the shadows. The greenish glow of his eyes is visible for a short time, then disappears suddenly.

Climbing the wall slowly, carefully and silently, Renegade slips onto the 10 x 10 rafters and slowly slips to a position over top of the Angel of Death and Agent Zero. Pulling a handful of something out of a hidden pocket of his cloak, he lightly blows some sort of iridescent powder down onto the unsuspecting duo.

Muttering under his breath, Renegade says, "I sure hope you can incapacitate an Angel of Death...and lets hope Woundwort doesn't mind having a few twitching bodies on his floor."

With that, and not waiting to see the effects of the substance take effect, Renegade vanishes with a faint noise, and a flash of bluish light.

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good god, i was replying to the first page of this thread. still not used to how things display after the forum upgrade, and have to remember to click on page "1"

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RD sees this strange action by Renegade and shakes his head, returning from the back room carrying a hefty western style pistol, a black umbrella and a miniature vacuum cleaner. Proceeding to Agent Zero and the supposed Angel of Death's table he wonders, "Should I let the Angel of Death kill him..." but decides against it, Renegade didn't deserve death, perhaps embarrassment on the IRC channel but not death. He dutifully sucks up the strange pixie dust that renegade sprayed with the vacuum cleaner and kicks it away. He then hands the two patrons the umbrella.

“Here you go, Now please, just duck behind it for a moment, Customer Satisfaction and all…”

RD looks around; Renegade is nowhere to be seen… So he knocks on the ceiling lights and opens fire with the heavy pistol.

“Ok, Renegade, now be a good peaceful Canadian and return to your table… I don’t want an enraged harbinger of death with vengeance and bloodlust on her mind… Christ…It’s bad enough filing thing’s under ‘Act’s of God’ on the insurance forms, Never mind when it is an actual Act of God!”

RD looks up, Renegade is still nowhere to be seen and all that remains are several large bullet holes in the rafters. He reloads the pistol and glances round…

“Sheesh, it’s only Tuesday and I’m dealing with an Angel of Death, some Green Eyed Canadian Mercenary and Rival establishments, How much is the Boss paying me for this?”

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Woundwort watches RD's inexplicable actions, and shakes his head sadly.

"Here we are, teetering on the brink of an all-out turf war, and you're acting like Eli Wallach on acid. Get a grip, and keep an eye out for Rudy!"

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You can change the order of the posts back to reverse order in the display preferences under "My Home".

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"Come on RD, I wasn't after you!! Cut me a little slack, ok?"

As the disembodied voice fades to non-existance, Renegade re-materializes in his favorite dark corner of the bar, and pokes a finger through a rather large caliber bullet hole in the side of his cloak. Close one.

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The wizen old one walks into the old establishiment, looks around and waves at everyone, however, he stops and peers at the darkness sitting next to AZ, hmmm, me mumbles, he pulls out his darkness slicer wiper, pushes on the button and walks over to his table. He orders his usual, and then opens up his bag and starts handing out valentines to everyone in the bar, of course the FBWs are just thrilled and proceed to smother him and Puke in wonderous smooches and massages. They in turn show their appreciation by putting on the valentine outfits that Puke gave them. The old ones, defibulatro starts to go into over drive and the wize geezer has to turn it down a little... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/biggrin.gif

Just then, a slight wind once again whispers thru the cantina, and the words, "He's coming, He's coming", once again issues thru out the confines of the cantina.... http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...s/confused.gif

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"Great. War, Death, Famine and Pestilance at my table. Does anyone want to trade seats?"

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"Sorry Renegade, But with the possibility of turf warfare I thought it would be pest to pacify the locals."

RD look’s around and locks eyes with the Angel of Death and her companions...

"Is it the Apocalypse already? Oh well, At least there aren't 14 Angel's of Death like in Rabbinical Lore. Now that would be awful. Hmmm…I wonder if there’s a social club for these people…"

“Sorry Sir, It’s that old Security Instinct from the Starfury sector kicking in. Anyway, I’ve always preferred Al Pacino myself.”