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Post by bnoury on Apr 12, 2011 15:18:57 GMT -5
Oh God! I had a great Cutter with upgrades and all. Then I somhow used my sausage fingers to change into a Valentine Class after I had looted the sucker. The shame was so great I almost didn't want to return to port.  |
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Post by oldalchemist on Apr 13, 2011 11:29:48 GMT -5
Play with your pinky like a Thulun drinks his tea! It's not just hoity-toity manners. It's piloting practice!
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Post by Cory Trese on Apr 13, 2011 15:11:11 GMT -5
Are you serious? The House of Thulun has an unmatched tradition of Shalun Honor.
Our ancestor Cragen Thulun fought, literally hand to hand beside Ardok Shalun HIMSELF at Farfallen Breach. Sarah Thulun cast the deciding vote at the Council of Dallix. What can the dogs of Cadar say to this?
We are the stewards of the past and the seed of the future.
HOUSE THULUN!
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Post by Lanzo Cadar on Apr 13, 2011 15:20:44 GMT -5
It is all to easy for the generals who represent a millennium of failure to pass judgement on the soldiers and ship builders who fought and built for them.
You would forgive things that MUST NEVER be forgiven. You say you steward culture -- we steward the now. Without strength to defend it, life is meaningless.
You speak of Sarah Thulun but ignore the truth of why she survived to see the Council of Dallix. That vote was as much Vincant of Cadar's as it was hers.
Do not forget the history you claim to defend
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Post by Cory Trese on Apr 13, 2011 15:31:51 GMT -5
See you in a week, bro.
Perhaps a ST RPG off, first one to Level 10 on Impossible to decide the ruler of the quadrant?
=)
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Post by Lanzo Cadar on Apr 13, 2011 15:45:25 GMT -5
Cadar's torp rule this Quadrant already. The game is up!
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Post by oldalchemist on Apr 14, 2011 8:18:56 GMT -5
If you can't pilot a dreadnaught with your pinkie, you're over-steering. Elbow grease is the tool of Independent barbarians and Cadar maniacs. Sometimes, I pilot this Atmo Hauler with the feather from my hat.
All ahead port, negative Z. Swish!
Fire a barrage to their engines, ensign. Did you see what I did there with the alliteration? Pip!
Ramming speed! Ting!
Brace for impact! Ta...da!
Now, board and kill them to a man! Swish!
Do you see the fear in their eyes? Swash!
Your buckles are shined! Swoosh!
Your epaulets are well pressed! Like our advantage! Swa-dunk!
Someone check the hold of this vessel for more feathers. Mine is lodged in the ears of this ex-captain. I see there are chemicals on the manifest. See if any of it is Woolite.
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Post by Cory Trese on Apr 14, 2011 12:50:59 GMT -5
i laughed for at least 5 minutes
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Post by oldalchemist on Apr 14, 2011 16:36:18 GMT -5
Buy enough rounds of spice at Impossible, and get an award that unlocks idiotic rants by oldalchemist in random spice halls...
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Post by slayernz on Apr 14, 2011 17:57:26 GMT -5
We get that regardless of how much spice we use. At the last Spice Hall in Slaveria, Captain Tango swore that after 5 rounds, all he could see was hats. Hats eeeeeee-vry-where!
He even offered a couple of hat feathers to old Turdlip as a potential replacement prosthetic to ... well his his medical mishap. He declined because feathers make him sneeze and the smell of his current lip replacement is rather comforting and familiar to him.
It does make you wonder though, changing the topic ever so slightly. How many prosthetic turdlips are floating in deep space from pranks that somehow went wrong. For my captains it's always been ... either that lip goes out the airlock or my first mate does.
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