ST-321 Posted May 9, 2002 Share Posted May 9, 2002 This is just another RPG set in an Imperial Captain's Lounge. It's suppost to be humorus, so, Step lively, soldier (or officer, moff, general, admiral, etc....) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ST-321 Posted May 9, 2002 Author Share Posted May 9, 2002 Well, I'll start this off (unless someone beats me, then I'll be mad). This is my third post, the second being on the same thread, the first on the YT-2000 in Clan thread. Captain Drule stepped into the dim light, surrounded by music. He steps up to a bar stool and orders some Correllian Ale. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jem Posted May 10, 2002 Share Posted May 10, 2002 I'll be the Imperial Barman Sorry Captain, were out of Corellian Ale. Rebel Scums boarded our ACP (Alcohol Cargo Ship). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cmdr. Cracken Posted May 10, 2002 Share Posted May 10, 2002 *The swish of the doors i heard slightly over the music, and in steps a white uniformed officer. Standing tall, his presence gives off an aura of power. It's Grand Admiral Cracken, loyal servent of the Imperial Navy. He calmly walks up to the bar, and seats next to Drule* Corellian whyskey, Wheryn's reserve, if you please. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jem Posted May 10, 2002 Share Posted May 10, 2002 The Barman is getting really nervous. First he had to denie alcohol to the Captain and now it would be the Grand Admiral's turn. He swallowed his saliva and said: "Gulp, I'm sorry sir but like I just said to monseigneur Captain, we are out of Alcohol....please don't kill me...'" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ST-321 Posted May 10, 2002 Author Share Posted May 10, 2002 The Captain pulls out a comlink. "Drighten 9, this is Captain Drule, bring down one of our, Cargo-99s. You know where I am." Captain puts down the comlink. Goes over to the Music Player, turns to "Vader's Eyes" song. Waits for his Correlian whiskey. And waits, waits, pulls out his viboblade and polishes it, still waiting. Then a stormtrooper comes in, carrying a small case. "Here you go sir." "Good job soldier." *passes bartender bottle* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ST-321 Posted May 10, 2002 Author Share Posted May 10, 2002 Soldier: "Sir, should I get the ship ready?" Drule: Hick "No, that's all, hick, right." Soldier: "Well, we don't want you to fly us into a star." Drule: "Your, hick, right. I'll stay here a while." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ST-321 Posted May 10, 2002 Author Share Posted May 10, 2002 FYI: This loung is a cantina on the ISDII: Bar Pot. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cmdr. Cracken Posted May 10, 2002 Share Posted May 10, 2002 *the Grand Admiral walks over to the case, and calmly puls out a bottle of Corellian Whyskey. The Stormtrooper moves to stop him, but Cracken glares* Dare you deny a superior officer? Stormtrooper: No, sir, sorry sir. *Salute* Good. *Cracken takes the bottle, and goes to a table, puts his feet up, and takes out his own shot glass, pours a drink, and takes a shot.* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ST-321 Posted May 11, 2002 Author Share Posted May 11, 2002 One hour later The Captain swigs down more ale, all whilst drunk. He starts singing: "Yo! Ho! Blow the man down!" All in cantina look at him strangly. "What!?" *Pulls out blaster, waves it around, accidently shoots first person he points it at; everybody ducks when it comes there way* "Oops! Well, better kill that dead officer's family, or somethin' like that." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ST-321 Posted May 11, 2002 Author Share Posted May 11, 2002 An off duty soldier leans over, explains his mistake to him, then gets shot. Suddenly a weird looking alien walks in. The cantina turns very silent. The Ishi Tib looks around, then suddenly the barman, Jem, shoots him and says: "Hey! We don't serve your kind around here!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kuuki Posted May 11, 2002 Share Posted May 11, 2002 *Another fellow walks in, obviously human or humanoid, dressing in a black cloak covering some (rather) black armour, the cloak didnt cover his head at all, maybe because he had too much hair to cover it up. And such a strange hair style too. Also a wierd set of eyes too that just adds to the strange appearence, that made every one in the Cantina to turn in their chairs...* *Sits down at bar, and asks bartender* Stranger: "What do you have." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jem Posted May 11, 2002 Share Posted May 11, 2002 Depends, what exactly are ya? If your another one of'em parasite aliens then I'll have to shoot ya! Like him: "Jek (sounds better than jem for a barman...) the Barman points at the alien he just shot dead" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cmdr. Cracken Posted May 11, 2002 Share Posted May 11, 2002 *G.A Cracken walks over to the now drunken officer, takes the ale and the glass from him, and proceeds to strike him. on the face. really really really really really really really hard* No more, or i'll have you hauling garbage for the Navy. *Cracken now notices the strange creature in the bar....... he has a mildly surprised look.* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deac Posted May 11, 2002 Share Posted May 11, 2002 [All right! You've probably heard of Deac Starkiller's evil bother, Syrnl Darkstar! Well here he is!] *Lord Syrnl Darkstar enters the bar, oddly enough not flanked by his Doomguard. He sits at the bar, pulls out a ryll cigar and a bottle of Ultio Rum* Gods! You won't believe it! I had another fight with my wussy brother! Why can't he just die! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ST-321 Posted May 12, 2002 Author Share Posted May 12, 2002 The Captain gets up, wipes the blood off his face, then pulls out of nowhere a small BioTech Bacta Container and dowses his face in it, then proceded to say: "Yeah, I know what your talking about" to Syrnl Darkstar Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kuuki Posted May 12, 2002 Share Posted May 12, 2002 the cloak didnt cover his head at all, maybe because he had too much hair to cover it up. Stranger to bartender: "Well im just passing though really... And but frankly if you'd try to pull anything like what happened to who ever that poor sap was? I would make it so that you'd end up worse..." *The stranger glares up at the bartender but quickly notices Cracken* Stranger: "Bartender, i want some shot glasses..." *Stranger looks back at Cracken with a smirk, while semi pulling out a bottle of Romulan Ale, just enough so the just Cracken would see it...* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ST-321 Posted May 12, 2002 Author Share Posted May 12, 2002 *Suddenly a bright red beam rips through a vent in the ceiling, then the bartender hits a button and a shield around the bar shuts tight. Then a bright blue blade comes down, with its master behind it* Captain:"Oh ****!" Suddenly a button is pushed from behind the shield and several turrets pop out from the ceiling. Everybody has a blaster out. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
superthrawn Posted May 12, 2002 Share Posted May 12, 2002 I stepped through the doors of the lounge. I doubt anyone knew who I was, or why I was there. To tell the truth, I doubt they knew I was there. A confused aura surrounded the place. Blasters and shields were popping out of everywhere. To add to the untastefulness of the place, the rotting stink of a just dead alien filled the room. It was almost more than I could take. But no, I couldn't leave, I had business to take care of... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cmdr. Cracken Posted May 12, 2002 Share Posted May 12, 2002 *Through the chaos, the Grand Admiral was completly at ease. A Romulan. he came across them when the Late Grand Admiral Thrawn was his C.O during his trips to the Unknown Regions. A dasterdly breed, tricky and sly, both in mind and body as well as armed conflict. Thrawn loved them. Thier culture, thier entire civilization facinated him. But Cracken was a mere 2nd mate, under Pellion. He was nothing more than an observer. Which is why he managed to stay hidden. Not even the Emperor knew his true heritage, the heritage he would one day step up to reclaim. Well, today was that day. He calmly moved his hand toward a flashlight shaped cylinder on his belt......* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kuuki Posted May 12, 2002 Share Posted May 12, 2002 im not romulan! im trying to make a character that resembles sephiroth all i did was sumuggle the ale (hence illegal) *noticing that he kept a bottle of illegal winery, the stranger tried to defend it that best he could, noticing that the person whom he'd shows the ale to was drawing a weapon of some sort. The Stranger pulled out a Katana wiht measured about four and a half feet in length, it gave off a sort of power that cracken could feel, reguardless of what weapon cracken was about to wield... The Stranger kept in a defencive stance...* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cmdr. Cracken Posted May 12, 2002 Share Posted May 12, 2002 *The man who was wielding the blue lightsaber turned to the Grand Admiral, who now cleared his own lightsaber. they stared, then he laughed* *To the blue Lightsaber d00d.* You have about 20 blasters, one Katana and on elightsaber one you, and you honestly think you will win? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deac Posted May 12, 2002 Share Posted May 12, 2002 Oh gods... can't you take it outside? I'm trying to drink here! *Syrnl is becoming angry, and the Darkstar spirit, the strange entity that inhabits him comes to the surface...* Don't make me destroy you... *Places hand on Darksword* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
superthrawn Posted May 13, 2002 Share Posted May 13, 2002 The tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a vibroblade. I was getting sick of all the nonsense, so, with a wave of my hand, stunned everyone where they were. Yes, even the Jedi. They all sat there, with stupid looks on their faces. Kind of like drunk Gammoreans. I couldn't help but laugh a bit. I surveyed the situation, catching my reflection in a rare shiny spot on the bar. I wasn't physically intimidating, standing only 5'11", around 160 lbs. My dark brown hair was cropped short, and my dark brown eyes glared back at me with a hate so hungry, it seemed to eminate from my very soul. I turned to the Grand Admiral. "Listen, G.A., you've got about thirty seconds to get this place under control, or people start to die. I've got business with somebody here, and you'll find out who, because they'll be the last to die, got it? And just for the record, don't even think about trying to kill me. I have become more powerful than you can ever imagine. Besides, you shouldn't try. As Luke Skywalker says, do or do not, there is no try." I went on like this for some time, spouting one useless platitude after another, for a few seconds, then realizing that no one can do anything, release them all. That is when chaos erupted again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Redwing Posted May 13, 2002 Share Posted May 13, 2002 ((OOS: Godmode already? )) *a blue flash of light lights up the cantina. A brown winged creature appears in the middle of the room. Everyone stares at him in stunned silence. He stares back at them in equal confusion* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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