Phong's Head Cantina [TM] - Starfury Sector (A Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy) - Page 6

Renegade 13 · #51 October 4th, 2003, 05:55 AM

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Originally posted by General Woundwort:
Hmmm... lots of traffic out there now that the demo's out, but it's gotten quiet in here... Hey RD, think we should extend the traditional "Free Drinks" Grand Opening Offer (we'd put it on Rag's tab, of course... )?

Renegade walks up to the entrance of the Cantina. Spotting the "Free Drinks" Grand Opening Offer billboard, he looks at the small print under the offer. "No responsiblity is assumed for any bodily or psychological damage to anyone, anytime, anywhere within these premisis".

Well, that's just fair.

He then spots the massive holographic projection showing this sign:

"PHONG'S HEAD CANTINA[TM] - STARFURY SECTOR (A WRETCHED HIVE OF SCUM AND VILLAINY: EVERYONE WELCOME"

Assuming this to be true, he slowly enters the Cantina.

Poking his third eye in the door first, he spots a floor spotted with mounds of merangue and other assorted foods.

He then spots yet another sign saying,

"All weapons must be checked at the door."

This is gonna take a while.

After finishing with the weapons check, he walks slowly up to the bartender and shouts out,

"Hey barkeep, can I have a Strangulated Supernova on the rocks. Oh, and by on the rocks I mean with a crushed up pebble or two mixed in."

Eyeing the floor covered in all manner of food and condoments, he thinks to himself,

What have I gotten myself into?

[ October 04, 2003, 14:51: Message edited by: Renegade 13 ]

General Woundwort · #52 October 4th, 2003, 05:42 PM

Woundwort walks out of his office on the third floor and notices the junk on the floor in the main room.

"SANCHO!!!"

The maitre d'roid rushes up. "Yes, sir?"

"What is all that stuff doing on the floor?!?"

"Oh. Uh... Waitaminute, I think I know. Someone must have disengaged the safety protocols on the holoprojector when we were broadcasting the food fight in the Home Cantina."

"Hrmph. Makes sense. Well, get it cleaned up immediately. Oh, and since Deadstar is the only other person here who could have changed the safety protocols, tell him I want to see him... NOW."

"Yessir."

Woundwort, watching the batch of janitorbots cleaning up the merangue, notices the new customer. He quickly takes the turbolift down to the main floor and walks over.

"Welcome to the Phong's Head, Renegade!"

[ October 04, 2003, 16:43: Message edited by: General Woundwort ]

Raging Deadstar · #53 October 5th, 2003, 10:10 AM

*Wanders in after a tough week of work, hoping for an easy shift. RD sits down in his office and knocks on the security system when suddenly a large message pops up on the screen*

"YOU ARE A WANTED MAN!!!!"

*Hearing the boss's footsteps coming closer he begins to devise a cunning plan... After all, RD didn't disable the security protocals!!*

"Hmm what to do

*looks around nervously, eyeing the red hot poker cannon and renegades little stash of weapons that were confiscated* No No no can't do that, he pays my wages!!! Ummm...." *The footsteps get nearer, RD falls in to a natural state, his instinct taking over and quickly sends a message to the teleporter!*

*The Boss walks into the office*

"DEADSTAR!!!!!"

*Gulp, hear it goes*

"Ahh yes the security protocals, i certainly didn't change them. I've had a tough week bargaining with a Toydarian over a falty Engine for my own personal ship!! Dammit i need to extend my contract to use Droideka for personal use! Anyway, i have only two suggestions. *Italian Mafia Music* It could have been the Godfather Growltigger, or as my instinct suggests. It could have been Ragnarok for using his tab for free drinks. I will set the security on high alert for him if he ever turns up, and his punishment is your wish *whispers* though i do suggest i have some "influence" in your decision *evil laugh*"

*Suddenly the teleporter in the corner buzzes into life and Ragnarok is beamed in, complete with the bath tub he was using at them time, many of the regulars look away! Ragnarok doesn't notice he isn't in his bathroom and carries on singing something terrible by the beach boys or something!*

Shall we Interrorgate Boss?

General Woundwort · #54 October 5th, 2003, 11:48 AM

Nice try, RD.

Just reset the protocols and make sure this never happens again.

And for Pete's sake - give Ragarok a bathrobe.

Renegade 13 · #55 October 5th, 2003, 10:38 PM

Hearing a commotion up above him, Renegade looks up to see Deadstar backing slowly into a corner, with an angry looking Woundwort towering over him.

His drink having just arrived, Renegade looks into the fluorescent green and pink mixture.

"Ah, perfect."

General Woundwort · #56 October 6th, 2003, 01:33 AM

Be sure to thank Ragnarok for that drink, Renegade... he's paying for it, after all.

General Woundwort · #57 October 21st, 2003, 04:22 PM

Woundwort reclines in his office chair, the telltale aroma of fine Cuban tobacco wafting through the air. Things have been pretty quiet in the Cantina lately, though a few regulars and background extras still mill about on the main lobby.

Still, the peace and quiet are welcome after the Last merc run. The good ship Red Barchetta is now in the shop, getting an upgrade to Level 16 Tachyon Cannons.

"...and I think I've stockpiled enough to pay off the Boss, too. All in all, the Xiati Empire has been good to me. I must send them a note thanking them for making their ships such easy prey."

"Excuse me, sir, but you may not need to pay off that loan."

Woundwort starts from his reverie, and focuses on his droid flunkey.

"Sancho, have you been guzzling down that heavy-grade droid oil again? Not pay off Growltigger? Do I look suicidal to you?"

"Take a look at this, sir..."

Woundwort snatches the newspaper clipping from Sancho's mechanical hand. The headline grabs his attention like a magnetic clamp...

PHONG'S HEAD CANTINA IN CHAPTER 11
FAMOUS BEIRKELLER CLOSES DOWN
GROWLTIGGER DEPARTS FOR REGIONS UNKNOWN

Woundwort sinks back into his chair, reading the clip in disbelief, the Cuban corona smouldering in the ashtray completely forgotten.

"Does this mean... that you're the Boss now?" Sancho asks.

Woundwort thinks on that question, long and hard. Legend has it that disputes over the ownership of Phong's Head cantinas in the past led to the destruction of entire solar systems. All the legends agree that Growltigger is not a being to be crossed. But... closed down... Growltigger disappears...

"For the moment, Sancho, we act as if nothing has happened. Operations go on as normal. But put me in contact with a good lawyer, and get me all copies of the ownership and mortgage contracts for this place. Soon."

"Yes, sir!"

Sancho clicks his heels and departs. Woundwort restarts his cigar, renders the outer wall transparent, and stares off at the skyline of Starfury, meditating on possible futures, good and bad, over the scent of a good cigar.

[ October 21, 2003, 15:26: Message edited by: General Woundwort ]

Growltigger · #58 October 21st, 2003, 06:14 PM

The door to the cantina opens for a second, the patrons all turn at the bLast of cold air that fills the room.. the door closes, and the patrons turn away at the tall black clad figure standing inside the hallway. Something intrinsic tells them that this is not someone to stare at, especially when they pull out a pump action handheld maser cannon, a large scimitar, and a large tartan sock with a half-brick in it being gently swung in ever decreasing circles...

A low growl sounds through the room and a quiet sibbilant feline voice asks "where is the proprietor of this establishment? tell him his nemesis awaits, tell him that hell hath no fury like a lawyer due his fee"

General Woundwort · #59 October 21st, 2003, 08:24 PM

From one of the side turbolifts, a large forklift droid emerges. The front of it is stacked with numerous crates which, upon examination, are filled with bars of certified gold-pressed latinum.

The unmistakable scent of a cigar wafts down from the third floor balcony, adding to the tense atmosphere. Woundwort is standing there, looking down on the Boss with a calm look on his face.

"The legends prove true - as I anticipated them to do so. The full amount is there, with interest. You may have no doubts on that score.

So, Boss, now that you're here, perhaps you'd care to have a drink?"

[ October 21, 2003, 19:26: Message edited by: General Woundwort ]

Taz-in-Space · #60 October 22nd, 2003, 05:05 AM

A rather large and hairy individual watches (and FILMS) this historic meeting discretely from a nearby shadowy corner. A grin splits the massive face, as he considers what the news services will pay for such a recording! (This grin allows his eight inch fangs to show briefly - which prompts several of nearby patrons to give him a
little extra room, just in case.)

Taz notices several glances from the other customers toward the newly-arrived 'payment'.

Perhaps there might be some action to record as well!
Taz waits...