Conversations overheard in the DV Prime Spice Hall

[Vraesrial]

(Thanks!)

[Vraesrial]

"Murder! Murder!" someone screamed from the opposite side of he room.

You had been drinking sullenly at the bar and turned to face the direction this came from with great reluctance.

"Someone has murdered this man!"

Several large individuals, dressed as security guards, came over. They examined the man who had been claimed dead.

"This man isn't dead. What're you talking about?"

"Yes, he is! Don't you see the blood!?"

"I think you've had enough to drink, friend," the two men carried the drunkard out, right past your stool.

You chuckle slightly and softly whisper, "Why do people always have to scream bloody murder?"

[slayernz]

"Murder! Murder!" someone screamed from the opposite side of he room. "Someone has murdered this man!"

Several large individuals, dressed as security guards, came over. They examined the man who had been claimed dead.

"This man isn't dead. What're you talking about?"

"Yes, he is! Don't you see the blood!?"

Dammit, Selen thought to herself, as the surreptitiously slid her knives back into their hidden scabbards. "I'll deal with him soon enough"

"I think you've had enough to drink, friend," the two men carried the drunkard out.

A man at the bar chuckled and muttered to himself "Why do people always have to scream bloody murder?"

"Because they're troublemakers", Selen thought to herself in response. She slipped out the door and quickly caught up with the drunkard.

"It's YOU!", he exclaimed. "I's seen you in here!" he said, tapping his head.

"Okay," Selen whispered, "I'll bite. What are you on about?"

"I's seen the future. If I's close my eyes, I's see things, like that man being dead. It's frightening as I knows if I's don't do anything, that man will be dead. Murdered!"

"Shhh, no need to be so loud. How do you know me?"

"I closed my eyes as I's dragged out of the room and I sees you talking to me. You's very pretty"

Selen smiled coyly and turned on the charm. "So you can see the future huh, that's fascinating, let's talk more", as she guided him into the shadows.

"You's very pretty" he repeated, and made an attempt to kiss her. As he moved in, he closed his eyes, and a look of shock came over his face.

Before he could scream out, Selen slid a knife between his ribs and into his heart. "No more seeing the future my friend. It's sad that you got to see yours so briefly. Now it's time for me to go back to my mark."

Selen wiped her blade clean and slipped back out of the shadows.

[ntsheep]

It was a lively night in the spice hall and for once ntsheep wasn't the cause of it. He was very pleased as he sat in a dark corner of the room watching everything going on.

"Murder! Murder!" someone screamed from the opposite side of he room.

"Someone has murdered this man!"

Several large individuals, dressed as security guards, came over. They examined the man who had been claimed dead.

A very beautiful woman left quickly but quietly out the door. An assassin obviously. He was pretty sure he knew who she was working for.

"Are you about done with that?" he asked the man sitting next to him.

"Just a few more tweaks and she'll be ready." the man replied

"Good Atlas Screams , this will be the best FARTBOMB yet. Let's get these people dancing in the street!"

[slayernz]

Don't you dare thwart Selen a second time. She has no patience for distractions ...

[slayernz]

"I remember my first launch out of a carrier. It felt so exhilarating"

"I've always wanted to be a combat pilot, what did you fly?"

"Fly? No, my captain liked airlocking the crew for fun. He did try to pick us up again afterward though"

"What?!? That breaks Health and Safety rules! That's downright dangerous!"

"Nah it's okay. We got a whole glass of Vudka beforehand. By the time we reached the 'lock, we were buzzing something fierce! Some of us even got to hang onto a torp as we were ejected!"

"A Torp?! This is getting worse by the second"

"Oh relax man, Captain said that the torp let him find us easier. He reminded us that torps return back to the ship if they don't hit their targets, so we'd much safer"

"And were you?"

"Suuure. Well except for Jackson. And Miles, and Pryor."

"What happened to them?"

"Well their torps accidentally struck the enemy ship"

"What enemy ship?"

"The one we were ejected towards, Duh, keep up"

"So let me get this straight, you were ejected out of an airlock towards an enemy ship holding onto a torp?"

"Yeah. Don't forget the free Vudka!"

"ummm ... Okay. So you clearly weren't the pilot. What do you do on your ship when you're not being ejected out of airlocks?"

"Oh, I'm head of recruiting for the SlayerNZ. In fact, you're in luck. I'm currently recruiting for three crew members for the SlayerNZ and wondered if you were interested in signing up. We pay good shillings!"

"I might pass"

[Vraesrial]

"Hey, Admiral. Some men over there want to know if we've seen the head of recruiting for the SlayerNZ."

"Why?" Reinhold quizzically tilted his head.

"Apparently the Syndicates and Clans are cracking down on the health and safety violations after getting several complaints from De Valtos Prime. They're investigating his captain."

"Well, I haven't seen this man. Tell them to call me if they need help."

"Aye, Aye, captain." Just before leaving, the crewman stopped himself. "Have you also heard that his captain was linked to the recent Vodka thefts? They've recovered most of it, meaning we'll be able to fulfill that contract for Cadar now."

"Good, too. Thulun needs to maintain this alliance." The Admiral saluted his underling. "Have the necessary Vodka transported to our hold."

The two men quickly disappeared after taking a few notes. Somehow Reinhold felt that this matter was far from over, but still insisted on moping around the spice hall for a while longer before looking further into it. This was, after all, a day of mourning for him.

[Atlas Screams]

Click. Click. Click.
"Well that's no good," Atlas sighed as the FARTBOMB's timer mechanism refused to start it's countdown. Angry, he smacked the side of the contraption.

"Have you tried diverting some of the power from the lasers to the clock? I don't think it's getting enough power to activate," his crewman suggested.

"I don't pay you to thi-" The machine whirred to life, it's display lighting up red. "Oh, well that worked."

"Are you about done with that?" asked the man sitting to his right.

"Just a few more tweaks and she'll be ready," Atlas replied.

The timer counted down. 100, 99, 98...

"It's just a matter of time now."

[wascalwywabbit]

Fartbomb you say! I made a fart joke over in the torp thread yesterday that bombed so far... does that count?

[slayernz]

"I heard someone was arming a fartbomb, and the timer started counting down from 100!"

"Can't have been a Cadar bomb"

"Why do you say that?"

"Two reasons. First of all, Cadar bombs don't make things smell, they make things not there anymore"

"And the second reason?"

"Cadar bombs start counting down from 1"

[Vraesrial]

I know that all to well, friendXD

[Atlas Screams]

...2...1

[slayernz]

"I want a pizza please"

"Sure, here's your spice"

"No, wait. I want a pizza"

"Yes, your spice is in front of you. Enjoy"

"No, I don't want spice, I want a pizza"

"Err no, you want spice. You're in a Spice Hall"

"No. I want some food to go with my spice"

"Oh good. There you are"

"What?"

"There's your spice"

"I DON'T WANT SPICE!"

"Yes you do. You just said so yourself"

"No I didn't"

"Yes you did"

"No I didn't"

"Yes. You said 'I want something to go with my spice'. You can't get anything with your spice if you don't want spice, ergo, you want spice. And you have it."

"But I want a Pizza. I am hungry."

"Do you know that I bought a plasma rifle for customers just like you?"

"What do you mean, customers like me? All I want is a pizza"

"Last customer wanted a bear! They're wild and dangerous and I won't have anything to do with animal smuggling. Enjoy your spice and then get out."

[Vraesrial]

*Poke*

"Pang..."

*Poke*

"PANG!"

"What? It's fun annoying you!"

*Reinhold grabs Pang's hat and spits in it*

". . . . . . ." *Pang.exe has stopped working. Please restart*

[beverage]

And then he turned to me and gargled "Hmmm, seems my mouth is half full of blood!"

*sips Vudka with pensive gaze* before adding "He always was an optimist, even in his last moments."