Conversations overheard in the DV Prime Spice Hall

[Vraesrial]

I shall! Give me time, though. I'm juggling the shanties, 2-3 Wattpad stories, and now this XD I have quite a bit to do.

[Vraesrial]

The man looked towards his counterpart with an ignorant grin. "It's good to see a fellow officer! What flag do you fly under, sir!?"

"Thulun."

"A fellow clansmen, no less! Ha!"

The two drank spice for several hours until both were completely aloof. Or so it seemed.

"I don't feel well, friend. What was in that l-" the man paused to puke onto the floor.

The Thulun officer pulled the mans head up straight and whispered in his ear, "You were there when they attacked. All of you Javat scum will feel the wrath of the Northern Fox. None will escape me."

No one noticed the Javat Admiral keel over onto the floor, into a puddle of his own puke and coughed up blood. Why would they? It happened all too often in spice halls.

[ntsheep]

Welcome to the hall Vraesrial. The reason I started this thread was because I thought we needed a place for some better rumors and stories for the Spice Halls in ST. Fallen has said that maybe a few from here may make it into ST2. Have fun here. This thread along with a few others on the forum make up the online version of ST. I, and I think several others, never really meant for our captains to become famous as they have, but it's been pretty fun so far.

[Vraesrial]

The two Admirals looked at each other, each holding a dreadful scowl.

"Why do you hate me so, Dumont?" the Rychart officer folded his hands.

"Why do you care?"

"We're not so different, you and I."

"They murdered my crew."

"They killed my family."

This hit a nerve in the withered Thulun Admiral. "SHE TURNED ON ME! AND WAS AN AGENT OF JAVAT THE ENTIRE TIME!"

Pang's eyes widened in surprise with this new information. "I...I didn't know. The records say she was simply killed in battle."

Tears began to form in Dumont's eyes. "She did."

(I gave my character an entire backstory:P)

[Vraesrial]

Thanks ntsheep! It's always good to be formally welcomed into the spice hall. Makes for a good first impression;D

[slayernz]

"Give me a beer, good man", I called out jovially towards the bar keep.

He looked at me, in a slightly puzzled way. Kind of like when you've been told your blue car is parked out back, and you clearly remember it was actually red.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch your order there sir, what is it that you wanted?"

"A beer thanks. Not too fussed with the type, surprise me".

The bar keeper still looked confused, but nodded noncommittally before stepping into the back-room. Muffled voices could be heard

"mmm mmm mm beer. mmm mm don't know mmm"

"mmm the hell is a beer? mmm mmm look it up"

A few minutes later, the bar keeper came back out and said to me. "Sir, I ... ah .. do you have any identification on you?"

"Okay," I said hesitantly. It was my time to sound confused". "Here you go"

The bar keep looked at the id, and scanned the details into his wristcon. "Do you work in wildlife or environmental protection?"

"Err ... no, I'm the captain of the Mandrake, is there a problem?"

"Oh no, sir, I ... well, apparently it is illegal to buy and sell beers without a permit, and although we can possibly freight one in, there will be a lengthy delay due to it's capture, quarantine, and the like. I actually recommend that you go to the exchange and talk about the purchase there"

"Huh? All I want was a cold beer. I didn't think it needed to be quarantined. Hang on, what exactly do you think a beer is?"

"Sir, I admit I had to look it up. It's a warm blooded mammal that can be found on a few of the worlds in the quadrant. Quite rare, and in some cases, sought-after"

"No no no! Sorry, you're talking about a bear. I would like a beer b-e-e-r. It's the drink"

That look of confusion returned. The bar keeper shuffled back behind the bar, pondered for a minute, before pouring something into a glass and returning.

"Here you are sir, a beer".

I tasted it. "No, this is a Vudka. I didn't want Vudka, I wanted a beer."

The bar keeper took my glass away, went back into the backroom and more muted conversation ensued

"mm mmmm mm beer ... don't know what the hell it is"

"mmmm mmm shoot mmm customer. mmm mmm don't mmm trouble makers"

It was at that point that I decided it was a healthier option to go back to my quarters and have a private drink of water.

[slayernz]

"Give me a bear, good man." That is what this customer said to me. I've never been asked by anyone to get a bear before.

"Sorry, I didn't quite catch your order there sir, what is it that you wanted?"

The customer must have noticed my confusion, and tried to clarify his order.

"A bear thanks. Not too fussed with the type, surprise me"

I've been working in this establishment for three years now, and have heard a lot of requests, but never something so unusual as this. I hadn't even really heard of such a thing.

I nodded at the customer in an attempt to let him know I'm on it and would get him his ...umm .. 'bear'. It meant I needed to check with someone more worldly than me. I went to the back where the cook-accountant-gardener was. Yes, I know it's a little weird to have one person do three jobs, but spice den margins are tight at the best of times, and we all have to wear multiple hats.

"Hey Brian, this customer wants a bear. What is that? We serve water, spice, and Vudka - I don't know what a bear is"

Brian scratched his head. "What the hell is a bear?" he exclaimed. "Maybe it's one of them exotic delicacies. Could be tasty. Why don't you look it up?"

This is why Brian is paid the big bucks. He's smart! I jumped on the terminal and asked my query "What is a bear".

"Bear. Rare mammal made up of many different species. Found on remote worlds. Known for tearing apart explorers from time to time (not to be mistaken for an Arghblargle). Some species are more placid. Restricted export. Trading permits and documentation is required before transporting these animals."

"I don't know what I'm getting myself into", I muttered to myself as I got up and went back out to face the customer. I'd never done animal trading before. Maybe it wasn't even real. It could be a prank. It could be a sting operation. The Prince always seemed concerned that we were following rules. Maybe I was being set up!! I ran my planned response over in my head. What the hell do you want a bear for? No. Too strong. Who are you and who do you work for? Yes, that's a better approach. Show me some identification. You know that bear trade is illegal? I've got an urge to report you! Yeah that was the one. But when I got back to the customer, and all my confidence ebbed out ..
"Sir, I ... ah .. do you have any identification on you?" Smooth. I almost wanted to slap the side of my head!

"Okay," the customer hesitated "Here you go".

I think he was hiding something. He had a bit of a guilty look to him. I looked carefully at the ID. It seemed legit. I scanned it through my wrist console. Again, it didn't flash up any warning bells. His ID showed he was a captain of a starship. GovCentral doesn't allow that type of ID to be duped. Still, best if I asked him outright. You know, like if you ask a cop, they're meant to tell you right? "Do you work in wildlife or environmental protection?" I hoped it came out casual-like. Something that would normally come up in conversation.

"Err ... no, I'm the captain of the Mandrake," he responded. Then he added, "is there a problem?"

I decided to nip this in the bud. I couldn't take the chance that he was going to bust me for contemplating animal smuggling.
"Oh no, sir, I ... well, apparently it is illegal to buy and sell beers without a permit, and although we can possibly freight one in, there will be a lengthy delay due to it's capture, quarantine, and the like. I actually recommend that you go to the exchange and talk about the purchase there"
There. I had said it. Confidently., Clearly. I told him in no uncertain terms that he could take his animal interest and go to the exchange with it!


"Huh?" he responded, "All I want was a cold bear. I didn't think it needed to be quarantined." He paused for a second, then said, "Hang on, what exactly do you think a bear is?"

What? I. Umm. Now I was really confused. Mammals are warm blooded. Bears are mammals. Ergo Bears are warm blooded right? So that ruled out a cold bear, unless he wanted a dead animal. Eww. I had to confess ...
"Sir, I admit I had to look it up. It's a warm blooded mammal that can be found on a few of the worlds in the quadrant. Quite rare, and in some cases, sought-after." I didn't add the fact I thought he was pretty sick for wanting a dead bear, maybe even for eating!

"No no no! Sorry, you're talking about a bear." He emphasized that last word. As if it was wrong or something. Then he said "I would like a beer b-e-e-r. It's the drink"

Maybe he had some spelling issue? Maybe he wanted to drink a dead cold animal?!? I was getting a bit concerned. He could be foreign. You know them spacers. Maybe he came from backwater planet like Steel Song (although he was better looking than the typical Songer). I thought that he might be a bit weird, but gave him the benefit of the doubt. If he wants a drink, I'll get him a drink. House Vudka. Not the good stuff, he didn't seem like the type of person who would appreciate good Vudka.

I poured out a long shot of Vudka and served it to him with a smile. "There you are sir, a beer". Say it with confidence, and the customer will know who's in charge.

He looked at it uncertainly, then took a sip. The sip seemed to reinforce his thought. "No, this is is a Vudka. I didn't want Vudka, I wanted a beer". Again with this friggin beer thing! I knew he wouldn't have appreciated a good Vudka. I took his glass back, and returned to Brian for further advice.

"The customer wants a drink called a beer. I've never heard of it and I don't know what the hell it is". I was frazzled by this point. Other customers would have been happy with the Vudka or Spice. Or both.

Brian was thoughtful. "Maybe we got it wrong, I think there was an ancient drink called bayer or something. I think you should shoot the question to the customer. Remember, the customer is always right, tell him that unfortunately we don't have such exotic beverages. But don't be antagonizing - we don't want employees who are trouble makers okay. Let's give him some spice on the house. That might placate him".

But when I went out to the bar area again ... he was gone.

[slayernz]

Wasn't sure if I should have put both conversations into the single post ... Spacers say the darndest things.

[ntsheep]

It was great slayernz. fallen has to come read some of these again. Yours would make a great little one for ST2.

[slayernz]

Imagine if that was a rumor that you get at the Spice Hall ...

[ntsheep]

ST2! Now with bear hunt contracts!

[slayernz]

Bears and Arghblargles. Two more reasons why exploration in ST2 is still not a relaxing past-time

[Vraesrial]

XD Loved them!

[Vraesrial]

A scuffle began to develop between two Independent bounty hunters and a Cadar pirate.

“Come at me! Come on!” The pirate laughed.

“We’re not here to kill you! Come quietly!”

“Where’s the fun in that, lads!”

Several broken chairs and shattered glassware later, the bounty hunters were finally able to subdue the miscreant.

Rather than dwell on such a mundane event for spice halls, you continued to sip your vodka.

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“Hey, you! Young trader! Come here!” an old man beckons you towards his stool.

You take a seat and the man slides a glass of vodka in your direction. “What do you want?”

“What do you want, sir! I was once one of the top military officers for Steel Song Clan.”

Regardless of your distinct disdain for Steel Song, you humor the man. “Really?”

After hours and hours of seemingly unending conversation, and believing it would be rude to argue with his blatantly bias opinions, you discreetly sneak away and push a Javat cadet in as your substitute.

[Admiral Pang Salvian]

Mar 10, 2016 19:53:44 GMT -5 Vraesrial said:

The two Admirals looked at each other, each holding a dreadful scowl.

"Why do you hate me so, Dumont?" the Rychart officer folded his hands.

"Why do you care?"

"We're not so different, you and I."

"They murdered my crew."

"They killed my family."

This hit a nerve in the withered Thulun Admiral. "SHE TURNED ON ME! AND WAS AN AGENT OF JAVAT THE ENTIRE TIME!"

Pang's eyes widened in surprise with this new information. "I...I didn't know. The records say she was simply killed in battle."

Tears began to form in Dumont's eyes. "She did."

(I gave my character an entire backstory:P)

(Wow. Ok, so I knew you created a backstory for your captain, but didn't expect this. Taking the RP thing a bit farther are we? XD I like.)