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*begins flipping through the book and furiously writing down notes*
Hmm.
*taps pencil on chin*
*turns to Jhe*
What do you think about putting honey in it? Would that enhance the flavor some you think?

[BC watches customers flee as explosion sets fire to bar and nearby tables] [Cleans a glass and sighs]

*shouts as about to leave* some enhancement, but id say using a Forrest honey would work best, and fresher the Better would yeild the best brew.

Ask the master brewer down the hall, Igor should be able to get you some good honey.

*eyes glows and unatural blizzard wind puts out fire*
Sorry, *throws a gold bar to bc* that should cover any damages.

*jogs off to the Chimera*
Anyone want a ride back?

*waves*
I'm good thanks and tell Igor I sent you, get ya what you need.

*sings a traditional ferasian drinking song as walking back*

*drives off to the Fenrisian Hall and begins talking to Igor*

Bah, I've got plenty of life left in me still. I plan to go for another fifty, at the very least, before I can safely retire on Pech. Quiet ranch life, raising some Kroothounds, telling stories to the krootlings, and leading the odd Cleansing Hunt.

...Jack, how old do Kroot normally live to?

The luckier ones live a little after a hundred, and I think it's safe to say I'm one of the luckier ones. Others also don't have such a nice diet to go off of, so I'm sure that helps. Besides, we really don't get to test our natural lifespan, since our careers rarely offer much safety.

*drives back to the bar after talking to Igor*
Most Guardsmen are lucky to live past 20. Our commanders don't place very much value on our lives, so to me, the concept of retiring and having a family is an odd one.

[BC puts the credits into the register, and stows the gold] A commissar's lifespan is entirely dependant on his pay grade.
Someone like Yarrick or Cain, you're talking 250, 300 years, much of it in active service.

Me? I wouldn't buy a season ticket for Bloodbowl, I'll put it that way.

We could sneak in, if you'd like. I can be very persuasive. Oh, and here-

*hands BC a small pouch*

That's for the man that I had, erm, disagreed with. I'm not sure how long he's going to be out.

And twenty years? You could consider joining a mercenary band with some Kroot. They'd treat you right, if they saw you were with me, and they saw you could handle yourself in a fight.

Yes, 20 years. There's a saying amongst Guardsmen, that if you survive past the first 15 hours of a battle you're considered a veteran. Now consider that most Guardsmen are recruited around the age of 16-18. Very few of us live past the age of 20.
*sighs*
It's not an easy life.

"Many Terrans of my home universe don't live much longer, if they are facing an active Zerg invasion of their world. The lucky ones are killed, the unlucky ones...we don't talk about the unlucky ones."

*Shakes head sadly*

"Anyway, as far as lifespans, Protoss live a very long time indeed. Never bothered to calculate my age in Terran years, but suffice to say I may be the oldest being in this room."

Depends on the regiment, really. Get yourself a nice artillery posting and you may actually get to retire.
Kriegers or Catachans? Well, you stand a better chance than I do. Last Catachans I deployed with force fed me my own hat before the battle started. They don't like commissars.

Kriegers don't need Commissars. They're already plenty willing to die.
*sighs and scratches his head*
There are times when I wonder why I bothered joining the Guard. Commanders don't care about us, we fight the most monstrous foes in the galaxy, and the vast majority of us will die nameless deaths, only to be remembered by our closest comrades. In the grand scheme of things I'm worthless.

[BC pours more drinks]: I'd allow you to pity party, were it not for the fact my job is to be actively disliked by people in your position. Imagine spending your entire life being trained to get people on your own side to hate you.
Wonder why I hang out with a daemon and a tank?

Actually I don't wonder about that. I at one point "hung out" with a Succubus, it's perfectly understandable.

[BC raises eyebrows] I thought that was because she beat you into compliance and scared you half to death?

And I err, didn't "hang out" with the Daemonette for a good few months. [Looks embarrassed] It really was just being strange friends.
When Verviedi removed the chem gelding, it was an education.

I really should try to find a girlfriend who's in the Guard as well. At least that way the likelihood of it being an abusive relationship is lessened somewhat.

...Somewhat. Lessened only somewhat. Remember that.

At least you come from a family and have, y'know, different backgrounds and all that good stuff. *hiccups from having had a tad bit too much* At least... at least y'weren't grown in a fething bottle like my brothers an' me...! A bottle! Like this damned drink! *hiccups, sighs* Say, who left the door open on their way out? The Instant Death snow put out that ludicrous fire, so at least it does more than outright kill ya, y'know? Ah, I love me some good silver linings.

*gently picks up the drunk Kiln and sets him gently down in the Chimera*
Ok, let's get you home. You've had a bit too much my friend.

Oh, look at you two, thinking of finding new girlfriends. I have to work with what I've got. Which is a fethload of polyceramic, black glass, synthetic obsidian, and micromachinery.
...The last time I had any physical contact with anyone was when I was kidnapped and dragged to a bar. That's hardly the worst thing that's happened to me, though.
And before you think anything of those noises a while back, here's what made them.
*Pulls a tiny vial out of pocket, which aggresively makes a organic shifting noise*
It's just the "panacea" I've been working on. I'm really very glad that my work is bringing other people joy and peace, which are two things that I should most likely not be allowed to have.
*Drinks the tranquilising glass*

 Verviedi wrote:
Oh, look at you two, thinking of finding new girlfriends. I have to work with what I've got. Which is a fethload of polyceramic, black glass, synthetic obsidian, and micromachinery.
...The last time I had any physical contact with anyone was when I was kidnapped and dragged to a bar. That's hardly the worst thing that's happened to me, though.
And before you think anything of those noises a while back, here's what made them.
*Pulls a tiny vial out of pocket, which aggresively makes a organic shifting noise*
It's just the "panacea" I've been working on. I'm really very glad that my work is bringing other people joy and peace, which are two things that I should most likely not be allowed to have.
*Drinks the tranquilising glass*

Hey isn't that Taldeer's cousin over there.
*points to where she's sitting before leaving the bar again*

*walks in bar to collect damage bill*
Paid, paid, that's fine.

*pats V on back*
Good luck ladee, your not facing a kraken! Good luck.

*walks out of slightly burnt bar*

Notices wk. * then what's this talk of you, and a sister of battle. Seem to hoping for the hard to get. Wait, marla, I know her.

[BC walks out from behind bar and calls V a taxi back to the room] There's not a thing wrong with being single, other than missing the company. It certainly doesn't make you a bad person...
It just means the right person hasn't found you yet. Looking for them can be fun, but it's certainly not everything. [Pays driver to drive gently] [Wanders back and starts clearing glasses]

*walks in from the snow, and a few flakes get in to the room*

It's windy as hell out there! Blizzard conditions, I think.

 jhe90 wrote:
*walks in bar to collect damage bill*
Paid, paid, that's fine.

*pats V on back*
Good luck ladee, your not facing a kraken! Good luck.

*walks out of slightly burnt bar*

Notices wk. * then what's this talk of you, and a sister of battle. Seem to hoping for the hard to get. Wait, marla, I know her.

I don't know what to call my relationship with Marla. The last time she was here I ended up in a coma

Coma, OK so she was rough then!
Sounds like a fun evening.

*passes a vox number*
She told me to give you that, met her on way out, nice sister.

No, that's a waitress android built to look like Taldeer's cousin.
I work with robots for a living, I can identify them...