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[Raging Deadstar]

RD returns from the back room carrying two Slug throwers in a holster and a large steak. He walks over to a small trapdoor below a shadowy cobwebbed table and throws the steak down into the depths. An explosion of hungry, angered and ravenous mongoose cries fill the room, only dampened by the closing of the trap door.

“Growltigger would have wanted the Byzantium Hordes involved.”

He turns to General (or is Lieutenant Colonel ) Woundwort and addresses a slight problem.

“Surely we shouldn’t leave this place undefended? Agent Zero, Renegade, Mac, Yourself, you’ve all begun the assault. We shouldn’t leave this sanctified place unguarded Sir. Permission to set up defences, listen to the Gladiator Soundtrack and hold the Fort Sir! No patron of the Won Ton Hut will cross Taz’s polished oak bar alive!"

RD Smiles slightly...

"We Need a Bar and Grill and some scantily clad FBW's to come home to after this, Victory can be celebrated no other way!"

[Atrocities]

Atrocities begins to clean his "simple blaster."

[AgentZero]

Agent Zero strolls out of the bathroom, looking well-rested, but still feeling the lingering effects of too many Galactic Cores. He walks smartly over to Woundwort and drops to one knee.

"A decision has been reached, and the legions of Heaven and Hell stand ready to serve you, sir. We await your orders..."

[AngeldelaMuerte]

The Angel of Death rises from her seat. She begins walking slowly towards General Woundwort who begins looking for escape routes and trying to lay his hands on something heavy. Having the Angel of Death walk towards you is very frightening event. When she reaches Agent Zero's side she does the unthinkable and drops to one knee as well. The other three Riders soon join her on either side of Agent Zero, waiting for their orders.

[AgentZero]

Agent Zero, having gotten bored waiting for orders, has just returned from the Won Ton, having given a certain young upstart a good flaying. He grabs a couple bottles from behind the bar, slips an arm around Death's waist and escorts her to a cozy booth in the back for a good snuggle.

[General Woundwort]

"Oh very well. We'll leave the combat droids here. And I managed to re-activate the velociraptors as well, for defensive purposes. That still leaves us the torpedoes, the giant Mongooses, and us for the first assault."

"The plan of attack is... go forth and bust heads."

"Any questions?"

"TO THE TAKE OUT HUT!"

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

Erm... guys, what are you thinking? The latest goings-on at the Won-Ton seem to be somewhat unfortunate for you. Why don't you just give up?

[AgentZero]

Agent Zero pops into existance, recently freed from Jack Smith's pocket universe. The Angel of Death reappears shortly thereafter, minus her top. (Awww, yeah!) Fortunately, having wings to fold around her, her modesty is unperturbed.

"Right folks, I did my damndest to take out the Hut on my own, but I'm afraid I was defeated by a combination of illogic, blatant disregard for continuity, and a total lack of respect for whichever section of the Geneva Convention pretains to the rules of Forum War. I also regret to inform you that the Earth Portal to the Bar & Grill was destroyed, so we can't really go home for a while. On the plus side, the Hut seems to have been thoroughly obliterated by Strategia.
I currently recommend a committee of 50 to attempt to untangle the mess of conflicting reports surrounding the final hours of the Hut, and a committee of 500 to determine exactly which side Strategia was fighting for.
That is all."

[Raging Deadstar]

RD sits alone in the at the polished bar with the small statue of Taz at the end. Only visible by the atmospherically placed spotlight. RD finishes another drink, a non-alcoholic one of course, even the largest cantina war in history could not break RD from his teetotal conviction, a silent toast to the statue of Taz before he gets back to his research. In the background, as promised, plays the gladiator motion picture soundtrack, It was a choice between that and something by Paradise Lost…

“Hmmm… Interesting…”

Before him sits many books, hundreds of sheets of paper and enough weird *** artefacts to make a museum curator cream in excitement.

“Why does it have to be so dam difficult? Which God of War or Death do I decide to call in favours from? Ares/Mars? Sekhmet? Odin? Mot? Hades? Sheesh why couldn’t there be a copy of the “Godly Pages” nearby?”

RD realises he should keep his voice down, what with the Angel of Death nearby… Afterall, with his healthy interest in Mythology and such he learned long ago what Azrael’s fate was prophesised to be.

Mumblings could be heard. “The last to die” “the second trump” “archangel”

He continues mumbling, reading and studying. If one god could be found willing to protect this place it would be worth it. The Patron God of the Cantina, and ain’t nobody who f**ks with the divine!

"I may not know my technology... But Ancient History and Theology is another matter"

[NullAshton]

The bar & grill will now be guarded by 10 starbases. Have a nice day.