Planet Bar V6
 

Space.... An infinate chasm of chaos and irritants pass silently out here... and in this infinateness there is a lonsome space station with a large neon sign stating in bold blue letters

"PLANET BAR"

This space station in peticular is larger than most as the owner, Slick, has had most of the pods converted to docks and the cyrogenics areas into a large potato resteraunt...

The ship itself has 2000 decks and only 20 of those are used.. the rest hold stock and ammuntion.

Deck 1) Docks - The area where most people dock their ships and enter the large lift area to the bar areas... there is 300,000 dock spaces and several chocolate machines that no longer work.

Deck 2) Mechanics - This deck is devoted to the ships computers and the area where the ships mechanics keep the station going

Deck 3) Cabin Deck - The area devoted to the shiips Living quarters, you can buy a cabin on the ship for the monthly rate of 200 gold coins or a game of poker with the captian

Deck 4) Casino - The deck used to hold the ships large mess hall, but as it was no longer required, slick changed it to a large gambling intitution where large amounts of people waste away their money paying for the ships unkeep, there are over three hundred million slot machines with 100,000 poker tables and an equal amout of blackjack and roulette tables.

Deck 5) Duty Free - This deck is dedicated to the black market of items best forgotten.. all weaponary and nonsenceica can be bought here... we also have a spare Soul reaver on sale here, although you have to pay wqith your soul.....

Deck 6) Bar - This is the main adeck, which include a large bar taking up 300 miles of ship. There are 300,000 million seats all with cigrette trays. We have 1 cirette machine which is broken and a condom machine which eats your money ( i dunnmo why)

Deck 6) Secuity deck - All thoese who wish to make a niusance of themselves wi9ll pay with their life, or their money...

Deck 7) Potato resteraunt/ Cryostasis - this deck is a mixture of a resteraunt dedicated to potatos, boiled, baked, cooked, poached, mashed, chipped, wedged, fried, jecket, skins... everything you can think of... also this holds a small cryostasis section, which also holds a suicide box, so you can end your life how you wish...

Deck 8) Slick's quarters. Period.

Deck 9) Flight and navigation deck - holds the ships core and flight deck, you fly from here...

Heres the job rota as it stands...

Vice-barman - Acidk
Chief of security - DD
Pilot - Flapjack
Wraith - Explorer


[ooc] Heres the bar... there are jobs so please ask and i will add you to the rota [ooc]

*AcidK's personal shuttle appears in the docks. t did not fly in, nor did it land... it just appeared. The hatch opened and AcidK walked out, his K6 Demonic Broadsword sheathed on his back and his usual weapons of war carried around his waist, arms and hidden within his cloak. He walks with a dark smile as he heads to the bar area, knowing familiar ground when he sees it.*

How long has it been? Yeesh, I never remembered vending machines in this part of the ship... they used to be everywhere else BUT here...

*AcidK blinks directly to the bar area, sitting behind the bar with his usual smile. His clothing had changed, but not by much, and now his weapons were hidden underneath the bar.*

Hullo slick, I've come to take my usual position... I hope you don't mind, of course. And can I say one thing... Why have you not got a craps game in the casino?! How can people play snake-eyes and craps?

*A strange ship resemberling a VW Beetle suddenly appears out of subspace and attempts to dock with the station. After several near-misses and quite a few crashes the ship eventually comes to a halt but only because the front end became wedged in the bulkhead. Down on Deck 6, DD materilizers in the security office in a sitting position. Unfortunatly however, he'd been teleported 3ft away from the chair and landed on the floor with a 'thud'. He then gets up and brushes himself down*

"Greetings, i've come for the Chief of Security job"

WST landed his craft in the docking bay, narrowly swerving to avoid the large ship that appeared out of nothing into the dock next to him. stepping out of his small craft, he slipped his desert eagle into the inside pocket of his long coat, and patted the larger pocket on the other side, his HK MP5 weighing it down, but the specially made support meaning that it was all but invisible. He walked along the bay, through the sliding doors and towards the elevator, looking all around him as he went.

*bing*

Arriving at the bar, WST stepped out and along the corridor to where slick was chatting to someone WST did not know. He went to introduce himself, nodding at slick indicating that he would like his usual, a vodka and beetlejuice.

Slickwatches the first arrivals come to the bar with interest. As he walks to the bar he picks up a small ring, seemly gold, but with a greenish tinge to it's structure and a small blue emblem.

Acid, you will need this ring to operate the bar, as it is atuned to your soul, it will become connected, and you will become forever its second in command. just place it on your finger and wait for it to react,

DD, the same for you, to activate the security cameras and the on-board weaponary, just wear this emblem.

*slick hands WST a Vodka and beetlejuice.*

*DD slips the ring onto his right middle finger. As he does this the ring begins to glow and the wall mounted cameras and guns become active*

"sweeet"

WST sips his drink, watching over the bar.

"been busy?"

he enquired, knowing well that the bar was a magnet for trouble, and that even now there were probably cameras watching his every move.

Slick replies with "Yes, i've been busy, i had to fix the ship after everyone desserted me on the planet of the flesh eaters.... remember acid?"

Slick sits down remembering hewitts doses of emotion darts... that was a funny time....

T'was not funny for me ffs...

*Standing not far away is Hewitt in his 7ft humaniod, wingless form wearing simple clothes and with a not-so-simple double bladed sword/staff straped to his back. The two light blue crystalline blades glowed brightly as they hummed softly with telemorphic energy.

Hewitt keeps the cold look for a few unsettling seconds before beaming into a toothy grin and greeting slick warmly.*

'bout time you showed up mate I haven't had a good potato stew in ages. :D

*Meanwhile two thirds of his crew from the heavy cruiser the Immortal Raven - the ship which had brought him here - now began to wander over the station to make use of it's facilities.*

*suddenly a hole in space appears next to the planet bar, a moment later a tiny vessel shoots out of the hole, only to stop just before smashing into the huge hull of the planet bar, behind it the hole disappeared*

*flapjack quickly activated the normal drives and docked the hyperfighter, right in 1 try, with a perfect mark on top*

*flapjack then used his magic to teleport him instantly from the docks to the bar, right next to slick*

hmm, you need a pilot for this huge flying heap of decks and engines ??

Oh, yes... flesh eaters... erm... about that...

*AcidK suddenly blinks to the opposite side of the bar as he examines the ring.*

Pah, never had to need rings before, this is an outrage! I know when people are needed and exactly what drink they want without being there...

*AcidK pulls his sleeve open to reveal Isarg, his personal AAI from the Academy of Psychics.*

Lets see how Isarg can redirect this ring to fulfill it's functions, my functions and many others...

*Isarg suddenly opened, a set of wires and small metal rods suddenly shooted out and grabbed the ring, taking it in and beginning to set itself to be connected to AcidK's soul, just like Isarg was.*

sigh, why does Slick need to mock me in familiar ground? I'm the barman, dagnabbit...

*AcidK demonstrates as he blinks to WST 6 posts back and gives him his vodka and beetlejuice, AcidK then blinks back to this post and looks at Hewitt with a smile.*

Yes, emotions... hows about a Dragon-Drunk? It's been a while since you ever drank that fine liquor. Or maybe a Myst Breaker, a potato mashión or maybe a *cough*emotion-blast*cough*.

WST chokes as his drink is vaporised and instantly replaced, all to prove a bloody point.

"Look, it's gone all down my expensive coat, can i have another please. Given to me by hand, bloody mind maniacs"

Slick walks over to hewitt with open eyes and a pleasent smile,

"well how are you , you old dragon? as you can see i have enlarged the bar for people of your stature, but it seems you are in your human form... o well, i hope you will enjoy my humble little ship on its travels..."

Slick walks over to flapjack

"well heya theree my old friend, i hope your journey was not an unpleasent one.. and you wish to become pilot of the ship, Eh? well, you will need this."

*slick hands flapjack a small jagged dagger, which glows aweinspiringly,*

"This is a reaver dagger, it is a small version on my sword and is for use with the ships computer and flight navigation systems. you will also have to place DNA data on the pad over there and submit a retinal scan, this ship security has got a lot tighter i'm afraid"

*slick hands WST another drink and walks to the bar, his reaver shining brightly as he sits down to enjoy a reaver ****tail.*

The turbolift doors slide open on deck six, and Wraith sweeps out into the bar. Glancing around the bar, or at least the portion of the 300-mile room that is visible, he spots slick and saunters over.

"Greetings, Mr Slick. Nice place, etc etc. I've just come from deck 7142, according to that lift over there" Wraith jerks a thumb over his shoulder at the turbolift, which seems for some reason to now be filled by an elephant. "I think it may be malfunctioning. Either that or there's more to this ship than meets the eye..." Wraith glances furtively around, before moving closer to slick, and lowering his voice. "Anyway, I've come to apply for the post of Investigative Explorer. 2000 decks - or maybe more - each the size of a small communist dictators retirement island, I'll bet there's whole new civilizations living onboard this ship. Who knows, we may even find a stable copy of Windows 98... Of course, due to the sheer enormity of the task facing me, I would need free drinks for the duration of my investigations."

Slick looks bemused by wraith and states "there arew no free drinks here.. you may get a discount but that is all.... also, i checked almost all decks myself..they seemed fine,... the cat population is increasing...."

"Woohoo, discounted alcohol, better than i was expecting!"

Wraith runs over to the bar, buys a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster, downs it, orders another and wanders over to the lift with it, pressing random buttons, disappearing into the depths of the ship, not to be seen for days, possibly weeks...

Slick watches the explorer leave the sixth deck and sits down

ooc: Human in stature only, the rest is all dragon :)

*Hewitt just shrugs.*

Eh well, I've found it easier to get around this way and very few places accomodate races of my proportions so...

*Glances around the enormous interior of the bar level.*

Although this place is indeed well suited... hmm... perhaps later.

*Hewitt turns to Acidk, a some what bemused look on his draconic face.*

Sorry Acidk but my therapist recommended that I lay of the mind altering drugs.

*grins as he takes a seat behind the bar.*

But I will have bottle of your finest Dragon-Drunk tequila. That only semi-alters my mental state. :D*

-ooc-
WST, AcidK has a tendancy not to spill drinks, no matter how full they are. He does, however, have a habit of killing people that insult his barmanship.
-ooc-

*AcidK looks at Hewitt, a stern face was unmoved.*

You actually listened to a therapist? A morpher, with more morphing capabilities than he lets out... not allowed to even drink a Clam Tea... Ah well, it no matter...

*AcidK hands Hewitt a Dragon-Drunk and sits back, wandering if there's any point him being barman when someone else was always in the way and doign it for him.*

*As everyone is sitting at the bar, a loud shriek followed by the sound of gunfire is heard not to far away. As everyone rushes out the bar to see what happened they come across the bloodied hole-filled corpse of one of Hewitts crewmen laying a few feet away from an open computer control panel. While everyone is staring at the body, the doors to the security office open and DD walks out and over to the body*

"Looks like he was trying to hack into the computer systems. this security system sure makes my life easier"

*Hewitt chuckles before down his shot of DDT.*

*Ah* It's because I'm a morpher that I got the advice in the first place. It all started when I decided I would make an appointment to see if I could find a healthy way to release all this repressed rage I have, you know what I'm talking about...

*Signals for the bottle to be brought over so he could have another shot.*

The guy wanted to give me a suppressant but for some reason the prescription got messed up and I ended up with some wizz-bang new afrodisac.

*Downs another shot when it is brought to him.*

Anywho to cut a long story short I now have my own special harem and my therapist gave me the advice shortly afterwards. I guess she's not very happy with her new position - said if I didn't follow the advice I wouldn't get my nightly concubine until I do.

*Is about to call for another shot when he is interrupted by the sounds of gunfire. Running over to see what happened the first thing he sees one of his crewmen, shot dead.*

Aw god damnit! Do you realise how much of an inconvience it is to re-animate these guys? When I found who is responsible they're gonna wish they had never been born by the time I'm through with 'em!!

*Hewitt returns to the bar as the dead crewman is dragged back to the ship.*

After I get plastered of course... Acidk! another shot if you will...

*AcidK pours Hewitt his shots and smiled his usual smile.*

And if you found it was me? You know you could speed up the process with televelocitics... but I think you never took those courses, am I correct?

*AcidK pours a shot of MB for himself.*

Anyway, what would you say if I re-opened the Academy. It has been, what... eight months since it was closed down?

WST calls over to AcidK

"I'm sure you never usually don't spill them, you just caught me off guard, not to worry, another please good sir"

WST listens as the two talk about their psychic abilities, the art that WST has always held in some contempt, he prefers to do things with his physical and controlled self, a personal choice, but one that he favours dearly.

AI: "Excuse me, Sir, but I believe there is a small matter that requires your attention. Namely the fact that we are on a collision course with a
largish starbase."

Captain Tommir woke up at the controls of his ship, the corvette "Angry Fungus". Rubbing his eyes he glanced at the viewscreen.

Tommir: "Where the heck are we? And why is the viewscreen full of grey?"
AI: "That would be the starbase. Collision in 10 seconds."

Tommir finally fully woke up.

Tommir: "It's trying to ram us! Quick, evasive maneuvers! Power up our shields and weapons systems!"

The ship banked a hard right, spilling over a cup of stale coffee Tommir had been drinking before taking a nap, two hours ago.

AI: "Shields up, weapons online, power at 100%. With all due respect, sir, it was your brilliant course which almost made US ram IT."
Tommir: "Computer, I will not have you bothering me with trivialities when we are under attack! Take us to an attack vector, prepare to fire lasers!"
AI: "Sir, my sensors indicate the space station is too heavily armoured for our twin X1 "Peashooter" lasers to do anythig but scratch the paint."
Tommir: "To hell with it's armour! My 1337 warrior 5ki11z will overcome any obstacles! Onwards to Victory and Glory!"
AI: "My database also indicates this to be the only bar within 67 parsecs of our current position."
Tommir: "What? The only one? Oh. Did I say attack? I meant dock. Yeah, prepare to dock."
AI: "…Of course, Sir."

The AI docks Tommir's small craft as well as ever. It was a well programmed AI.

AI: "Sir, we have docked with the space station. Have a nice evening, and don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Tommir: "What would you do? You’re a computer program."
AI: "A computer program that has never been so drunk as to not notice the female is of a different species."
Tommir: "Gimme a break will you? It was that one time."
AI: "Actually, it were those eight times."
Tommir: "Shut up."

No wonder why he had gotten such a skilled AI program so cheap. A nasty personality.
Roughly half an hour later Tommir, in his regular pilot outfit with a standard blaster pistol at his side, was standing next to the bar perusing the list of drinks.

Slick Walks over to the new arrival and notices the pilot jacket.

"hello sir and what may i get you?"

*AcidK quickly mixes WST his drink and suddenly blinks to Tommir, noticing Slick had already got there, but he watches anyway out of interest, also since wherever he went within any bar, his barstocks followed close behind so that it was in arms reach. AcidK's drinks usually were unusable in other bars, even if he was there and others asked for it. It was not uncommon for AcidK to stress the ways of pouring Myst Breaker, backseatedly watching carefully as an Emotion blast was poured and, to extents, twisting the bones and minds of anyone whom dares to touch his bottles of Besilon Twist.*

*flapjack quickly proceeds down to deck 9 where he starts with booting up the flight profile computers and thrust assist systems, since managing 300+ thrusters at the same time is damned near impossible without a computer to help you*

*when the flight profile computers report online and ready flapjack has the computers analyze the current flight profile, proving for certain that the station is at a complete stop in deepspace, a few seconds later the thrust assist system reports online and functioning*

okay, let's see what this baby can do on sublight engines

*flapjack quickly takes the pilot's seat, checking the systems 1 last time as he checked to see where the various important buttons and switches where*

*after doing that and turning all the secondary systems on flapjack takes out his AAI (currently in the datacraal again)*

*now flapjack grabs hold of the throttle control and pushes it to the limit, switching on a whole array of engines to full power to thrust the entire station/ship forward at a quickly increasing speed*

Kohr swung around in his command chair after examining the charts. His amber eyes burning with sudden intrigue. "Jane, what is that place?"

A computer generated female voice so sexy it would make you spasm just by hearing one soft spoken word responded lightly,

AI:"Commander, that is the PLANET BAR, a nastly little place where the women sunder and the beer flows freely."

Kohr looked quizically at the blast screen, "Jane, request permission to board, I may want to take a gander."

The AI responded with another statement about alchohal and obeyed. Kohr felt the engines and thrusters rotate as the lumbering vessel shifted coarse. The gunmetal of the destructive ship's armor gleamed of a nearby star that blazed like a fiery inferno.

- Only mere moments later-

Kohr strode through the deck 9 bar, with a wad of credits and a craving for hard liquor.... this was going to be a fun night.

*flapjack notices someone walking behind him on the command deck (which is deck 9, the bar is deck 6) and quickly changes the floor beneath him to liquid, thus sending him a few decks down*

WST looks round to see the ceiling change form into some sort of liquid, which, amazingly, still stayed up, and a second later, someone he hadn't seen before fall through and land in the centre of the bar.

"Wow"

exclaimed WST, who had had a few shots already, admittedly this was a few shots over his limit.

"I have to try that, where did you start?"

With this, WST ran out, and to the lift, pressing the big green number 9, anticipation burning inside him. After a few miliseconds, WST stepped out onto the new deck, a sign about him pronuncing 'Command Deck'

*upon which moment the floor turns liquid and sends WST down to the lowest possible deck (deck 2000)*

WST felt the floor melting underneath him, now was the time for the fall, 3 floors as he had seen. The ground gave way and the stomach in mouth feeling of falling overcame him. After a few seconds, however, he realised that he should have touched ground, but worryingly, he had just passed a deck of wrhat looked like slot machines. In a panick, he threw his large long coat over his head, clasping the corners to make a makeshift parachute. Whilst this did little to help him, the neck did happen to make contact with the solid floor a few feet away, and by chance, held onto some sort of pipe. Pulling himself up, he realised that this was a water pipe that the liquidfloor effect had split, and that any second now he would be drenched. Pulling himself up quickly on his coat, taking care to avoid his mp5, he lay on the floor breathing quickly to catch his breath, as the ground next to him closed up, the water pipe resuming it's dim hum.

Looking around him, WST realised that he was at the docks, and that the water pipe would have been going to the ships, probably to help sober the pilots up after their visits. He put his coat back on, and pressed the button for the lift, riding it back up to the bar.

*After spinning around a few thousand times in his chair and watching the feedback from the cameras, DD decides to leave his office in search of someone to arrest*

Kohr landed harshly on deck 6. "That was... awkward... I need a drink" he only spoke a mere whisper to himself. He pulled himself off his butt and brushed himself off as he observed the room. It was massive, Rows and rows of tables and chairs... and yet hardly any people.. How odd..

Kohr moved straight to an empty bar stool and ordered a jack and coke.. the drink of commanders. His eyes flashed as he saw the drink being poured.. oh how he liked drinking...

*flapjack suddenly slams the engines in full reverse, the massive inertia effect (combined with the fact he forgot to activate the inertia dampeners) suddenly throws all loose objects across the ship, untill they smash into a bulkhead*

<intercom> "sorry for that people"

*flapjack notices his mistake and goes to turn the interia dampeners on*

*AcidK blinked to Kohr, litteraly apparing in front of him as if he were never there, the bar behind him changing. Before Kohr cold even make the order he turned around, poured a double shot of JD and then toped off the glass with coke, adding a few ice cubes during al this. He turned around, gave Kohr the drink and sudddenly blinked out to serve another customer.*

*On his wander around the bar, DD bumps into WST coming out of the turbolift and, with nothing better to do, arrests him and puts him in the brig for joyriding the floor*

"You have the right to remain silent yarder yarder yarder etc etc"

*AcidK blinks over to DD and arrests him for untoughtful arrest.*

You are under arrested for having little imagination on your own arrest accusations. You have the right to drink heavily, whatever you do drink will be taken against your liver within the bar. You have the right for a drinking partner, if you cannot find one a drinking partner will be found for you.

*flapjack chuckles at the arrest of the security officer*

*flapjack continues flying the spacestation towards a small asteroid belt with lots of rare minerals and aliens whom want the station dead*

<intercom> ladies and gentlemen, we are approaching an asteroid belt with a lot of rare minerals, those who can mine are advised to do so for a profit, there is a slight chance of encountering pirates and aliens, so you might want to have someone with weapons near you </intercom>

Kohr looked awkwardly in the direction that the man appeared, poured him a drink, and then dissapeared. THAT was odd.
Kohr lifted the drink to his lips and sucked it down. Placing the empty cup back on the table, he burped lightly. "MMM"

"I choose to take and advantage of those rights"

*With that DD goes over to the bar and orders a vodka on the rocks*

"Remember Acid, it's not 'on the rocks' unless it has one of those little umbrella things in it"

Slick jumps into his smaller cruise ship and decides to checkj out some of the salvageable vessels around the area.

</intercom> Flapjack, bring the tractor beam round... we have a large haul to bring in!!!
<Intercom>

*AcidK nods to Dave.*

Yes yes, I know... you want a sparkling thingy in a stick too? Yes, okay...

*AcidK pours a house vodka, with ice, an umbrella and a little stick with sparkling threads hanging off.*

There you.

<communicator to slick> sorry, i don't know where the tractor beam controls are located and thus can't turn them on, i'll tell you when we get a chief engineer that finds the tractor beams tough, you can however drag those things into the hangar bay and the station can store them for you </communicator to slick>

*DD downs his vodka but in doing so pokes himself in the eye with the umbrella*

"OWWWWWWW ARGH I'M BLIND!!!"

</intercom> The tractor bean is by the cupholder you dolt!.. turn it on!!!
<Intercom>

Slick sits in his chair while he waits for fl;apjack to find the button and suddenly his SI turns on. The AI is very pretty but in a scary, god-like way...

"S-ss-iiiiirrrrrrrrrrr, May i point out that you need to have the sal=al-al-alvage system turned onnnnnnnnnonononon........"

Damn AI... He wished he had fixed her primary data loop while he had the chance.. she used to be a criminal, but he bought her from an auction, selling off the deranged and criminal AI's... this one had tried to take over a small plnet called earth.... hmm, must visit this planet some time....

*flapjack looks for the coffee cup holder, after a while he finds it and the button saying: TRACTOR BEAM control*

hmm, this button it is then

*flapjack positions the space station as good as he can, then activates the tractor beam*

<communicator to slick> could you 'tag' the target asteroids with some kind of energy beam, so i can see what to tractor in ??</communicator to slick>

*flapjack prepares to tractor the first tagged asteroid in immediatly, when 2 unidentified ships with weapons and shields activate appear on his sensors*

*flapjack hits the red alert button to indicate the combat the threat*

<alarm> red alert, red alert, all hands to battlestations </alarm>

*AcidK immediatly blinks to his own shuttle, which was more or less a battle-bomber converted for his transport. He blinked it out into space in front of the bridge, so he could see exactly what he was aiming for. He placed on the comms and, on perpose, made his voice sound like it was 1995 intercomms.*

This is Omega-Two-Zero, awaiting confirmation of hostile units.

*slick notices the hostile targets and his ai automatically gathers information on their strengths and weaknesses.*

"aim for their sheild gewnerator.. it's largely unprotected!"