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Post by miokalia on Mar 7, 2011 22:14:12 GMT -5
A loud "Rrrrrwoooowwwwllll!" erupted over the crowd of now 40-50 Reshans as the Apples came out. And then all fluffy, feline hell broke loose. The glitter box was torn asunder and glitter poofed out in every direction. A nearly naked wolf with a boombox trying to pass by got knocked over by the commotion, and the boombox kicked on, blaring some kind of weird speedy rave music. Glitter seemed to be raining down all over the bazaar, as the Reshans all lunged for the apples. To an outside observer: the riot was indistinguishable from a party.
The crowd of biozoids got bigger, and soon they started getting in closer to the Reshans. Some of them even started dancing a little.
Even the hedonists on Clade 34 took notice, and began to murmur amongst themselves about what looked like an impromptu festival taking place at the bazaar.
Soon there were wolves dancing around the bazaar with baggy clothes, finger cymbals and ribbons.
One of them wrapped a ribbon around R'ka, who was still in shock at what had just happened.
Some Reshans, now crawling all over eachother and other revelers then knocked over one of the boxes that was bouncing around before. The crate smashed against the ground, and out popped some kind of strange metal thing.
It took off running, searching out the nearest, easiest to combust substance, and it found it at a bar.
The barkeep was somewhat distracted by the sudden party that appeared to have broken-out, indeed thinking this might be his lucky day once the revelers became thirsty... But his luck changed as the robotic quadruped came steaming straight towards him. He ducked in just the nick of time. And looked back long enough to see the thing eat a whole barstool whole, chomping it down like a wood chipper, before he took off running, screaming. The ayghu revwhi determined the availible energy in the alcohol that had spilled all over was greater than the barkeep, so it let him escape without so much as a glance.
After about 5 minutes of lapping up vodka and rum, a passing Gomi drone picked the ayghu revwhi up, holding it out like a puppy as it belched fire and brandished it's spinning mandibles.
"It's SOOOO CUUUUTE!", the locomotive dragon exclaimed while puffing a bit at it. The Ayghu stopped for a moment, it's tiny electromechanical computer trying to figure out what just happened. Then it's head tilted a bit to the side with a staccato movement as it decided that this other metal beast must be it's Mover The Gomi drone hugged it and said, "Now where did you get loose from?"
The thing, as simple as the system may have been in it, was quite content in the arms of the Gomi drone.
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"I suppose your ship passes inspection", Dollo said, "Now I do want to take a look at the bazaar you've set up just to make sure everything is well, Junker."
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 7, 2011 22:40:34 GMT -5
"And none of that would be of any interest to my crew or me for that matter. Although..." Klara looked up and down Tycho before getting an evil grin, "I can think of something else we could do."
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Post by miokalia on Mar 7, 2011 22:47:16 GMT -5
Tycho squawked a bit once realizing what Klara was insinuating.
"Yes", he said, "Yes... uh... yes indeed.
Let's go find an appropriate... venue."
And then the two of them went to a private room which consisted of a gigantic circular bed and over 75 pillows, in one of the stations themed hotels.
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 7, 2011 23:03:12 GMT -5
"S'all good Mister Dollo, same way out as in, less complicated that way."
He patted the shield wall affectionately before turning to lead them back through the mostly safe and yet still treacherous path to the airlock, and was halfway back before the earbud in his ear began to squawk at him.
"What is it now..."
He tapped it, jerking it out of his ear at hearing the commotion. He could barely make out a security man's pleading voice over the sound of music, and over the music was the loud, high-pitched whistling of what could only be R'ka, having the time of his life.
Well then.
Seems like he's missing something important.
"Well, it seems like my boys found one of the entertainment sections of your station. I'm gonna hafta check that out later methinks..."
He whistled at a passing Wraithborn, his voicebox and mouth uttering a series of rapid-fire clicks, whistles, clucks, popping sounds, and hisses that it may as well have sounded like a teakettle with boiling water in it crashing through a clockmaker's shop after the clockmaker's pet parrot escaped into the lobby.
The language of the wraithwolves was not very well known. Most learn other languages, far better ones at expressing complex thoughts and abstract concepts.
The Junkers of the belt, though...
There was a different dialect for every ship, learned by the Junka-Centurions to communicate readily with their younger crewmembers. It was also extremely hard to decipher, sounding very much like the sounds an energetic bird would make during mating season.
To the ear of the wraithwolves serving on the ship, however, this is what it sounded like.
"Hey! Party on the station, get the hooch and all the guys not keeping watch!"
Jax could barely keep his grin contained, but he managed it the whole way back to the station.
All the way back, a steadily growing line of wraithborn was collecting, carrying barrels, kegs, drums, and bottles with them.
"Don' worry bout them, told 'em to fetch some o' the good stuff the Ryvuuli think they been hidin' from me. They make it usin' parts of the engines and generators yasee. No rads in 'em, but prolly better used as fuel than for consumption. We're gonna trade it off to spite the uppity bastards for not tellin' us to turn this way sooner."
When they finally came across the bazaar, the utter chaos of what was happening delighted a dark part of Jax's soul. The Havenite officer rushed to him, giving him a megaphone which he had ineffectively been attempting to make the crowd disperse with.
Jax stepped onto two large kegs that the wraithborn had set down, and turned on one of the side buttons, causing the megaphone to make a loud, high-pitched, and extremely annoying keening noise.
He kept the button depressed until the crowd finally stopped booing at him for disrupting them, and he spoke very solemnly and softly into it.
"It has come to my attention that you lot, haf seen fit to turn my boys' shop here, into a dance floor. This is highly inappropriate and not followin' the propa' rules."
He could almost feel the near-approval coming from Officer Dollo.
He quickly changed that to utter and complete hatred with his next few sentences.
"First of which bein, THERE AIN'T NO BOOZE!"
He jumped, his feet kicking the taps of the two kegs off, sending two large sprays of ship-made moonshine into the air and onto the dancers as some started to cheer along with the wraiths, who had begun passing out drinks.
"IT'S ON THE HOUSE!"
He looked back at the Nachtan, into the burning red eyes.
And he grinned.
He grinned like an utter bastard before running, getting lost in the crowd, laughing as the music was turned up.
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Post by miokalia on Mar 7, 2011 23:30:22 GMT -5
Dollo became noticibly more jagged.. He couldn't figure out if this was planned or if it was just his terrible luck.
There were too many of them.
He looked at Horganthaler, whose mouth was just hanging open. Although it didn't seem to be in dismay.
"Horganthaler...", he said, "I need to contact the station's captain at once. We have to break this thing up.
I need you to remove the refreshments from the premesis and send those barrels out an airlock!"
Horganthaler then looked at Dollo and, to the best of his skeletal-like anatomy's ability, tried to make a puppy-dog face.
He said, "But... I've never... seen a party before.... Not since Earth.
Nobody was ever happy enough to have a reason to celebrate anything.
It certainly doesn't seem to be a bad thing, sir."
Dollo snapped back at him, "No. This is against the rules. We can't have people just having an impromptu orgy in the promenade! If we don't lay down the rules here and now, then the station will descend into chaos!"
Horganthaler vibrated in frustration, then wringed his claws and said, "Cheif! I am refusing to comply with your orders on grounds that they are not within the best interest of the people on this station!"
"Constable Horganthaler!", the pointy cloudwolf shouted in response. But the Biozoid continued,
"I have seen too many of my own comrades and people become hopelessly lost and try to end themselves by throwing themselves into trash-processors, stabbing themselves in the core or flying a capsule into Jupiter to get crushed in the ocean. We need things like this! Just look at them! Most of the biozoids haven't actually felt much of anything besides unending drear since we left Earth. And now they're having fun?"
Horganthaler pointed to a group of dancers, consisting of a fox making out with a biozoid and a wolf bumping-and-grinding against the (hillariously confused) Havenite.
"You're the one that's out of line, Dollo. I think you've forgotten what it is we're supposed to protect.", Horganthaler finished.
Dollo was still fairly angry at him, but he also was quite aware of the 18% suicide rate of the Biozoids. His own recollection of seeing them leap into garbage processors and get ground to pieces was enough to keep him from tearing Horganthaler's head off.
He glared at him for a second, then wafted away. Leaving Horganthaler with the party unfolding in front of him.
After a minute or so, there was some knocking near the Poot's Coffee and Tea storefront nearby and then suddenly one of the partition walls defining the store fell over as some rotund, red-liquid-filled, pitcher-shaped creature walked through the drywall and announced, "OH YEAH!.
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On one of the walls in the hotel suite that Klara and Tycho were in, a video feed from Ops appeared (with almost no announcement).
"Captain Tycho!", Itka boomed, "Chief of Security Dollo has reported a situation on the Promenade at Sarcomere G! ..." She then realized, a bit too late that he was "indisposed".
Tycho shrieked at the screen, "KNOCK FIRST! GO AWAY!" And Itka closed the connection.
"Where were we?", Tycho said as Klara forcefully pulled him back into the pillow fort they had made.
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 7, 2011 23:46:54 GMT -5
"WHOOO! PARTY!" Yelled an Anean officer - the ship's first officer - as they headed off the ship. Considering the captain is still alive, they assumed that everything was all good. Then they followed the commotion.
Thanks to the added strength as a Dweller Hybrid, he was carrying 4 kegs of alcohol. Most likely Talonian Liquor and probably something from Haroma.
Behind him were at least another one to two hundred ASF soldiers. Not quite the whole crew of the ship... yet. Though chances are an extra 6,000 people would take up far too much room.
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Post by miokalia on Mar 8, 2011 0:01:56 GMT -5
A handful of DJs had received word of the Glitter Revolution Party MAX X-treme occuring at the Promenade at Sarcomere G, and soon had established a booth off to the side, just in time as the batteries were starting to go on the boom box. The revelers didn't seem to notice the transition as they picked up right where the boombox had tapered-off.
A Biozoid covered in Reshan fur and glitter (much like everyone else) then picked up the boombox and shouted, "Give it up for the boombox!". The DJs, who were a couple of Malych then pointed at the boombox and scratched the turntable a few times in approval. Soon the boombox was being crowd-surfed around, along with a confused but very very very happy Reshan and the completely bewildered Havenite.
The Aneans were greeted with glowstick necklaces, huge cups of booze and glittery Reshan hugs as they filtered into the crowd.
The Kool-Aid man allowed some excited Biozoids to climb on his face and drink from the red fluid inside his pitcher, which previously, he had invited one of the Dwellers to dump some of the Liquor into.
With about 8 Biozoids on him, happily lapping up the liquid, Kool-Aid man proclaimed, "OH YEAH!"
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 8, 2011 23:28:59 GMT -5
"Engkori, where are you you little abomination..."
R'cksi was very worried. In all of the commotion, one of the Treegliders got out. This was very bad. If it got enough combustibles, it could attempt to break in to its Mover, and then the station would be under attack as the Ayghu Revwhi begin to disassemble everything they see. He had a group of Havenites move all of the containers away from the riot that had formed in the promenade, and they were now under guard to prevent tampering, but one had gotten out and was probably causing untold damage to property and people.
Thankfully, he had put small tracking devices in them, in case something like this happened, but trying to hone in on the frequency with all the interference was sending him in circles and to dead ends. And now it was leading him to a....bar?
A bar where he saw something that frightened him down to his very bones.
"E-e-e-excuse me, but you'll have to pay for that."
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R'ka recovered fairly quickly, joining in the dancing as the poor Havenite being body-surfed went into shock, his body going limp. It was perhaps a small miracle that the Reshans and Revwhonn weren't running off with the merchandise, but that could have been because not all of it was unpacked, with the shinier objects still left inside their boxes, shining to no one in the darkness.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
Jax, having lost Dollo in the crowd, was now sitting in one of the few quiet corners, sipping on his drink, careful not to accidentally smash his flask with his rudimentary cybernetics.
Prolly gonna get thrown out though..oh well.
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Post by The Union of Tinis on Mar 8, 2011 23:31:17 GMT -5
"See that? Now that's a party."
"Yes," replied the beaver.
"Now you have an option. You can either go over there, dance, and feel the pleasure of a real man, woman, or neither, or you can stay here eating your waffle."
The beaver kept poking at the waffle. She poured more artificial syrup on top before digging off another bit.
"Waffle it is then."
"Creation, if you want to go boogie down with that mix of weirdos, feel free, but I'm enjoy myself as is."
Creation shook her head. "I tempt and tempt you, but you never ever change do you?"
Hup Ninety Three shook her head. "Afraid not. You are free to revel in the hedonistic acts of the locals all you like."
Creation sat back. "Now now, we both know I'd out party the lot of them. Besides, I'm here to observe you. To understand you. Not to engage in my own pleasures. I can do that another time. Like when you go to bed early as always."
Hup nodded. "And what are you learning right now by watching me eat waffles?"
"I'm learning that like the other Hup's I've met, you're dull, business one hundred percent, and never wear anything other then that stupid blue dress."
Hup harumped. "If that's you're here to learn, maybe you could go bother someone else then?"
"Because I'm not here to learn about you, I'm here to learn about your work as a trade representative, so I can make your job better. And I think the first thing I'd say that needs to be fixed is that you need to actually make use of your down time sister."
The beaver shook her head. "That's not how I am now. Let me finish my waffles and then we can talk shop. Until then, please be quiet."
Creation grunted.
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Post by miokalia on Mar 9, 2011 11:52:40 GMT -5
"Really", the Gomi drone boomed while nuzzling the treeglider, causing it to snap at her slightly and almost... lick back it seemed, "So this little one was yours and it's for sale?"
"Uh", Rcksi began, in somewhat surreal shock.
"Food Club?!", she shouted and a few seconds later another Gomi drone showed up, this one was carrying a gigantic shopping basket filled with ancient AOL CDs.
"Would you dispense for this... thing... some metallic hydrogen canisters?", she asked.
Food Club looked at Rcksi oddly for a moment and then asked, "Wait, you want me to load them into it? I'm not sure if there's anywhere for them to go..."
"I mean give her some, just hand them to her, you nimnose.", she snapped back then held up the treeglider again and said, "Isn't this thing the cutest?!"
Food Club was not as impressed, "Meh", he said, then stacked 3, 4-liter canisters of metallic hydrogen on the ground. "You should get a hand truck to move those", he said.
Then the two locomotive dragons and their new pet clomped away.
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Mar 9, 2011 13:31:56 GMT -5
HNS Vancouver Admiral Michael Halsey was beginning to panic. His mind ran through several simulations. What to do when boarded by enemies... When a noise from behind him disturbed his thoughts. "Admiral Michael Halsey, You are under arrest" The boatswain, an old 'sea salt' as they were known in the old days, stood at the back of the bridge pointing his rifle directly at the traitorous Admiral. Beside him stood three agents of the Holmbergsvanian Naval Police, their pistols trained on Halsey "Lay your weapon on the floor and lay down on the ground. Now!" Halsey chuckled. "Master Chief Petty Officer Brennan, I assume?" Halsey turned around to face the order entourage. "On the deck now, Halsey! You've done enough today." "Not until those Aneans are dead" "They're going through the ship killing your supporters now, Halsey. You're a traitor and a scoundrel." Halsey raised his pistol up at Brennan, aware that this could kill him. "I'M THE TRAITOR?" His voice rose, seemingly shaking the whole ship. "HUMANITY IS SUFFERING BECAUSE OF OUR LEADER'S TRAITOROUS ACTIONS!" "Halsey-" "HUMANITY. HAS SUFFERED. ENOUGH. THE FURS HAVE TAKEN OUR JOBS, OUR CULTURE, AND OUR NATION!" "Halsey- on the ground NOW!" "I don't think so" Halsey had instantly calmed down, putting his weapon at his waist before quickdrawing, shooting the only lupine member of the Naval Police squad squarely in the chest. Before anyone could react, Anean Marines quickly broke into the bridge...
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Post by The Anean Star Empire on Mar 11, 2011 15:32:27 GMT -5
Luca burst onto the bridge with 10 of her marines close behind. Granted she should have fired at him, she instead ran at him with intent to tackle.
The rest of the marines, for right now, kept their weapons trained on the crew just in case one of them tried to attack.
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Post by Aluez on Mar 12, 2011 1:05:56 GMT -5
The glowfox, one of the most elegant cruise ship this side of the galaxy, pulled into dock just in time for the party, the crew and passengers all pouring off and adding to the insanity that was going on with the bizarre Aatuylvan market place.
“Welcome all to the greatest party of your lifetimes!” shouts Tisra before howling and sliding off some random person’s back, diving right into the dancing as she grinned at the nearest person, the cross fox crew and passengers doing what they damn well did best at: PARTY LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW!
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Post by aatuylva on Mar 20, 2011 21:20:07 GMT -5
Wonderful...now he just had to find who had the material they were here for, before anyone else decided to 'buy' the goods.
He hefted the canisters in his paws a bit, testing their weight. Twas an interesting choice of exchange, but they were in orbit around a gas giant.
R'cksi sighed, looking back at the chaos that was beginning to encompass the promenade. How was he supposed to conduct business like this?
Bah.
He shook out the ruffles in his fur and began looking for someone, anyone in some kind of uniform. Maybe that security officer would be back, and he would know where the person he was supposed to meet was...
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R'ka finally managed to pull himself out of the storefront-turned-dancefloor and onto one of the crates R'cksi had told him never to touch. He briefly wondered if he was going to get in trouble, but didn't think any more of it because this box was empty, so that means it must not have anything breakable in it anymore that he can hurt! Then that means no one is using the box anymore! Free box! His box! His box to use because they left it alone so his his forever!
R'ka was very excited at this prospect, as the box, reinforced with metals to try and keep it's contents inside of it, had quite the sheen on it, and it was doubly good in that he could put more of his 'precious shinies' inside of it. He had trouble wrapping his arms around it, but he eventually managed to hoist it upon his shoulders, where the open end promptly fell over his head, blocking his sight, muffling sounds, and disrupting his sense of smell with an atmosphere of machine oils and metal coming from the inside walls of the box.
This didn't perturb him much, as he was much too excited, running back to where he thought the ship was, he just had to get it to his stash before Junka got back. As such, he didn't notice the glowing fox and the Aluezi before he quite literally ran into them, box still on his head as he fell to the ground, losing his equilibrium and his senses for a moment.
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Jax, on the other hand, wasn't as distracted by things that gleam and glisten...well, that wasn't perhaps the right combination of words. He was very much distracted by money, and the acquisition of it. And heck, if people were going this spastic over some glitter and cheap engine-made firewater, then his ship was just made of money. He could just buy out the collections of the misers back home, and come here, make more money and get more gooids in a single trip than he could with five trips to the colonies when they were close...if he could just find the station commander, he could set up a deal, and secure trade with his ship, and perhaps with one of his friends, and keep those other two blowhards from homing in on this. He figured the bartender would be knowledgeable, it's...just the right line of thinking.
"Soo...tell me...you know who's in charge o' this rig?"
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