You forgot to call Trent an 'ass-shakin pansy boy.'

Sounds like an interesting read, though. I look forward to the next installment.

Heheh, Trent Bashes galore will be coming up m8, just wait

bIleSmeh DaH DuDorjaj yo' qij Dujmey!

Curious intro, Id like to see more...

By the way Neuro, lay off Trent. Have you ever looked at Master Chief?

Bobby Knight + green paint: "HULK MAD!"

I'll be updateing with very short "Between Customers" chats. who knows how far apart, but I think this may be a good one.

bIleSmeh DaH DuDorjaj yo' qij Dujmey!

You want the long version or the short version? Long it is.
I started out as a simple behind the counter “Ya want coffee in that Frappachino” barista. drunk coffee since I was ten. Le’me tell you, they grow the best beans in the sector over on Baden-Baden. They’re great. Try my Kaluah, Coffee, Chocolate, and synthahol, Great stuff, 5 creds a glass. Anyway, I was about seventeen and ready for a change, so away I ran, Jumped ship aboard a freighter headed to Sigma 17. Of course, I had the best cabin in the ship, a hide-away between a crate of apples and a box of warm weather clothing. Anyway, I had a few weeks of rest and relaxation, jumping at the slightest noise, diveing into my hole whenever someone walked by, stuff like that. Two weeks into the journey I was caught trying to sneak a coffee in the lounge during the middle of the night. The Captain was an easygoing fellow, and changed his decision to space me when I told him about my skill as a cook and he took me on. Hang on, ‘nother customer. Be back in a few.

lol, this is great!

cant wait for more...

007

"When life gives you lemeons, find someone with some vodka and have a party!"

@ Steel_Fang:

Good point.

Trent's still an ass-shakin' pansy boy, though.

Here's the difference between Master Chief and Trent. Trent is a pansy, Master Chief is cool.

Anyway, very good Chupa. Keep it up. This is an intresting take on a story, I don't recall seeing one written quite like this.

EDIT: Shouldn't there be an apostrophe in your title? Is it supposed to be The Pharaoh's Lounge?



w00t! All your oil are belong to U.S.

Edited by - Killa on 3/7/2006 5:24:09 AM

So Anyway, it after I got to Freeport 9, I headed off, no richer, just in a different spot. I spent some time cleaning asteroid debris off ships, until I worked up enough money to buy a battered old patriot, more fit for a scrap yard then for open space, but I patched it up some, bought myself a nicer shield, and went cruising out to the local asteroid field. 8 hours a day I would be either shooting rocks or transporting ‘em. One day though, A couple ships showed up at my usual spot. I’d seen fancy ships like that before. Titans. They shouted out my call sign over the radio
“Barista 20-12, this is the local miners union, do you have a pass to be mining in our field?”
My jig was up, there wasn’t anything to do but run for it, and run I did. Five seconds after I had powered up my cruise engines, they were killed with a grinding crunch, so I jammed the thruster button and cleared out as fast as I possibly could. By weaving in and out of the asteroids, I was able to keep them out of weapons range. My thrusters couldn’t keep the strain up forever though, and they coughed, sputtered, and died. Let me tell you, I thought I was a goner, until out in the distance, I saw what looked like a jump hole. I’d always heard “Never use Jump Holes” that they’re dangerous, but it was an emergency, and I was willing to do anything to escape. As I left the system, I heard my pursuer laugh. “Quite a pilot my young trespasser. Go to Dublin. You might make more money racing than stealing.” And I was gone.