Celtic Corner - Have a drink, or a snack!

[dicen]

hello im a new cadet but my friend trian told me about you cook i was wondering if i could join in this conversation

[Balkazar]

"Heh, then you wouldnt be here.  But still Rajnus isnt the type of person you should be sacastic around.  Hes a Captain whos got stress all the time just like me.  But each person handles it differently.  If you feel like your being treated unfairly you need to find a better way to express that instead of questioning your superiors.  That usually is the wrong way to handle things.  I think what you should try to do is show initiative.  She Rajnus that you can take a beating because perhaps thats what hes trying to do.  Hes probly trying to test you mentally as well as physically.  Show him you can take the beating and perhaps he will treat you with a lil more respect.  Ever think of that?"

[Clyde Eastwood]

"sir when you are as lucky as i was to get back alive i think i deserve a drink or two dont you think, and no sir i wont get drunk like last time"

[Alex Takio]

wonders when he's going to get his order.

*as he waits he looks round the place*

[Hal 2000]

"Hello." Hal spoke, still sitting at the bar, pocketing the gun.  His voice was ancient and metallic, as if he were made in the 20th century.

"Don't see much around here these days." he said, his voice ringing softly.  "Been quiet, peaceful, even.  Too peaceful.  It would be so much fun to have some action here." he added.  "But my idea of fun is something that doesn't always come without a price.  War isn't fun, but a bar-room brawl or a gunfight is always good." Hal said, before realizing he was rambling.

[Julia Rellek]

**Julia stepped into the Corner and realized that she had beaten Will there so she grabs a small table in the corner so they will have a little privacy.**

[Jarron]

"Well, she had some family problems and therefor returned to her homeplanet. I am now currently running this place on my own. But you are going to be under the command of Captain Skon. I've heared alot about him, he seems to be an extrodinary Vulcan http://expansionfleet.sparks.priorweb.be/ikonboard/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'>"

[Ayala Mirez]

*laughs boh cynically and innocently*

"Sleeping? In the chair? Of course not!" *grins* "and what exactly were you dreaming of mister Jarron?"

[Joe Braxton]

*Cadet Braxton entered the celtic corner. He looked around, as he didn't know who ensign Kassie was. Luckily it wasn't busy, so when he saw the only woman in the place, he figured it had to be Kassie. He walked towards her and introduced himself.*

"Good afternoon, Ma'am. I assume you are ensign Kassie, am I right? My name is Joe Braxton, JAG and Engineering cadet."

*He offered her his hand*

[James Madison]

Madison walked into the Celtic Corner, he took a seat by Ensign Hobson and ordered a Klingon drink he couldn't pronounce. He glanced at the other officers and nodded to them slightly. Taking a sip of his drink.

[Balkazar]

<Shakes head>

"Thats no excuse.  I need to know that your not going to be drunk if Starfleet needs us for something or perhaps if we get a distress call or something I dont need you flat on your back, damn it.  Lay off the damn booze!"

[William Wallace]

Turning to the young Ensign Voyager, welcome young Sir. What the Colonel says is very true he said that some people wash out well that is why we have such a long academy time. Enjoy yourself onboard. But remember the revision of history is best left to historians. We will be looked upon int time as either victorious hero's or villianous cowards lets us drink My friends in the time honored ways of the Klingon to being The Victorious hero, Dead or alive.

[Apodae Swift]

"That's all I ask ma'am. Thank you." Swift said and walked back over to the rest of the crew. He hoped he would get the position but he had a feeling that he wouldn't, if it was another ship he might have had a chance. But asking to give the tactical position to a Lieutenant JG on a defiant ship, the main duty of which being tactically based, would be a big thing. He knew he could do it, it was in his genes, quite literally, but she didn't know that.

[Hal 2000]

Heavy metallic footsteps crashed through the hallway before a gleaming robot arrived in the bar.  Hal 2000, version 2.2, had arrived inside Celtic Corner, his favorite place to relax and learn, watching the actions of humans and hearing gossip from the stations.  He had dirt in one of his servos and had taken off his left hand to try to fix it.  rather difficult to hold and fix a hand like that.  He re-connected all the wires, placed his hand back on the metal shaft, and twisted it, locking it on.  He carefully let his hand power up, smiling a computerized grin as he let gravity drop it on the table and dirt fall out.  Hal looked around, his backpack fused to his back permanently, for it held his auxillary power supply and his thrust engines.  He could fly a short distance, or use it to jump bigger gaps.

Hal made his way up to the bar and sat down on one of the stools, motors and servos growling.  He looked at the wall, cameras focusing on random items.  His sensitive microphones alerted him to someone nearby, and he whipped around, all 300 pounds of metal and servos and gears and batteries.  Hal was not light at all, for his builder had made him for combat, not to blend in.  A hard-disk drive spooled up and he looked as if focusing on something outside of this room, as he read the data coming up.

At that moment, Hal opened a pod on his leg and grasped a small laser-pistol: remnants of his old webcam laser, mounted in a gun-form so that he could use it still.

[Will Karelia]

Will downed the last of his guinness. "Well, in that case, let's go," he said, and holding the door, left with Julia for the holosuites.

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